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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥

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Delaney sat in Bobby's study with Bobby and Dean while the two siblings made more bullets and Bobby worked on trying to fix the Colt. Though, Dean had to stop making his own bullets to help Delaney who was still new to making bullets. She usually just cleaned and loaded up the weapons because Dean had said she'd probably burn herself if she tried. However, Delaney worked her baby sister magic and got him to show her so she could be some help while Sam went off to find them a new hunt.

"No, Della, if you hold it like that you're gonna burn yourself," Dean said and fixed his sister's grip on the small device that cut the metal into small circles. "You're gonna be the death of me, kiddo."

"Well..."

"Oh, har har, Uncle Bobby," Delaney retorted and shot Bobby an unamused expression at his joke.

"Hey," Sam greeted as he entered the room, holding a stack of papers in his hands that Delaney assumed was research. "Might have found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning. Barometric-pressure drop."

Dean let go of Delaney's hands when he was sure she had the right grip on the device before he let go and went back to his own. "Well, that's thrilling."

"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out," Sam added, tossing the papers onto the desk. "It might be demonic omens."

"Or just a suicide and psychotic scrapbooker," Dean countered, glancing up at his little brother.

"It's our best lead since Lincoln, Dean."

"Where in Ohio, Sammy?" Delaney asked, deciding to give Sam the benefit of the doubt. Usually when he thought there was a hunt somewhere, there typically wound up being one. 

Sam picked up the top sheet from the pile of papers and skimmed it to find the town. "Uh, Elizabethville. It's a half-dead factory town in the Rust Belt."

Dean groaned and threw his head back, clearly not wanting to drive all the way to Ohio if the case wound up being a fluke. "There has to be a demon or two in South Beach."

Sam chuckled and waved around the paper in his hand mockingly. "Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time. How's it going Bobby?"

Bobby glanced up from the skeleton of the Colt and frowned. "Slow."

"I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that," Dean admitted, shaking his head sadly at the gun.

"The only thing it's good for now is seeing what makes it tick."

"So, what makes it tick?" Delaney mused and rose an eyebrow when Bobby shot her an unamused expression. "Oh, you can make jokes, but I can't?"

Dean pushed out of his seat and tugged on the back of Delaney's flannel to signal her to get up as well. "So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio, you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?"

Bobby placed the Colt down on the desk and folded his hands on the desk. "Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise you it'll kill you."

Delaney laughed as Bobby cocked the broken at Dean who seemed offended by the motion. "Well, we're wasting the daylight. We'll see you later, Uncle Bobby."

"Hey!" Bobby called, earning the trio's attention before they could make it past the kitchen. "You three run into anything - anything - you call me."

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"There's not much left for the insurance company," Father Gil explained to the three siblings as he walked between the pews with them. "It was suicide. I saw it myself."

"Well, this shouldn't take long, then," Dean responded, fixing his suit jacket. 

Father Gil sighed and motioned to a balcony above the pews with a large stained glass window. "That's where Andy did it. It's the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday."

"When did he stop?" Sam questioned.

"Probably about two months ago - right around the time everything else started to change."

Delaney exchanged glances with her brothers at the priest's statement. "Change how?"

"Let's just say this used to be a town you could be proud of. People... cared for each other. Andy sang in the choir, and then one day, he just wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was..."

"Possessed?" Sam finished for Father Gil and the man considered Sam's choice of words for a moment.

"You could say that, yeah. Gambled away his money, cheated on his wife, destroyed his business. It was like a switch had flipped."

"Father, did you know the man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?" Sam inquired.

"Sure, Tony Perkins. Good man," Father Gil responded.

"So, would you say his personality suddenly changed one day, too?"

Father Gil was silent for a long moment as he thought over Sam's words, tilting his head. "I never thought about it that way, but... yes. About the same time as Andy - about two months ago."

Delaney squeezed her eyes shut as a feeling of dread had taken over. Two months ago they had opened the Devil's Gate. This couldn't be a coincidence.

