Then and now, a tale of two hunters.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean saw everything go to hell in a matter of seconds. Of course she knew they were here, why wouldn't she? It's not like they had disguised themselves and been sly as shit! Fucking angels. Dean had always been annoyed with them, but they usually proved to have SOME use. This one though? He just fucking hated her. The sound of a full glass placed in front of him brought Dean back to reality and away from those dark thoughts, even if just for a moment.

Picking up the beer he put the glass to his lips and then tipped it back. In a matter of seconds the contents of it were gone without even a second thought. It was cold, tasted halfway decent too as far as Dean could tell. Better then that piss water back in the other bar, though Dean would never say this to Jimmy. He liked Jim and didn't want to have to kill him over something like that. He would, but didn't want to.

“Another” he said as he slammed the empty glass back on the bar. It had gotten him a few looks but nothing he wasn't used to.

”My my Deany, hittin' a bit hard tonight. Do you really think y'all should be doing that?” The Reaper smiled at him as she said this, bringing her own drink to her lips and taking a small sip from it. “I mean, I don't want our fun to be over too soon. Do you?”

”Listen here you bitch!” Dean had started to raise his voice but then caught himself and lowered it to a more conversational tone. ”We know where you are now, and soon? We. Will. Kill. You.”

As he was saying this another beer was placed in front of him so he picked it up and offered it towards the bitch in a toast. Mary-Lou was giving him the death stare before she finally tapped her glass against his, the clinking sound it made rang through the entire room.

”We'll see, Sugar. Maybe you will, or maybe you might just die tonight. Won't it be fun to find out?” She was studying Dean, waiting to see what his reaction was. Dean just picked up his glass and took a large gulp from it before setting it down. Man, that really was refreshing! He had to come back here when their pest problem had been taken care of.

”Trust me, we are going to make it too hot here for you, hotter then the flames of hell sweet heart.” he just grinned at her, showing her his teeth like an animal circling in for the kill. ”This time, you won't have a damn place to run to though. Trust me on that.”

He stood up to face her and this time he spoke very loud on purpose.

”I mean I would hate to let a wanted murderer like you get away.” Dean saw the scowl on her face again and this time acted shocked. ”OH! You're saying you aren't a killer? Strange, the warrant said otherwise! Man, if I was any sort of law enforcement I sure would keep an eye on YOU!”

Turning around he did something rather Un-Dean like, that is to say he left with a beer still mostly full. Something she said bothered him a bit, did she say she made a deal? Were their other demons here? Shit. If that was the case Dean needed to watch himself. What if they didn't know he was one of them? They would love to off a Winchester and he planned on staying alive as long as he could.

As he exited the bar Dean sighed and shook his head. It stunk out here but it was better then grinning and bearing the shit going on in there. He heard a cough and turned around to see Sinestro behind him.

”You caused a commotion in there. People are swarming her.” Dean just grinned at this and nodded towards the Impala. Walking over to it he got in and shut the door, waiting for Sinestro to get in before starting the engine and heading off.

”Should keep her off our tail while we find a place for the time being.” he looked over at his partner and shrugged. ”Figured she couldn't follow us if people were keeping her busy. You know how small town bars are with gossip after all.”

Dean just drove in silence, not even turning on any music, till they got to were Sinestros' smelly beast was kept. Dean turned off the engine and then sat there in the quiet.

”What are we going to do now? the deputy asked him. Dean just snarled at this while gripping the steering wheel tight, the entire thing was starting to piss him right the fuck off.

”No fucking clue.” Dean closed his eyes to try and relax but all he saw was that bitch smiling at him. He let out a yell and slammed his hands down on the dashboard. ”I fucking hate this! That bitch is killing people and I can't kill her back. These damn Troopers and the stupid laws. You should have just let me shank that bitch right there!”

”It was too risky, as you said those 'damn troopers' would have killed us there on the spot, or banished us. As for this Mary-Lou, couldn't we simply trap her somewhere and kill her then. Someplace with no one to witness it?” Dean just shook his head at this, though something about it was bothering him.

”Regular angels are hard to trap, Reapers are even worse unless...” Dean let his sentence trail off before he remembered something. That dick Alastair had trapped two reapers before! Dean and Sam even used something similar on a pair of hand cuffs to keep Tessa in check! ”YES! That's it! I could fucking kiss you man!”

”Please don't.” Dean got out of the Impala and Sinestro followed. ”What does this mean though, do you know how to imprison her?”

”Hell yeah I do!” Dean went over and started looking through Sinestros supplies to see what he had. Sadly they didn't have what they needed. ”Though we are going to have to do a bit of shopping first. Then we find a place, set the trap, and then we make it too hot for her in this city so she has no choice but to come after us.”

Dean went on to explain his plan in hushed tones to make sure no one would hear. It involved a lot of mixing stuff together, painting everything with symbols of sorts, and a hell of a lot of luck. As it stood this seemed to be the best plan they had at the moment. They were basically up shit creek and Dean didn't see any paddles around anywhere.