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Devil’s Trap // Nyssa & Crowley

Nyssa rolled her eyes at the demons attitude, smarmy. Tilting her head to the side as she looked at him, “Listen, love, I’d much prefer to bring you someones head on a pike than trade m’ own soul. Besides I assure you it won’t be of much use.”

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“What a brilliant deduction Sherlock.”

Be gentle. I am tampered with — an envelope steamed of secrets, federal crime. Now I slit open my letters so they only hurt ahead of time. You must teach me to read again. Be warm. I mean it. Blue knuckles, white veins, I’ve long been claimed by my fatherline all tall birch bodies gone numb with a chill that won’t mend. When you come over, bring socks and kisses steaming hot. Be relentless. Not in the taut scarlet of arguments, or the needle in the dark, I need the kind of stubbornness that soothes. That saves. Be the wave I roll against, the sand that anchors me in the east. God knows — I need solid ground under my feet.

Nyssa nodded, standing from the couch. Heading for the liquor cabinet. “Anytime Sammy. I’ll give ya a hand with tellin’ Dean if ya need.” She took a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and turned to look at Sam. “Now how ‘bout some alcohol, good music and food? Eh? Sound alright?”

"Thanks, Nyssa, I’ll bare that in mind." Sam was able to muster up a genuine smile, relived that the subject was shifting to more positive things "Sounds great. Come on, I’ll grab some beers out the fridge." They were going to need as much alcohol as they could find. Like Bobby always said, there’s no pain a drop of whiskey can’t fix…

"I'll find some music, I'm sure there's records in here somewhere." She muttered looking around the living room. Bottle of whiskey in hand she took a sip, smiling at the familiar burn that accompanied it. "Boy was Dad right 'bout whiskey fixin' things."

"whisper"

Nyssa raised an eyebrow, “That’s a new one, I’m tellin’ ya.”

Keera watched him carefully, just to make sure. Once he was done she tucked her gun into the back waistband of her pants then nodded pulling out her silver knife, rolling up her jacket sleeve she cut her arm drawing blood. It was one of the things she hated alongside having holy water thrown in your face. She slipped the knife back inside her jacket and held out her hand, “Keera Blair, sorry ‘bout the gun in your face.”

Well that was a relief. He exhaled heavily as he tucked the knife back away where he got it. At her comment he shrugged his shoulders. “To be fair, I pointed one at you first.” He replied. “Better safe than sorry.”  Now that he knew she wasn’t an immediate threat, the question still remained, just where in the Hell the shifter was. “You see any sign of it yet?” He asked, taking a few steps towards her chances are she had been in areas that he hadn’t hit yet.The quiet of the place was pretty unsettling to him considering what they were after.

Keera withdrew her hand with a small sigh, looking up at Sam who was towering over her. “Caught a glimpse earlier, in the sewer system under this place. It headed up here so I followed it, my guess is it’s out finding someone else to shift into.”  She shrugged her shoulders. “How ‘bout you, you seen it?”

"No, last I saw it was through a camera in the grocery store. It had shifted into an old man." He replied with a shake of his head. "The sewer system. You know how to get back down into it?" He asked, the interest in that lead clearly showing on his face as his brows knit together. "It might have gone back down."

"I wouldn’t be a great hunter if I didn’t." She smirked walking past him, she had a somewhat cocky arrogance about her. Her small figure walking down the dimly lit hall before turning a corner and disappearing out of Sam’s sight. "You comin’ Winchester?" Her feminine voice rang out.

"Well then, lead the way." Sam replied after she confirmed she knew where it was. He watched as she walked further into the hall and soon followed behind. "Right behind ya." He answered, turning the corner, much more relaxed than he was just earlier.

Keera led him to the sewer entrance, it was more or less a giant decaying hole in the ground. “Hope you don’t mind a wee jump.” She sat down her legs dangling into the darkness before pushing her body forward and disappearing into the darkness. A thud could be heard from below.

Sam followed, watching her sit down on the ledge and then slipping over into the darkness. Literally leaping into the unknown wasn’t something he was a fan of, but he sat on the ledge just as he did, taking a breath before making the plunge. After a moment he felt his feet hit something hard, and unfortunately wet from hearing the slight splash. “Ugh… Dammit.” He muttered under his breath, trying to shake the water… or what he had hoped was water off of his shoe.

