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Wash Away My Sins: Chapter Seven - Supernatural
Title: Wash Away My Sins
Authors: Aratocriel and Jade Blood
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam, Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, OC!villains
Disclaimer: Supernatural and it's characters belong to Kripke and the CW. Nina belongs to Aratocriel, and Janis belongs to me (Jade), so no using them without our permission. We make no profits from this and are just having fun!
Summary: A year after the events of "Unity in Duality", Janis and Nina are a bit savvier regarding the world of the paranormal, but the resurgence of old enemies has left them needing the help of the Winchesters once more.
Previous Chapters: 1 : 2 : 3 : 4 : 5 : 6



Chapter Seven

When dark first set in, Sam and Dean kept an avid watch on the windows only to be disappointed by no activity. Then again, Sam felt that disappointment was more than welcome in this case. An hour later, they were striding toward each other from across the house with identical shrugs.

“You think they’re messing with Codi right now?” Dean asked, and this only made him itch to run to her rescue if that was true.

“I don’t think we’ll know until tomorrow,” Sam sighed. “We did what we could, Dean.”

His brother nodded, unconvinced.

“Anything?” Janis asked from the doorway of the kitchen, peering into the dark at them.

“Not tonight, looks like,” Sam replied. “I think we’re in the clear.”

“We might wanna stay up a couple more hours,” Dean suggested, moving toward Janis and leading her back into the living room with an arm about her waist.

Nina seated herself back on the couch, pulling her legs up to her chest. She'd stayed in the living room, occasionally looking out the front window, however the night was pleasantly uneventful.

She smiled up at Janis and Dean as they joined her in the living room. "Nothing on your end?" she asked them and received a head shake. Nina shrugged in return. "I suppose this relaxing evening can be looked at as a good thing."

Dean and Janis took the chair, and already Janis was thinking of it as theirs. Even if Nina wasn’t. Then again, she didn’t think anyone could argue that they had more than staked their claim on it earlier that day. She burrowed snugly against Dean’s side while he propped his shotgun next to the chair for the long wait to come.

Sam lingered in the kitchen, gazing out the window once more before finally giving in and joining them. “Should I get the Monopoly board?”

"Monopoly?" Nina laughed. "Oh Sammy, I'm sure you can come up with a much better game than that." Nina reached up and snatched him down onto the couch, causing Sam to fumble at first then slowly regain some semblance of grace as he settled in beside her.

"What would you suggest? Truth or dare?" Sam asked, smirking.

"No, Sam. Besides, I have no desire to even think about the dares your brother would come up with," Nina snorted.

Dean grinned at her from across the room. “You know what? I think this calls for a game of ‘Who’s in My Mouth?’ What do you think, Janis?”

“I would hate to think of it ending up as anyone but you,” she protested with a cackle.

Nina shook her head and laughed. "Wow, Dean, only you would come up with this kind of a game. Tell me, how’s it played?" She leaned forward, lifting both eyebrows in question.

“Turn out the lights,” he instructed, pointing to the lamps that were on. “Get in a pile, and… Well, I think the rest explains itself.”

Nina frowned at the mention of turning the lights off. "Oh yeah, that sounds like a great game, until your brother ends up in your mouth."

There was a loud chorus of “UGH!” from both men, followed by a sickened shudder from Dean and a pinched frown from Sam.

“Hey, you’re the one who brought it up,” Janis said, before Dean could retaliate in Nina’s direction. “You should have thought that through.”

"Poor man, can't handle the repercussions of his own game." Nina laughed at Dean, reaching over the arm of the sofa and poking him in the ribs.

Dean squirmed and barked a laugh, which made Janis jump in response. She ran a hand over the spot and smiled while saying, “I didn’t know you were ticklish there.”

Ignoring this observation with just a touch of color rising to his cheeks, he turned on Nina. “Okay, so the less people involved, the better. But that doesn’t make it--.”

Before Dean could finish his last sentence, Nina, with no pretense at all, leaned forward again and poked two fingers into Dean's mouth with a smirk. "Fine, guess who?"

Her hand was seized and smacked away as Dean spluttered and spit, a hail of disgusted noises tumbling from him. Sam covered his mouth with one hand, trying desperately not to laugh at his expense, but Dean was making it difficult when he all but vomited in the floor. Janis barked laughter out of sheer surprise alone, rubbing his chest to try and calm his animated reaction.