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Once they were done with Father Gil, the three Winchesters decided to go back to the motel so they could check in. Dean chuckled as they entered the room, noticing the mirrored ceilings above them. Delaney merely rolled her eyes, already knowing her brother's dirty minded thoughts.

Dean went to close the motel room door that both of his siblings neglected to do and froze when he saw someone across the hall from him. "Richie. I don't believe it."

Delaney and Sam rose an eyebrow and walked over to stand on either side of Dean to see who Dean had spoken to. She didn't recognize the man at all, but the two boys seemed to know him as Sam's face broke into an amused grin at the sight of him. The guy was dressed as some sort of bootleg rapper.

"Hey. Dean and Sam... Winchester, right?" Richie smiled in greeting to Delaney and paused when a tall, beautiful blonde woman stepped up behind him. "Oh, uh... this is my sister, uh, Cheryl."

Delaney rolled her lips into her mouth and hid the laugh that tried desperately to break free. That woman was definitely not his sister and that was only made more true when Richie handed over a wad of bills to the woman. "Yeah... sister."

Richie's cheeks tinted a light shade in pink from embarrassment. "Well, you know... stepsister."

"Wow," Delaney said and turned on her heel to walk back into the motel room while Dean invited Richie in.

"Hey, Richie, this is our baby sister, Delaney," Sam introduced and Delaney smiled from her seat on the bed.

"Hey. Heard lots about you."

Delaney leant back against her hands and her eyes flickered to the boys who shrugged. "I'm sure you have. How do you all know each other?"

"Well, this was when you were in school and didn't know a thing about hunting," Dean explained, tossing his suit jacket onto the bed next to Delaney."

"It was that Succubus in Canarsie, right?" Richie recalled, snapping his fingers as if that would help jog his memory better. "Oh, man, you should have seen the rack on this broad. Freakin' tragedy when I had to ganck her."

Sam chuckled softly and shook his head. "Whoa, wait. Who killed her? If I remember, you would have dead meat if Dean and I hadn't showed up."

"Oh, I forgot what a comedian these two were."

Delaney hummed in response, knowing that Richie was full of it. He just wanted to seem like a big bad tough guy who didn't need help. Too bad that Delaney saw right through that act of his.

"Richie, I told you then and I'll tell you again. You're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed," Dean said and blinked when Richie held up a finger to him and placed his phone to his ear.

"Talk to me," Richie pulled the phone away from his ear for a moment to turn back to Dean. "FYI, Winchester - words hurt."

Delaney glanced at her brothers with a highly amused expression. "He's real charming, boys."

Dean decided to ignore Delaney and rolled up his shirt sleeves while Richie took a seat on the couch. "You find anything in this town, anyway?"

"Uh, no. I got nothing," Richie responded.

"Shocker," Delaney whispered and ignored the stern look Dean shot her to be nice.

Richie snapped his fingers when he realized what Dean had actually meant. "Oh, wait a minute. You mean as in demons and whatnot? Yeah... no, I got nothing."

"Again... shocker."

"Della," Dean warned his little sister and nudged her side to knock it off. "What about your sister back there?"

"Honestly, she definitely had the devil in her, but she wasn't no demon, you know what I'm saying?" Richie mused and pressed his hands together, looking up to the ceiling as if thanking God for her.

Delaney laughed lightly and glanced to Sam. "There's two of them."

Richie sighed and pushed himself off the couch, walking back over to the siblings. "No, seriously. Church guy, hobby-shop guy - they were lunch meat by the time I got here. Maybe there were possessed, but I can't prove it."

Sam nodded and loosened up his tie so he could pull it over his head. "Yeah, that's where we are, too. Let's just say the demons are possessing people in this town. You know, raising Hell."

Dean sat down on the bed next to Delaney, toeing off his dress shoes. "But why would a demon blow his brains out?"

