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slayervi) wrote in

Vi was a little easier to drag around than she had been days ago. How many of those had passed, she had no idea. Everything had blurred together in the effort to stay awake, alert, and making attempts at escaping. Hell, she'd even managed to get a shoe off and throw it at his head to give voice to every strong emotion she was feeling at the moment, mostly anger and frustration. Still, she just couldn't bring herself to make anything completely easy for him.

As they moved towards the complex, she tried to dig in her feet, mud squelching under her bare foot and sneaker sole as she managed a couple of seconds imitating a stubborn mule before she was tugged along again. "No, we're not," she snapped at him. "Those people, the person that you're possessing, his sister, we will never bow to Lucifer, even if this Meg bitch manages-" She stopped and looked over at him, loose hair falling around her face. "Sam's too smart for that. Dean's too smart for that. He's going to figure her out and then you know what? This is going to be a bad, bad idea. You just won't be the distraction, you'll realize you're bait, and those people in that complex are going to send you right back to hell, you self-righteous demonic prick!" The ending didn't quite reach the forceful pitch she hoped, her voice worn down by all the yelling and insulting she'd done. But she'd said what she needed to.

She winced as the lightning struck the car and then the complex, setting off the alarms. People were going to fight. They wouldn't stand inside, waiting around, while familiar faces were possessed and they were surrounded. This was it. She closed her eyes, head hanging. "We're going to win," she said, her voice soft, exhausted but not yet defeated.

And then, there was someone else. She opened her eyes and looked over, eyes widening as she recognized who. How many of them are there? "Stephanie?"

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