Juliet O'Hara arrests Winchesters (saltypineapple) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-09-24 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | juliet o'hara |
Who:Jules
What:A cop meets a witch.
When:Tonight!
Where:Near the station
Warnings:It basically ain't gonna be pretty!
Things were getting hairy again, Jules felt disconnected from it all. It really wasn't anybodies fault but her own and she knew it, but she still felt bad. Most came to town and wanted to be hunters, felt this big sense of purpose, but she did not. She didn't want to be a hunter. Mostly. But part of her did, part of her wanted it for the soul fact that maybe she'd be more involved with the family but her true calling did not lie in the supernatural. She didn't want to chase demons around the country and live in small motels on and off. She'd tried that once, and it was far from a life style she was comfortable with. She wanted stability. Needed it. Lately, Dean had been providing it. He'd done so well not drinking anymore, she no longer feared the casual drink. He could go out if he wanted, and she could too. They both had their own lives. That was healthy for a relationship. Both had time to do what they wanted to do. She was content and fell into a comfortable pattern. She was even in the beginning stages of planning a wedding.
Then Lucifer brought everyone back to reality and that little dream of stability was dead. Dean was being dream stalked by Michael, and she had no idea how to fix it. No clue how to make it better. All she could do was be there when he woke from the nightmares. Still she had to do something for her own sanity so she clung onto some of it by ways of work. It was how she dealt with the scary unknown. She dove into things she was familiar with, the station was at the top of that list. So as though it were merely another day she sat behind her desk scanning through profiles of missing persons trying to connect the dots in a recent murder case. Another Jane Doe on their hands. It was her job to help put a name to the face and maybe find the killer in the process. It was no easy task. Sometimes there were no matches, other times there were too many matches. This one proved to be the latter based on the stats she was given. She sighed and began to print off local addresses for all the matches. It was going to be a long day, a coffee was needed.
All the coffee. She stood and let her matches print out, heading toward the small break area where the coffee usually lie. Typically a pot half full sat on the coffee cart in the hallway that separated the station from the entrance. It was bone dry. "I thought we had a rule..coffee never goes dry.." She mumbled as she dug through the drawers looking for further caffeinated goodness, but alas-none. "I'm going on a coffee run." She announced to the guard near by who watched the door. He gave her a cheerful smile. "Make mine a double." Jules gave him a look that clearly said You must be joking but smiled anyway and left.
It was a warm evening. The grocery store was only two blocks away, so she decided to walk. Get a breather and calm her nerves. With the apocalypse breathing down their necks that was almost impossible to do lately. The air would be nice. Or so she thought.
"Detective O'Hara." Her thoughts interrupted, barely a block from the station. She had only a second to look over her shoulder before she found herself pushed through thin air and pressed against a brick wall in some kind of alley. Both her arms at her sides, her feet off the ground. "What do you want?"
The woman smiled an empty smile. "Isn't it obvious?' Juliet could feel something hot singing her skin at the back of her neck. Was that fire? It burned like fire. "Sam and Dean Winchester." The cold voice hissed, the fire burning her skin caused her to cry out in pain. The witch was hardly paying attention to the fire, a second body stood beside it. Waiting, dark eyes watching in pleasure as it smelled the aroma of burnt skin. The right half of her shoulder where that damned tattoo lie was the target. What better way to to get to them by burning it with hell fire. Irony could be a cruel bitch.
"No one will even notice. Go ahead and scream." The dark eyed witch murmured cruelly as she moved a little closer to examine what she'd done. The tattoo had melted away, the skin was bloody and raw. Jules face was flushed from the pain, and her body was still stationary. There were beads of moisture gathering in her eyes against her will from the intense heat that seemed to flood her entire body from the burn. And then, darkness.
The figure that had been standing beside the witch, crumpled to the ground as though it were nothing. Juliet's world turned upside down, like she was watching but she could take no control. She could scream, but no sound came out.