"For fun?" Richie suggested, leaning against the dresser that sat across from the beds where Sam stood and Delaney and Dean sat. "He wrecks one body, moves to another. Like taking a stolen car for a joyride."

"Anybody else that fits the profile - you know, nice guy turned dick that's still breathing?" Delaney questioned, deciding to just play along with this guy if the boys were all for talking to him about this.

"There's Trotter. He used to be the head of the rotary club. Then he turned bastard all of a sudden. Brought in the gambling, the hookers. He practically owns this whole town," Richie informed.

"Know where we can find him?" Sam asked.

"He'll be at his bar in a few hours."

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Once the Winchesters each had taken a shower and changed out of their suits, it was finally time to meet Richie at Trotter's bar in town. The same town that was supposed to be boring, but it seemed to be lively as if they had transported to a major city. People milled around the sidewalk and almost all the food places and bars were packed with drinkers. 

They entered Trotter's bar in search of Richie, swerving in between people that littered the crowded bar. Richie brushed past a woman up ahead and approached Delaney, Sam and Dean. He wore a somewhat shiny orange short-sleeved shirt halfway unbuttoned to reveal a white t-shirt underneath and his hair was slicked back. Delaney could practically smell the hair gel from where she stood.

"Oh, Richie, look at you," Dean mused and Delaney could practically hear the judging thoughts in his head. "Bringing satin back."

"Oh, you like this?" Richie grinned and motioned to his attire. "Thai silk - Canal Street. You have to pay three hundred for threads like these, easy. Cost to me - forget about it."

Delaney crossed her arms and smirked. "Oh? How much is forget about it?"

"Ah, forget about it," Richie replied, waving off the younger Winchester. "That's Trotter over there. He sits in the back all night. Can't touch him."

Sam glanced over his shoulder with his siblings to see a bald man in a suit at the back of the bar, talking with one of the customers. "So, what do we do now?"

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna do a little investigating with that bartender," Dean announced, eyeing the dark haired bartender at the bar.

"Easy. We got a little somethin'-somethin' lined up for later," Richie warned Dean.

Delaney scoffed and her attention snapped back to Richie. "You?"

"Sting don't it, cupcake?" Richie winked at Delaney who nearly gagged at the sight. No way would she ever go for a guy like Richie. "Alright. I got to hit the head. Release the hostages. Be back in a few."

Dean shook his head, watching Richie walk away towards the bathroom. "No way he gets a girl like that. I mean, look at her. You could stick that ass on a nickel."

"You think so?"

The three siblings whirled around to see Father Gil sat at the bar behind them with a glass of mostly finished scotch in his hand.

"Oh, sorry, Padre," Dean chuckled nervously.

Father Gil smiled at the three to show he didn't mind whatever Dean had said. "Knew you three would find your way here. They all do."

"No offense, but what are you doing here, Father?" Sam questioned, leaning back against the bar with Dean.

"Like it or not, you go where the flock is."

"Plus, the clergy drinks for free," the dark haired bartender chimed in, pouring Father Gil some more scotch.

"True and a certain bartender owes me a confession," Father Gil countered, leaning his arms on the bar. "I better see your butt on Sunday."

The dark haired bartender smirked at Father Gil and took a shot that had been sitting on the bar.

"Nickel or no nickel," Father Gil whispered to Dean, patting him on the chest as he passed him by.

"What can I get you three?" the bartender asked the trio, flirtatiously smiling at Dean.

Dean slid down so he could be in front of the bartender and sent her his famous charming smile. "What's your specialty?"

"I make a mean Hurricane."

"Guess we'll see about that."

Delaney rose an eyebrow, watching as the bartender walked away to get Dean his drink. "You drink Hurricanes?"

"I do now, baby girl!" Dean cheered, ruffling her hair. Which only earned him a punch to the arm from the younger girl.

Sam gasped and pointed to the back of the bar where the pool tables were to gain his siblings' attention. "Hey!"

