Good Job, Dear Eldon,” Said Eve, Patting the Young Man’S Cheek As She Watched Dean Winchester Fall to the Ground from the Second Story of Styne Manor
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SUPERNATURAL “With or Without You” PART 3 *** D *** “Good job, dear Eldon,” said Eve, patting the young man’s cheek as she watched Dean Winchester fall to the ground from the second story of Styne Manor. She had returned to the form of the black-haired girl who’s body had been sacrificed to summon her. “I couldn’t finish him off,” Eldon said after checking through the rifle’s scope. Eve headed back down to the basement. “A wound like that? He will die – slowly. Our enemies will be occupied and suffering in the meantime. I will inform your father you did quite well indeed.” At the far end of the lower level, opposite from where Dean and the golem had broken out of the house, was the main operating theater. As Eve entered, Jacob Styne, the eldest son, was lying on the table. A pretty young woman in an old- fashioned nurse’s outfit stood near Jacob’s feet with tools ready on the surgeon table. Hunched over his left arm, Cyrus was applying a stitch with shaking hands while Monroe watched. “Easy… easy,” said Monroe. “Make sure the stitch is straight. The thread must be respected, or the spell is lost.” Cyrus swallowed his nervousness and nodded. Eve thought it was novel to be around someone less afraid of her than a mere human, but all of the sons had refused a request or two of hers, but they had never refused Monroe. The Thule that would sometimes visit the manor showed her the proper respect. She wondered if they could behold her true power, or if it was because she had killed one of them for attempting a spell on her. It was delightful when he came back to life twelve hours later, and the other times as she spent the next two days killing him over and over in creative ways. When she finally grew bored, she let him leave with a stern warning. “Done!” Cyrus sighed in relief as he stepped back. Jacob sat up on the table and admired his new left arm. The stitch had been applied just below the elbow so that now his forearm and hand looked like they were covered in blue henna tattoos. “How does it feel?” asked Eve. Jacob flexed his fingers and said, “Good. Better than new.” Eve grabbed the back of the nurse and shoved her closer. “Do give it a try.” Jacob stretched out his arm and the tattoos on it began to glow. Blue light erupted from his palm and surrounded his hand before he placed it on the nurse’s forehead. She struggled for a second, then her eyes flashed blue a moment before they rolled back, and she collapsed on the floor. “I’d call that a success,” said Eve. “I’ll find some volunteers to use the rest of the djinn’s parts on,” said Monroe before picking up a clipboard and making notes on it. “Might take the right arm myself. It would be helpful to have anesthetic ready at hand.” “Eldon has pleased me, Monroe dear. He should get something… special.” Monroe looked up from the clipboard. “Really? What did you have in mind?” “You have no idea the things I will bring you,” said Eve as her eyes became unfocused. “There is a kitsune nearby who has been… too considerate of man. His claws will look good on Eldon.” Elsewhere in Shreveport, Louisiana, a black, ’67 Chevy Impala roared down the highway. “I think you can slow down! They’re not following us,” said Claire. Jo glanced at the rearview mirror. “Are you sure? That actually makes me more nervous.” Anna was leaning over the seat, coaching the golem on holding her jacket against Dean’s bullet wound while Professor Brunswick shed any extra clothing he had to convert into bandages. “I need my kit – where’s my kit?” she asked. “We need to get him to a hospital,” said Jo. “In a town controlled by the Stynes? Why don’t we just drive back to the manor and ask them for a band-aid?” “I doubt we can fix it in a motel room!” snapped Jo. Anna plopped back down in her seat and buckled in. “The further away we are, the safer the hospital. But the longer we drive, the less they can do for him,” she said, with eyes closed, rubbing her forehead in thought. “Don’t you dare make a deal for him,” said Jo. “He’ll never forgive you.” “After we closed up Hell, any demons left topside won’t come near us,” Anna replied. “Can’t you like, heal him yourself? Or ask another angel?” asked Claire. “I don’t have any grace,” said Anna, “and we locked up Heaven too – the angels are even less willing to talk to us.” “That leaves magic, science, or time travel,” said Jo. “So unless you know any witches or mad scientists, we need to pick an ER.” “Just… just take us to the motel.” “I have been,” said Jo as she pulled the car into the parking lot. “What’s the plan?” asked Claire. “Everybody out,” ordered Anna. “Leave the keys and my husband.” As everyone climbed out of the Impala, Anna opened the glovebox and grabbed the spring assisted pocketknife stashed in there. They watched as she moved to the back seat and used the knife to cut open Dean’s shirt. She drew the blade across her left palm, then used the fingers on her other hand to draw a sigil on Dean’s chest using her blood. “Isn’t he bleeding enough for the both of you?” asked Jo. “That sigil staves off reapers, unless you draw it with the blood of the dead or dying,” Anna said as she used the knife to cut off the hem of her shirt, then used that to start wrapping her cut, “then it does the opposite. Professor Brunswick, thank you for the help. You’re free to do whatever. Claire, get the kids and go straight back to the bunker. Wait for us there. Jo, you and Charlie are free as well, though I’d appreciate you giving my children a ride home.” And with that, Anna climbed into the driver’s seat and fired up the car. “Wait! Hold on, he’s my brother!” Jo shouted in protest. “Anna, I thought… together,” said Claire. Anna rolled down the window. “I’m sorry, but this is something I must do alone and time is short. Please, if you want to prove you’re family, get my son and daughter to safety.” She threw the car in reverse and turned the car around before pealing out of the parking lot, the golem waving goodbye. *** S *** Rowena sat in a dark room, a single pixie floating over her head providing the only light. She was tied to the desk and chair with the gossamer chains of fairyland. Near her right hand, a quill plucked from a [fairy bird] sat in a well of kraken ink. She had to be careful, it was calling to her. Moments where she would drift off, Rowena would awaken to find her hand closer to the quill. Puck emerged from the darkness, carrying an open cardboard box. “Well, Rowena, have you an answer for us today?” “Go to hell,” she said through gritted teeth. “Soon, my lovely. Soon,” Puck said as he picked up a sheet of parchment and looked it over. “Oh this is promising.” Rowena looked down and screamed. The desk was blanketed with papers, each sheet covered in her handwriting. There were even sheets that had fallen to the floor, but when she had written any of it, she could not remember. “Oberon told us to take so many because he hoped we might find someone with a tenth of your talent, Rowena. How pleased he was to find you returned to us.” “What’s in the box?” Rowena asked, curious now what new torture would be delivered. “Don’t worry, this is for your roommate,” Puck said with that smile of his that sent shivers down her spine. “You just keep working on how to blow everything up.” With that, he continued to the other side of the room. Rowena saw the brief outline of a door in the pixie light as Puck opened it, then he vanished. She looked back down at the desk. It was empty save for the quill and ink. She fought to avoid thinking about what he said. How could one blow up the universe? Could it be done? Magic could do anything. Couldn’t it? The harder she tried not to think about it, the less she noticed the feeling of the quill in her hand. The room beside Rowena was light with a single lightbulb dangling from a wire. Below it, a man sat tied to a chair in the middle of a circle with an ornate seven- pointed star inside it that had been drawn on the floor. Behind the chair, outside the circle, was a plain wooden table. When Puck came into the room, the man looked up, his eyes solid red and demanded, “Release me!” “Release you? After all the trouble we went through to catch you?” Puck laughed as he placed the box he was carrying onto the table. “You don’t know what you’re messing with.” “I hoped I was messing with a demon. A human soul that had once been condemned to Hell,” said Puck as he took a compact boom box out of the box and set it on the table.