Prologue

                                    

                                          
Things were going well... well if you call fighting a djinn well- but no every thing was fine. Everything was going to plan, even if Dean was an idjit and got himself captured, again. 
                          
Sam and I had gotten there in time and hadn't yet sent Dean off to dream land. The only problem was that we only had one silver knife dipped in lambs blood between us, which in hindsight was probably the major flaw in our otherwise seamless and completely not-made-up-on-the-spot plan, and Sam had the knife. Ok, maybe there was more than one flaw in that indescribably awlful plan, chiefly only one knife or that Sam had it. 
                          
Sam and I burst into djinn's lair all guns blazing. Although not really as djinns aren't exactly affected by bullets, but you know it makes for a better story. Anyway. All guns blazing... and me being the smart ass I am, decided to find Dean and break him lose from where ever the djinn was holding him. Unknown to me however there were more than the one djinn that Sam was handling at the entrance of the grimy old warehouse the djinns call home. Lucky me got to hold off the two other djinn who were circling Dean, without any effective weapon. Great. As you can imagine things got slightly complicated. Especially with a conscious Dean saying french words without saying excuse my french, after he realised I had no weapon, and that the djinns were smiling a freakishly psychotic smile, once they noticed me.
                          
So once again I was faced with a pretty much life or death situation that anyone other than people like me could not even dream of surviving. One of the djinns walked over and lazily started circling me. 
                          
"I can see you're clearly defenceless, and you're outnumbered too. You have no hope of saving yourself, let alone helpless Dean over there." The djinn openly mocked me.
                          
I desperately tried to make up some last minute plan, but still nothing came to mind. "Or you could just let us go and avoid certain death. Your mojo doesn't work on Dean anyway. The last time one of yours tried that on him, he broke free. So maybe you should find someone a little more fun to play with." I knew it was pointless but hopefully if I struck up a conversation with the djinns, Sam would come in time to save us. 
                          
"Nonsense." The other djinn started. "You hunters. You think you're invincible. You have no hope of surviving this, so get off your high horse. We don't let anyone go. Let alone someone who willingly comes strolling into our lair to kill us. Let alone Dean Winchester, who has killed our kind in the past."
                          
"Funny. Because the way I hear it the Winchesters and I have made it out every possible situation. Why should this be any different? We've faced far worse than you in the past." I replied.
                          
"Confidence. That's what gets the better of you. You're always so sure you're going to win so when you get caught off guard, you're clueless." Said the djinn circling me.
                          
"Yeah, keep talking you son of a bitch. Sooner or later your blood will be decorating the floor." Dean taunted.
                          
"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you. Your brother is probably a dream away from death right about now." The djinn leaned towards Dean and smirked.
                          
"And that's your problem. You evil sons of bitches. You underestimate us and five minutes later your guts are on the floor. Curtsey of Vicky Goodwin" Dean responded.
                          
"I will kill you. That much is certain." The djinn snapped, who clearly started to get irritated.
                          
Dean leaned forward. "Bite me." I saw the djinn was not going to be stalled any further so I drew its attention to me instead.
                          
"Really? He's tied to a chair. Surely it's more entertaining to fight for your prey." Then at that moment one of the djinn snarled and lunged at me. I pulled my knife out from the inside of my jacket and slashed across in a wide arc, creating a shallow cut across the djinn's chest. The djinn looked at me, then down at it's white shirt rapidly staining red, then back up at me and burst into laughter. 
                          
"So you're a hunter, Goodwin? Surely you know better than using just your average knife."
                          
"Yeah I do." I said, as I stepped forward and pushed the knife into its chest with force. The djinn stumbled backwards but still remained on its feet grinning as it pulled out the knife and dropped it so that it clattered to the floor. 
                          
"Then you would know that that wouldn't kill me either."
                          
"No. But it would slow you down." I replied as I kicked the djinn the floor. Clearly that was pointless as it hastily got back up onto its feet. 
                          
"I do admire your courage." Both the djinn were circling me now. "But now you're going to die."
                          
"Funny." Said a voice behind one of the djinns. "I was going to say the same thing to you." The djinn's mouth parted as a blade pierced through the front of it's chest and it fell to the floor. Sam smiled for a short moment, completely forgetting about the other djinn behind me. Then his face hardened and his eyes widened and he was about to rush to my aid, but it was too late. I blacked out before I even hit the floor. 
                          
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Dun dun dunnn 
                          
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