Delaney glanced over to see a man stood on one side of the pool table with a shotgun in his hand while the other man on the other side didn't notice it yet. She rushed around the bar with her brothers when she noticed the man move his arm that held the gun, shooting the other man in the head. Trotter and his henchman had stood up at the sound of the gun while the rest of the people in the bar rushed around to get out and the man who had the gun, placed the gun to his own head.

Dean had tackled him before he could pull the trigger while Sam ran up next to them, dousing the gunman with Holy Water. 

The gunman seemed shocked and outraged by the fact Sam had thrown water on him, not a single part of his skin sizzling like it should. "Hey, what are you doing?! He slept with my wife. The bastard slept with my wife!"

"Somebody call 9-1-1!" Delaney yelled and the bartender was quick to grab the phone behind the bar and call an ambulance. She turned back around to see Trotter stare at her and she narrowed her eyes back at him. What was that about?

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A bit later, cops and paramedics littered the bar while Dean, Delaney and Sam sat on the stools at the bar, facing the whole scene.

"There's too many cops. I say we roll," Sam suggested, eyeing the area warily.

"Just be cool," Dean instructed Sam and watched as the police escorted the gunman out of the bar in handcuffs. "Poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst."

Delaney shook her head, her mind still reeling from what could be plaguing this town. "So, what's the deal, then? People in this town getting possessed or not?"

"I don't know. Maybe it is just what it is - town full of scumbags."

"Yeah, maybe," Delaney sighed, agreeing with Dean. Maybe this case was a bust after all and Sam was just wrong for once.

"You three ready for your mug shots?" the officer asked, stopping in front of the three with a teasing grin. "The photographer's gonna be here in a few and take your picture for the local paper."

Dean smiled fakely at the cop and leant his elbows behind him on the bar. "Be an honor, officer. What a thrill."

"Yep, time to go," Sam whispered and hopped off his bar stool.

Delaney tugged Sam back down on the stool as she had remembered one member of their party having gone missing since he went to the bathroom. "Boys, where's Richie?"

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Delaney quietly crept through a corridor that lead to Trotter's office. She had split up from Dean and Sam to trail Trotter because the look he had given her last night had rubbed her the wrong way. Dean didn't like the idea of her going after him alone and tried to convince her to go with him and Sam to find Richie, but she wouldn't budge. She needed to make sure this Trotter guy was dangerous or not.

Trotter stood in his office with henchman, the two going back and forth about something. 

Delaney pressed herself to the wall outside the office before either man could see her outside the office. Her cellphone blasted in her back pocket and gasped, quickly scrambling to answer it before Trotter or his henchman could hear. "Dean."

"Della."

"Dean, I can't talk right now," Delaney whispered, sliding further down the wall to keep distance between her and the office door.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Dean assured quietly. "Just meet me at the bar in twenty minutes, okay?"

Before Dean could respond, Delaney quickly hung up the phone and hid around the next corner just as Trotter's henchman walked out to see what the noise had been. Luckily, he seemed to disregard it and walked back to the office. The two were only in the office for a few more minutes before they both walked out, leaving Delaney an open opportunity to check out the office.

Delaney slid inside and walked over to the desk to begin her rifling through the multiple drawers and papers on Trotter's desk. No matter where she looked, nothing that could incriminate Trotter seemed to be there. Either he was really good at hiding his skeletons or there was just nothing in his office.

"What are you doing here?" Trotter growled in Delaney's ear as he grabbed her from behind, placing a gun to her neck.

"I think maybe you know," Delaney quipped, struggling against the man's hold on her.

"Yeah? Well, I think I'm calling the cops," Trotter threatened.

Delaney stilled against Trotter and furrowed her eyebrows. "Cops?"

"Breaking and entering, assault - you're a peck of trouble, sweetheart."

"Uh, well, I think I could probably explain it!" Delaney suddenly turned and grabbed the gun from Trotter, holding it up to both Trotter and his henchman who held their hands up in defense. "Yeah, get back!"

