Chapter 48

                                    

                                          
Party On, Garth
"Alright, party time." Dean rested his chin on my shoulder as I sat in his lap at the desk next to Sam. It shocked me how much it ended up taking for me to get drunk. I expected to be a lightweight compared to the men sitting next to me--I probably still was--but it was more than I anticipated.
Sam replayed the tape and this time when the bottle was opened and pale woman in a white dress appeared and followed him out of the door.
"So he let that thing out of the box and it must have just followed him to the place with all the thingies," Sam said. 
"Oh my god, you're right," I agreed. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Yes, yes." Dean nodded. "That's smart." He sighed. "I'm actually kind of drunk." He poured another glass. "Me likey."
"Is the room spinning for anyone else?" I asked, laughing a little. 
"I miss these talks," Dean said before taking a sip.
"What the hell?" Randy Baxter stood in the doorway, staring at us.
Dean spit his drink back into his cup, eyes wide. "Oh, man. Turn it off. Turn it off," he whispered to Sam.
"FBI, huh? You know what? You can save it for the cops," Randy stated, pulling out his phone.
"We're the FBI?" I asked.
"Saige," Dean hissed. "Shh." 
"Oh, right, right, we lied about that."
"Oh my god, Saige, shut up," Sam said.
I laughed a little. "I'm so sorry."
"Whoa, Mr. Baxter, listen, if you just let us explain, you might not--" Sam began.
Randy groaned, eyes rolling back as he fell to the floor. Garth stood behind him, taser in hand.
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"It says 'what you took will be taken from you.'" the Japanese chef we found told us as he read the words on the box. "Like eye for eye. You with me?"
We nodded as we all stood in the alley behind the Japanese restaurant in the dark as he read the rest of it.
"Where'd you guys get this anyway?" he asked.
"Why? Is there, uh, something the matter?" Sam asked.
The chef all but threw the box back at us. "You're not superstitious, are you?"
"No, not really," I answered.
"Not at all," Dean added.
"Because this says the bottle inside contains a shojo," the chef explained.
"I'm too drunk for this," I muttered, rubbing my temples as a headache began to form.
"What's a shojo?" Dean asked.
"An alcohol spirit," the chef told us. "Look, it's just an old myth. I wouldn't worry about it. But they're not known for being friendly." He glanced back inside the building. "I gotta go."
"Oh, yeah, here you go." Dean pulled some cash from his pocket and handed it over. "Thank you."
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"Am I still drunk or is Garth dancing on the patio?" I asked as we walked into the motel.
"I think he is," Dean said.
"Garth? Where's Baxter?" Sam called.
Garth walked back inside, pointing to the jacuzzi. "Dude's a lot heavier than he looks, FYI. Oh, here, thought you might want this back." He set the EMF detector on the counter.