Episode: Season 8 - Heartache Pt. 2 

It took half a day to arrive in Boulder, Colorado but once there, it wasn't hard to locate the Winchesters. After all, how many Wedge Antilles' were there really in Colorado? After a few seconds of rapping my knuckles against the bright red hotel door with the peeling paint, it swung open.

Hoisting Yasmin up higher on my hip, I grinned, "Miss me?"

Sam chuckled in response and arched his eyebrows, shrugging as he stepped aside to let me in. The hotel room already smelled like McDonald's fries and burnt coffee but apart from that, it looked fairly clean. Well, as clean as it could be with the two of them staying in it.

"Sam, who-" Dean's voice began as he stepped out of the bathroom, falling short as his gaze landed on me.

Candy-apple green eyes narrowed into slits and I smirked, "Hey, babe, thought I'd join you guys on this one,"

"Parker," he began in a warning tone as I set Yasmin down on one of the beds.

"Don't even start with me, Dean Winchester!" I snapped as I cut him off, "I'm staying and that's final,"

He shot me a hard glare and I returned it before finally, he gave in.

Throwing his hands up in the air, he let out a disgruntled noise, "Fine. But when I say run, you run, got it?"

I rolled my dark eyes in annoyance at my boyfriend as he sat down at the table by the window, junk food wrappers spread out around the laptops.

"Oh, please. It's not 1952, Dean. We both know very well you can't and won't control me. I always do what I want when I want." I replied sassily, strands of blonde-tipped raven-black hair flipping over my shoulder.

Dean scoffed but said nothing as Sam cleared his throat.

"Alright, so, here's what crazy Arthur Swenson was babbling over and over," Sam told us, whipping out his notebook as he sat down across from Dean, "Um, first, it IS a dead language -ancient Mayan,"

I arched my eyebrows, my interest piqued. So I walked over to glance over Sam's shoulder down at the notebook.

"Doesn't get much deader than that," Dean quipped.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring his little comment.

"So, what Arthur was saying was "The divine God Cacao is born.""

"Cacao?"

"Cacao. Yeah, the Mayan God of maize - corn, the big crop," Sam explained to his older brother.

"Yeah, Cacao was the most powerful God because maize was the most important thing to the Mayas," I agreed.

Dean arched an eyebrow at me, "Well, that and torturing and killing everyone in sight,"

"Lie.They didn't kill for sport. Well, not entirely. Most of it was for human sacrifices which was done in rituals to please the gods. But I don't think it was an everyday occurrence. And furthermore, when they killed otherwise, it was during wars with other Maya. And sometimes in games," I defended.

"And you'd know all this how?" Dean asked me, his face registering surprise and confusion.

I rolled my eyes once again, "I'm half Mexican, Dean. The Mayans were my ancestors,"

He made an 'oh' then as if it all made sense and I slapped him on the arm, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

It didn't take the three of us long to get to the bottom of the case after figuring out that piece of information. Apparently, Brick Holmes, our organ donor, was a former thousand-year-old Mayan warrior named Inyo...who after dying donated his organs to help people. Except instead of helping, it cursed the individuals who received them, turning them into what he was. The curse healed them like it had Brick but left them with a want for power, power like he had. We headed to the location of the next owner of one of Brick's organs. The Impala pulled up right in front of a stripper club then, the name "The Bunny Hole" in bold letters across the top.

"Really? Our King daddy monster is a stripper?" Dean asked incredulously from the driver's seat.

"We're pretty sure this is gonna work, right?" Sam asked him.

"Well, as long as Eleanor knows what she's talking about," Dean said, handing a gun to Sam and myself.

"You think Brick thought maybe he'd burn to nothing when he crashed that car?" Sam asked Dean.

"Yeah, but he didn't, which brings us here." my boyfriend shrugged.

They began to climb out but after one glance between the club and Yasmin, I made up my mind not to follow them this time.

"Oh, no! My daughter is not going into a stripper joint. No way," I told them sternly.

Dean's only shrugged in response to that, "Fine. But keep that gun close just in case,"

It was my turn to shrug then, "Or I could just do this,"

Wordlessly, with my hand palm up, twisting my fingers around like using a door knob, a streetlight nearby popped and a shower of bright sparks rained down on the sidewalk. Dean jumped slightly and I smirked.

"You've been practicing." he remarked and still smirking, I shrugged my shoulders, proud of myself, before he walked off to join Sam.

Note: Fun fact for this chapter is that I actually used my own ancestry in this one for Parker lol. I am a descendant of the Mayans so it was fun to have them mentioned and talked about in this chapter :)