"Money's in the safe! Take it and go," Trotter informed, gesturing to the large safe to Delaney's right.

Delaney shook her head and dug in her inner jacket pocket for the flask of holy water. "I don't want your money. I just have to be sure." She splashed holy water at Trotter and his henchman, but neither one sizzled. They both just looked annoyed that they were now wet. 

"What kind of psycho are you?" Trotter snapped, wiping the water from his face with his suit sleeve.

Delaney's eyes widened as realization dawned on her that she was very, very wrong about Trotter. Man, Dean was not going to let her live this down. "Oh, God. Uh... I'm sorry," she chuckled nervously and slowly backed up towards the office door. "I think this was just a minor misunderstanding? Yeah, okay. How about I just leave, 'cause... you know, I'll take these."

Trotter watched Delaney in bewilderment as Delaney took the bullets and tossed him the now empty gun.

"Yeah, you keep that. You, uh... have a nice day?" Delaney smiled innocently at the two men before she turned and rushed out of the office and back into the bar. She mentally scolded herself the whole time about being so stupid. You'd think she was an amateur... or Richie... for the dumb mistake she had made.

A guy around Delaney's age slid into the barstool she stood next to while she tried to scope out Dean and Sam who didn't appear to be anywhere in the bar. He had had dark and dazzling blue eyes the sight nearly making her think of Will. She remembered seeing him in the bar the night before by the pool table when the gun fire went off. "Hey, you look a tense there. I know a surefire way to fix that."

Delaney took a step away from the guy and shot him a fake smile. "Maybe later." She walked over to the male bartender who had been working last night. "Hey, excuse me? Do you remember the guys I was with last night? We sat here?"

The bartender nodded, wiping off the freshly cleaned glasses. "The big hero that jumped on Reggie."

"Yeah, yeah. One of the big heroes. Uh, have you seen either one of them around at all today?"

"Maybe. Depends."

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows, not knowing where the guy was going with this. "D-depends on what?" She suddenly caught on when the bartender raised his eyebrows at her. "Oh, my - does everyone have their hand out around here?"

The bartender grinned as he took the fifty dollar bill that Delaney held out for him. "He left with Casey about an hour ago."

"Any idea where they went?"

"Her place... for bible study."

"You got an address?" Delaney asked.

"What's wrong with you? You think I'm gonna give you a co-worker's address just so you can go over there and get your freak on?" the bartender scoffed, but his tune was quickly changed when Delaney held out another fifty to him. "Corner of Piermont and Clinton. Have fun."

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At Casey's house, Delaney knocked on a door that opened up without even needing her to push on it. "Dean? Sam?" she called, stepping into the room and glancing around. She stepped on little pink piggy slippers that made a disturbing sound. There was a picture of Casey with a guy next to her on the table, and a cross necklace hanging on top of it with yellow powder behind the frame. She furrowed her eyebrows and dipped in her finger it, sniffing it when it was close enough to her nose.

"Shit. Sulfur."

Delaney took a full swing of the house, but didn't see her brothers or Casey anywhere. She cursed profusely, forcing down the anxiety that bubble in her chest and rushed back to the bar. She had called Bobby on the way to get him to help her out, but she only got his voicemail. 

"Hey, excuse me," Delaney said as she approached the bartender from before. "They weren't there."

"I guess you got to catch your jollies another night, sweetheart," the bartender mused and poured Delaney a shot. "Here. Have a drink and relax."

Delaney scoffed, rapidly becoming frustrated with the people in this town. "I don't want to relax. What is it with the people in this town?"

"Suit yourself, princess," the bartender remarked, taking Delaney's shot and throwing it back himself.

Delaney rolled her eyes and turned away from the bar to see Father Gil sat a booth all alone. She approached him with a small smile. "Hello, Father. Um... can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Of course," Father Gil replied and gestured to the space across from him for Delaney to sit with him.