“I don’t know where those have been!” he roared, pointing at the offending fingers.

Nina cackled as she leaned back, resting on Sam who was shaking with silent laughter. "Just on Sam. That's all."

“Oh God,” Dean groaned. “I’m gonna puke.” He looked ready to burst out of the chair. “I gotta brush my teeth.”

“You’ll live,” Janis giggled, her petting migrating up toward his face.

"Your brother is far too easy to pick on," Nina whispered to Sam, snuggling into his neck.

“Not as easy as you make it seem,” Sam replied and tucked his arm around her. “I’m starting to wish I had you around all the time.”

Dean descended into a mockery of Sam’s voice that consisted only of noises, and Janis snickered against him. It was a five-year-old’s reaction, and yet it couldn’t have been funnier coming from him.

Once silence had set in again, Dean broke it with a thoughtful suggestion. “You know, maybe the part about turning the lights out wasn’t too bad. They probably know we’re waiting for them. Turning the lights out will make it look like we’ve turned in for the night, and they might move on us. Give us a chance to either know they’re here or fight back.”

Shifting uncomfortably at the suggestion, Nina glanced up, making eye contact with Janis but saying nothing.

“I don’t know about that, baby,” Janis murmured to him. “That’s kind of a scary thought. We’re better off like this.”

“‘Scary thought’?” Dean replied. “Do you want this thing to end or not? We gotta get a plan going sometime.”

Sam peered down at Nina and squeezed her into his side, rubbing her arm as he did so. “We will. Laying low isn’t such a bad idea.”

Dean glanced among them all, his eyes staying particularly avid on Nina. “Something I should know about?”

"Not r--" Nina sighed, looking down. "I… Dammit, look, I'm afraid of the dark," she huffed out quickly then winced, waiting for Dean to laugh or start commenting on how childish it was for her to have said fear.

He frowned as he mulled this over. “After some of the shit that went down? Knowing that monsters are real? Doesn’t surprise me. You gotta work on that, though. Can’t let that kind of thing control you.”

“This from the man afraid of planes?” Sam countered, not appreciating the challenge in Dean’s voice. “She has a fear, Dean. You should know--”

“All right, clown boy,” Dean pointed. “I don’t wanna hear one word about stupid phobias out of you.”

"Clowns and planes? All you guys deal with and this is what you're afraid of?" Nina glanced up, looking at both of them in turn.

"Clowns aren't just the happy-go-lucky ones you see at the circus," Sam started, and Nina held her hand up.

"I don't want to hear about supernatural clowns." She shook her head, then glanced to Janis who was sitting all too silently throughout this discussion. Her eyes seemed elsewhere, like she was attempting to not make contact with anyone, and Nina reached a hand over, wiggling her fingers up the side of her arm lightly.

Janis shrieked and slapped, but Nina had already slipped her hand away with a mean giggle. “What the fuck!? Jesus, is something on me!?”

Dean grappled with her as she waved her arms. “What? Hey! Calm down! There’s nothing there…”

“Fucking hell…” Janis muttered. “I thought…” She glared at Nina. “Couldn’t let me be left out, could you? I tried, but you just couldn’t have that.”

“Left out of…?” Sam asked, furrowing his brow.

“Spiders,” Janis spat, then trembled her way deeper into Dean’s embrace.

"Sorry, sis, but if we're going over fears, you might as well be brought in on it.” Nina shrugged and added, "so now that we've all shared our fears, I would still like to object to the lights being turned off. No one wants me sitting in a dark, still room for hours. I'll go insane."

“Not like poison insane, at least,” Janis muttered. “Small blessings…”

Dean ran his hands over her, kissing the top of her head, and she had to admit that his touch was possibly the most comforting sensation she’d ever been granted. She’d learned long ago that there was nothing to fear with him, because he was solid as a rock in all respects, utterly unwavering. It made her ache to be alone with him, but there was time to kill before that could happen.

“We’re quite a bunch,” Janis spoke up finally. “Spiders, planes, clowns, and the dark. I don’t think we could be more ridiculous if we tried, no offense to anyone.”

“Well, considering there are demons lurking somewhere out there?” Sam chuckled. “You might have a point.”

