Chapter 4: 9.12.1: Sharp Teeth

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Eliza growled and threw the box down on the ground before looking back up in the mirror and glaring at her reflection. She hated the change and suddenly wished she could go back to her natural color, but knew that it was too late. The pigments had been stripped and she either had to wait until it grew out again or redye it a different orange.

"Hey, Eliza, I found—what the hell?" She glanced in the corner of the mirror to see Sam staring at her in shock. "Why are you blonde?" Eliza rolled her piercing green eyes.

"Isn't it obvious, or are you just that dumb?" she snapped. "No wonder why Crowley calls you Moose." Sam frowned slightly and turned to walk away when Eliza clenched her eyes shut, calling out his name. "Wait. Stop. I'm sorry." She leaned forward on the sink, both hands on the edge as she sighed. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just pissed. It didn't turn out how I wanted it to."

"Why'd you bleach it anyways?"

"Advice from an old friend." She turned to look at the Hunter. "And it's horrible. I should kill him." Sam chuckled, knowing she was joking. He shrugged, walking forward and twirling a lock around his finger as he studied it.

"Doesn't look bad. Blonde suits you, unlike Meg." The duo laughed. It was true. Meg really didn't look good as a blonde. "I do like your orange hair, though. I'm not saying that this is horrible but—" He shrugged again. "—what's done is done." Eliza nodded and sighed through her nose, her gaze meeting Sam's. He pulled his finger from her hair and stared into her eyes. They weren't as cold as they were the first time he'd seen her. Sure, Gadreel was taking the reigns of his body, but he still saw her.

"Sam, you're staring."

"Why were you so quick to side with Nadia?"

"She's my mother. I trusted her like an idiot. And then Gadreel came into the picture and, well, I couldn't let Nadia kill him. He was using you as a meatsuit. I think you're definitely hotter alive." They both let out a short laugh, Sam shaking his head. Eliza unconsciously rubbed the Mark on her wrist as Sam continued to smile down at her.

"I can say the same to you." He leaned down and closed his hazel eyes, their lips centimeters apart. Right when they met they heard a crash from the kitchen and Sam sighed, pressing his lips in a thin line and pulling away. Eliza cleared her throat awkwardly.

"I think you should go make sure he's okay," she whispered. Sam nodded and rushed out to the kitchen, leaving Eliza to turn and look back at her reflection in the mirror. Her irises flashed black and she scowled, punching the sink. The basin only slightly cracked, but not enough to cause any damage or a leak. She eyed her bruised knuckles. She needed to find the Sword of Elizabeth and she needed it now.


"You're still here," Cas noted. She looked up from her phone and nodded, still biting her lower lip in thought. She sat in a black leather chair in the corner of the library, her knees pulled up to her chest and her legs bent to the side slightly, her bare feet tucked under her. Cas squinted his eyes and tilted his head to the side. "Why are you blonde?"

"Change. I like change, Castiel," she replied in a monotone.

"No you don't."

"No I don't," she agreed, sighing and turning off her phone. "I hate it. Get rid of it."

"I can't." She threw her head back and groaned. "I do have a question."

"What else is new?" she asked with a snort. Cas glared at her with his lips pressed in a thin line. He was most certainly not amused by the demon before him. "What is it?"

"How were you able to heal Sam? You said there was still some of your Grace left in you but I know that was a lie. All angels were cast from Heaven which is why you were split in two." Cas leaned forward. "What are you hiding, Eliza?" he hissed. She rolled her eyes and looked up again, eyebrows raised.

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