"Thanks. Uh, the bartender from last night, Casey. You know her pretty well, right?" Delaney asked.

Father Gil smiled and nodded. "Since she was in pigtails."

"Well, um, she and my brothers, they, uh... they... left tonight. Together."

"Ah," Father Gil whispered, thankfully catching onto what Delaney tried to say without wanting to say it to a priest. Sure, it was a lie, but she couldn't exactly come out and say a demon was involved. "Well, not that I approve, but they are consenting adults. I'm sorry. You said brothers. I thought you were insurance investigators."

Delaney awkwardly cleared her throat and licked her dry lips. "Uh, no, yeah we are. It's... kind of like a family business, you know? Anyways, so, I went to Casey's apartment, and they weren't there. I just have this feeling that they - that they might be in trouble."

Father Gil seemed to grow concerned at the mention of Casey being in trouble. "What kind of trouble?"

"Just trouble. Please, Father, I need your help. Is there anything you could tell me about Casey - any place she'd go, maybe?"

"Yes, there is a place. Let me get my jacket."

Delaney's eyes widened and she quickly shook her head. "Uh, no, no. Wait, Father. I don't want to put you out. I can do this myself."

"Sweetheart, if Casey's really in trouble, then there's nothing to talk about," Father Gil stood up and turned away to place on his coat that hung on the back of the booth and turned to face Delaney who hadn't move. "Shall we go?"

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Delaney sat in the front seat of Father Gil's car as the duo drove to wherever Father Gil thought Casey and the boys could be. "So, insurance investigating. You enjoy the work?"

Delaney nodded and watched as the trees and buildings flew by on either side of the car. "Uh, yeah. I enjoy being able to help people."

"Ever think about doing anything else? You know, anything? You seem like a pretty smart kid. Somehow I see you out in front of the pack. You could do some great things," Father Gil said.

Delaney considered it for a long moment, but she knew hunting was where she was meant to be. Saving people and hunting things is what she came to know. Though it was rough sometimes and she missed being normal most days, Delaney couldn't imagine anything else or being away from her brothers for more than an hour.

"I don't know. I like doing what I'm doing, I guess."

"Well, it's your life. Does, um.... Dean and Sam?" Father Gil glanced to Delaney for confirmation that he had gotten her brothers' name right. He did. "Do they ever find themselves in trouble a lot?"

"Dean finds his fair share of trouble, but Sam not so much," Delaney responded.

"Well, it's a good thing Dean has you then, huh? Her brother's keeper."

Eventually, Delaney and Father Gil arrived outside of what Father Gil described as Casey's parents' home. She had rushed out of the car and called out her brother's names as she ran up to the front door, banging on the front door. When she got no response, Delaney had Father Gil go around one side of the house, while she ran around the other and continued to call out for her brothers.

"DELLA!"

"DELLY! The basement caved in!"

Delaney paused in front of a grate at the sound of her brothers calling for her and dropped to her knees when she saw their face in the holes of the grate. "Dean, Sam! Hold on, okay? We're coming."

"Who's we?" Dean asked.

"Father Gil."

Sam glanced behind him to who he assumed was the demon and glanced back up at Delaney with concern. "Delly, be careful, okay?"

Delaney quickly caught on to what Sam had tried to convey. Father Gil was a demon and she scrambled to her feet, pulling out her handgun from the waistband of her jeans and rushed back around to the front of the house where the Impala and Father Gil's car were. As if to prove Sam's point, Father Gil had appeared in front of her with black eyes. A shot is fired past Father Gil's head, destroying a small statue. 

The duo looked up to see Bobby stood behind Father Gil and Father Gil used his demon powers to send Bobby flying across the grass. He then turned back to Delaney with an evil smirk, sending her flying into the windshield of the Impala.

Delaney groaned as she rolled off the hood of the Impala and rushed over to Bobby while Father Gil broke into the house. "Bobby, are you okay? How did you know where we - "

"Go!" Bobby yelled, pressing the Colt into Delaney's hand.

