I found myself wishing that Sam was here with us, even if having him here meant that Dean and I weren't as close. Because honestly, I knew Sam would have the means to help Dean.
I was just about to get out of the car and go find Dean when something hit the driver's side window and I practically jumped out of my skin. But my nerves were calmed slightly when Dean's smirking face showed up on the other side of the window.
I slid across the seat and unlocked the door for him, and he hurriedly sat down in his usual place behind the steering wheel. He was bleeding slightly from his hairline but otherwise looked fine.
"Let's get the hell out of here," he said, before starting the Impala and putting it in gear. We kicked up dust as he sped away from the orchard.
"How in the world did you make it out of there?" I demanded as I reached behind me and pulled my bag up onto my lap.
"You're guess is as good as mine," Dean said. I found an old handkerchief at the bottom of my bag and took it out. I tossed my bag back into the backseat and slid over next to Dean.
I began to dab at the blood running down his face and he winced, sucking in a breath. "Sorry," I apologized, but I continued to clean the wound.
"Where are we headed?" I asked finally. "We can't go back to Burkitsville, that's for sure."
"I know," Dean replied. "I'm headed to the next town over. We'll get a room and do some research. Hopefully we'll be able to figure out what this is tonight."
I sighed and wadded up the handkerchief. "I may know someone who can help."
"I'm telling you, Jaxon, we were lucky to get out alive," I said. I was laying on the bed in our new hotel room. Dean was in the shower, again, but this time he was trying to get the blood, dirt and sweat.
"Look, I'm telling you, I've never heard of anything like it," Jaxon replied. "But I'm looking into it as we speak. I doubt I'll come up with anything but-"
There was a silence as Jaxon stopped in the middle of his sentence. "Jaxon?" I asked.
"Jaxon?" I demanded this time.
"I think I know what you're dealing with," Jaxon replied.
"What?" I asked.
"There's a pagan god called a Vanir," Jaxon replied. "Vanirs are the gods of prosperity and wealth. They have to be summoned, and in order to appease them they have to be given a male and a female sacrifice in the second week of April."
"Great," I said sarcastically. "That's why it went after Dean and I."
"The only way to kill it is by destroying its sacred tree," Jaxon added.
"But the Scarecrow is in the middle of an orchard! How the hell am I supposed to find a 'sacred tree' in the middle of a god damn orchard?" I demanded.
"That, dear, is up to you," Jaxon replied.
"But I advise you to not go into that orchard with Dean."
"Well who else is supposed to torch the tree?" I asked.
"I don't know. But you better do it quick. This week is almost over. It may take another couple," Jaxon advised.
"Listen, Jax, thank you so much. You have no idea how helpful you've been the last couple days," I told him.
"Don't worry about it, Katherine. Anything I can do to help," Jaxon replied.
Dean stepped out of the bathroom at that moment, wrapped in a towel and looking, well, amazing. His hair was damp and messy, and his torso was glistening.
"Who are you talking to?" he asked.
"Jaxon. He thinks we're dealing with a pagan god," I told him, trying not to drool.
"Dean's out of the shower?" Jaxon asked.
"Mhm," I replied.
"No shirt, huh?" Jaxon asked. I blushed deeply.
"Jaxon," I warned, but he just chuckled.
"No pants either?" he surmised.
"We are totally not having this conversation," I told him, and he erupted in a fit of laughter.
"God I missed you, Katherine, he said in between laughs. "Good luck with your Vanir," he told me.
"Thanks, Jax," I told him.
And with that, the other end of the line went dead. I sat up and leaned back on my hands, studying Dean.
"So, what'd you find out?" Dean asked.
"We're most likely dealing with a Vanir," I replied. "It's the pagan god of prosperity and wealth. This particular one is tied to a tree."
"So how do we kill it?" Dean asked.
"Torch the tree. Which will be about impossible to find in an orchard full of trees," I replied.
"Needle in a haystack," Dean agreed.
"Maybe some of the locals can point us in the right direction."
I scoffed. "You pissed off the locals, Dean," I reminded. "So unless Scotty missed someone in his retelling of the whole affair, you're shit out of luck."
Dean sighed and flopped down on the bed. Through this whole thing he'd put on a pair of boxers and was lying there in nothing but those and his good looks.
"There's gotta be something we can do," Dean insisted.
"Well I'm ready to head your ideas. Tomorrow," I said.
Dean wrinkled his brow. "Why tomorrow?" he asked.
"Because I'm exhausted and ready for bed," I replied.
"It's not even nine o'clock," Dean informed me.
"I didn't say we had to sleep," I said with a sly grin.
Dean rolled his eyes and sat up. He reached over and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me towards him. As soon as I was in reach, our lips connected, and I knew immediately knew that I wasn't going to get much sleep that night.
I know I said I was going on hiatus but a friend that shall remain nameless (ahem Chupacabra94) convinced me to write another chapter. That being said, this was the easiest chapter I've written in a long time. I'm hoping that it's coming back!!
So what do you guys think? How will they defeat the Vanir? And what will be their next adventure? Let me know in the comments!
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The Song Remains The SameFanfiction
Katherine Sutton vowed to never return to hunting the supernatural after watching her mother die before her eyes. It's been two years, and so far, she's kept that promise. Enter Sam and Dean Winchester, arguably two of the best hunters out there. Ka...