Don't Go Eating My Heart

Meeting a King

This chapter takes place during Season 5 Episode 10. I am not responsible for spoilers in the comments.

"She's gonna hate your guts for this."

"I know."

"Do you know how hard this must be for her?"

"I know."

"I mean we asked her to-"

"I KNOW SAMMY!" Dean finally snapped, but it was still a whisper.

They were currently crouched in the bushes outside of a house that Castiel had given them the address of. The angel had tracked a demon to this house; a demon who was supposed to have the Colt, but it was warded with Enochian and there were several demon grunt guards.

So Dean had come up with the absolutely brilliant plan of Marley pretending like her car had broken down and ringing the bell at the gate for help. That she could handle. But to ensure she got help... well that required an outfit change. The boys insisted they had to move on this now before they lost the colt, so Marley was stuck with working with what she had. So she had turned her skinny jeans into ridiculously short shorts and abandoned the plaid shirt, leaving her in just the cami. After being told by Dean it probably still wasn't good enough, she envisioned ripping his throat out before she tore the cami instead so that it would expose her belly and was essentially a crop top.

As the gate opened and two douchey demons walked towards her, bringing with them the smell of sulfur, she focused on keeping her face relaxed and not at all murdery. Also, to top off this whole freaking situation, it had been raining, so everything was damp and she was freezing cold. All she wanted to do was murder these demons so she could put some real clothes on again and get warm.

"Evening pretty lady." Even his smile was creepy. "Get yourself on in here."

"I just need to make a call." She was getting really good at the whole innocent, naive girl act.

"You don't need to call anyone baby." His eyes looked her up and down, his tongue licking his lips. "We're the only help you're ever gonna need."

Marley couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under his hungry eyes. It didn't matter that she could easily kill him. He's a demon, she had to keep reminding herself. She let her eyes dart nervously between the blonde and the other demon that stood a few feet back.

"You know what? I- I think I should wait by my car."

They were weird, and she had to sell this was real. And she would have to be drunk to trust these guys. So she turned in an attempt to leave, but the man's hand shot out and grabbed her right shoulder with surprising strength.

"We said, get your butt in here." He growled at her.

As soon as he laid a hand on her, the boys moved. Marley heard the rustle of the bushes and knew the jig was up. So she whirled around with her right arm raising up and grabbing the man's arm as she did so. As she turned she pulled the arm forward, but when he didn't stumble, she quickly changed her plan and brought her left arm swiftly down on top of his extended right arm, effectively snapping the bone. He yelled out in pain and she shoved him to the ground. As he went to stand back up, Sam was already on top of him and killed him with the demon knife.

"Nice work Marley." Dean appeared beside her with the flannel she had earlier.

"Don't friggin' talk to me Winchester." She snapped yanking the flannel from his hands and tying it around her waist, using it to cover her butt which she felt like was half hanging out her shorts.

Dean rose his eyebrows, but kept his mouth shut. They made their way around the edge of the house to turn off the electricity while Sam took a can of spray paint and went to get a devils trap ready inside the house.