Delaney slowly rose to her feet and stared down at the Colt in confusion. How did Bobby know where to go? She hadn't even told him she left Trotter's to go with Father Gil.

"You heard the man. Go," Randy said, walking out from the shadows.

"Randy?"

"Go!"

Delaney snapped out of whatever trance she had been in when seeing Randy and rushed into the house after Father Gil, rushing down to the basement to see Father Gil holding Dean in the air by the throat. Without even a blink, Delaney aimed the Colt and shot Father Gil in the chest, causing him to drop Dean. Lightning emitted from and circled Father Gil who twitched and collapsed to the ground, dead. She pointed it at Casey next - much to Dean and Sam's protests - and shot her in the chest next, sending her to the ground next to Father Gil.

Delaney dropped her arm to her side and ran over to her brothers, hugging them both tightly in a group hug. "Thank God that's over."

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Delaney stood in the motel room, packing up her bag while Bobby and the boys went out to get them coffee before they hit the road. She had opted to stay back so she could pack up since she had a later start to her morning than the boys who were already packed.

"Leaving so soon?" Randy mused from the doorframe he leant against, arms crossed against his chest. "We haven't even had a chance to celebrate."

"Yeah, well, you can celebrate without me," Delaney quipped, zipping up her duffle bag.

Randy pouted mockingly and stepped into the room, stopping just a few feet from Delaney. "Aw, you're not gonna get all pouty on me now, are you, baby? It'll just break my little heart in two. I mean, come on, Laney! You killed two demons today."

"Yeah, well, maybe you don't care, but I killed two demons, too."

Randy sighed and sat down on the bed next to Delaney's duffle bag. "Laney, you know what happens when demons piggyback humans. They leave them rode hard and put up wet. Chances are those two would have died a slow, sticky death. You probably did them a favor."

Delaney scoffed and crossed her arms across her chest, fighting every instinct to just put a bullet in between Randy's eyes. "Did them a favor? You're a cold dick, you know that?"

"Yeah, and this cold dick has saved your ass a couple of times now," Randy reminded harshly. "Some respect might be nice, especially if you want me to help you out with Dean and his little problem."

Delaney grabbed the Colt and gripped it tight in her hand. "You know what? You keep dangling that, but last I checked, Dean's still going to Hell, Randy."

Randy shrugged and leant back on his hands, crossing his ankles. "Everything in its own time, Laney, but there's a quid pro quo here. We're in a war."

"Right, but for some reason, you're fighting on our team. Now, tell me, why is that again?" Delaney snapped, hard glare set on Randy.

"Go screw yourself, that's why."

Delaney laughed incredulously at Randy. "Oh, I see."

"I don't have to justify my actions to you, Delaney. If you don't want my help, fine. Then give me the gun and I'll pass it on to someone who will use it," Randy barked, holding his hand out for Delaney to place Colt in.

"Maybe I'll just use it on you," Delaney threatened, pointing it between Randy's eyebrows when he stood up from the bed.

Randy shrugged nonchalantly and held his arms out to the side, making him completely vulnerable to Delaney. " Go ahead, if that makes you happy. It's not gonna do much for Dean, though. So, what's it gonna be then, hmm?" He smirked when Delaney slowly lowered the Colt back to her side with a huff. "Ah hah. That's my girl. This won't be easy, Laney. You're gonna have to do things that go against that gentle nature of yours. There'll be collateral damage... but, it has to be done."

"That doesn't mean I have to like it."

"No. You wouldn't be Delaney if you did. On the bright side, I'll be there with you - that little fallen angel on your shoulder," Randy winked at her, trailing his fingers along her shoulder.

Delaney swallowed nervously and felt her heart rate pick up. What was she getting herself into?

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

Oof, things are spicing up and we haven't touched the surface yet, fam. I am so ready to get further into this season and write more of Randy and Delaney. UGH!