“This is starting to feel like a sleepover,” Dean grumbled. “I need to do something manly.”

“I could think of a couple things,” Janis smiled.

Dean tilted his head as though considering what she must be thinking. He then grabbed up the shotgun, cocked it with one hand, and gripped her with the other. He leaned in for a forceful kiss, which Janis whimpered into, and released her just as unexpectedly.

“There, I feel better,” he announced.

Janis wilted against him, blinking dazedly at her surroundings, causing both Sam and Nina to snicker.

They managed to keep up the small talk for awhile, but deep silence was inevitable. The four of them stayed close and listened for odd noises until near midnight. Janis had fallen asleep across Dean’s chest nearly an hour prior, so when he called it a night, it was with her limp body in tow.

Sam followed Nina as she retired to her room, cutting on her nightlight where it was plugged into the wall and saying nothing of it.

* * * * *

Codi flipped the lights on, the weapon-lined walls in her shop appearing before her. She locked the door behind her, the blinds pulled down, blocking anyone’s view within. After setting the holy water and salt aside, she slipped behind the counter, pulling out her shotgun.

"I can't believe I'm actually loading rocksalt into this baby," she muttered to herself, finishing and cocking the first round into the chamber. She reached for the few extra shots she had, knocking one onto the floor.

"Shit," she grumbled and bent down to retrieve it. The sound of the shop door crashing inwards caused her to jerk back up, and she snatched up her shotgun once more, pointing it swiftly at the man who was now standing before her. Just over his shoulder she could see four others entering the shop and lining up beside him. "One arm…" she noted, glancing at the man in the middle. The beings in front of her all had blackened eyes and were grinning, and she knew then that Nina had been telling the truth.

"Oh look, you have a little gun," one of the men teased. "Not much use against us, bitch."

Codi held the gun pointed at his head as she slowly slid around the end of the counter, moving toward them. Her eyes shifted to the canister of salt she had been given, remembering that Sam had told her it would keep them from getting near.

"Perhaps not, but it will still hurt like hell," Codi growled, pulling the trigger. The rocksalt shot forward as she spun and nabbed the canister of salt. She heard a painful grunt as the salt made contact, but she didn't look up, too focused on pouring a circle around herself and getting herself and the holy water inside of it.

When she was assured there were no gaps in the salt, she glanced up, smiling proudly when she saw that the man now had a bloody wound in his shoulder where the rocksalt had connected at such a close range.

The one-armed man chuckled. "So they warned you and prepared you. How nice of them."

Codi merely shrugged, her hand clutching the now open container of holy water. She stepped one leg over the line of salt, careful not to disturb it, as she slung the water across the room, splashing the three demons closest to her. They shrieked in pain, shrinking backwards and snarling as the water sizzled on their flesh.

"I’ll be damned; this shit really does work…" She flung more at the remaining two, who also howled and cringed away.

She jerked herself back inside the circle of salt as they started to spread out around her, surrounding her. One of them began chanting in a low voice, and what seemed to be a windstorm formed inside her shop. Her eyes widened as the salt was blown across the floor, breaking the circle.

"Bet they didn't tell you we could do that," the one-armed man smirked, waving his hand in a signal to his compatriots.

The demons started forward, and despite the sudden chill that ran up her spin, Codi didn't hesitate, grabbing her shotgun and the second gallon of holy water and running towards the closest demon. She doused the woman, who appeared to be over the hill but no less spry, and sent her shrieking backwards, allowing Codi a moment to breathe. She spun and saw that they were now congregated in front of her instead of all around. She flung what she had left of the water, desperately moving towards the entrance, trying to get away. She tossed the empty milk jug towards the demons, whose rebuttal was a series of inhuman snarls.

"All out of tricks now, little one, time to die," the younger woman in the group growled, leaping forward and catching a round of rock salt in her chest, spinning her backwards. Codi continued to fire wildly, not particularly aiming as much as trying to keep them away from her.

"Enough!" The one-armed man shouted. With a wave of his hand, Codi was sent flying backwards. Her head cracked against the wall, and a pool of blood slowly formed around her where she landed. "Finish her off and hurry. someone had to have heard all that damn shooting."

The others seemed to like the sound of those orders more than any they’d received all night, and Codi’s last, bleary vision was of black eyes, wide smiles, and reaching hands.

To Be Continued...