Keera sucked in a breath, a small chuckle echoing through the tight space. "Hope they weren't expensive." She said before reaching for her flashlight and turning it one. It illuminated the eeriy interior of the sewer, rats scuttling across the small flow of water. "Remind me why I enjoy my job?" She asked over her shoulder as she walked down the tunnel.

Nyssa nodded, she clenched her teeth. Moving slightly in her seat, it wasn’t often she showed emotion. She stopped rubbing circles in his hand and moved it away with a slight sigh. “Dean, will still want t’ know Sammy. Besides, Lucifer crazies or not, I’ve got you if you ever need t’..y’know talk or somethin’ “

Sam managed a small smile, dismissing her suggestion with a shake of his head “I’ll tell him soon…after we sort out the mark. One thing at a time…” It was good to know he had someone he could talk to. He had never liked stressing Dean out with his problems, so it felt good to have someone else to speak about them with “Thanks, Nyss… You’re a good friend.”

Nyssa nodded, standing from the couch. Heading for the liquor cabinet. "Anytime Sammy. I'll give ya a hand with tellin' Dean if ya need." She took a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and turned to look at Sam. "Now how 'bout some alcohol, good music and food? Eh? Sound alright?"

"Naomi, friend of your dead girlfriend, ya know Meg?"

"So it’s true… Meg is actually dead."

"Wow, look at how quick you are. Gold star, pansy."

The girl at the bar ll Naomi & Sam

The day had taken too much of a toll on Sam. He was operating on his own, and the search for leads on his brother's location was honestly not as thrilling as it was cracked up to be. It took days (sometimes weeks) for him to track down another clue. Then he had to interpret the new information; that always added a whole other day onto the search.

Naomi cocked her head to the side as a voice spoke up beside her, she turned to see Sam, tall, handsome and tired. She smirked, throwing a twenty dollar bill on the counter. 

Keera watched him carefully, just to make sure. Once he was done she tucked her gun into the back waistband of her pants then nodded pulling out her silver knife, rolling up her jacket sleeve she cut her arm drawing blood. It was one of the things she hated alongside having holy water thrown in your face. She slipped the knife back inside her jacket and held out her hand, “Keera Blair, sorry ‘bout the gun in your face.”

Well that was a relief. He exhaled heavily as he tucked the knife back away where he got it. At her comment he shrugged his shoulders. “To be fair, I pointed one at you first.” He replied. “Better safe than sorry.”  Now that he knew she wasn’t an immediate threat, the question still remained, just where in the Hell the shifter was. “You see any sign of it yet?” He asked, taking a few steps towards her chances are she had been in areas that he hadn’t hit yet.The quiet of the place was pretty unsettling to him considering what they were after.

"No, last I saw it was through a camera in the grocery store. It had shifted into an old man." He replied with a shake of his head. "The sewer system. You know how to get back down into it?" He asked, the interest in that lead clearly showing on his face as his brows knit together. "It might have gone back down."

"I wouldn’t be a great hunter if I didn’t." She smirked walking past him, she had a somewhat cocky arrogance about her. Her small figure walking down the dimly lit hall before turning a corner and disappearing out of Sam’s sight. "You comin’ Winchester?" Her feminine voice rang out.

"Well then, lead the way." Sam replied after she confirmed she knew where it was. He watched as she walked further into the hall and soon followed behind. "Right behind ya." He answered, turning the corner, much more relaxed than he was just earlier.

Keera led him to the sewer entrance, it was more or less a giant decaying hole in the ground. "Hope you don't mind a wee jump." She sat down her legs dangling into the darkness before pushing her body forward and disappearing into the darkness. A thud could be heard from below.

You're Who? ll Dean & Nyssa

   Dean had noticed the blonde woman from his stumpy, wooden stool at the bar, looking very official as she sat focused in her booth with her professional getup and fancy, high-end laptop. Normally he wouldn’t have paid her any mind, but his curiosity got away from him when he also took notice at not only how young but at how out of place she appeared. Like a teenager trying to play both parts of grownup and rebel. Dean figured she couldn’t be more than twenty-five.

Nyssa moved the files and photos to her bag,s she didn't need any nosy bastards weaseling there way into the case. She chuckled slightly at his comment before gesturing for him to sit. "The files ain't that bad'a company."

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"To the hospital it is." Dean said as he flipped around and speed for the nearest hospital.