Chapter 10: The Third Man (part 1)

                                    

                                          
<Keira's POV>
                          
I sit in the hotel room, two weeks after meeting Bobby Singer, utterly bored. Lucifer went with the guys to investigate these two deaths. One guys turned into liquid human and the other got a bunch of really bad boils. I saw the pictures-I'm not really missing out on anything. I couldn't go with them if I wanted to anyway, I don't have any fake ID's yet.
                          
Even still, being stuck in the hotel room with nothing by porn channels on the TV is not at all fun. I can't use Sam's computer because he put a password on it (cuz that's not suspicious or anything) and really, I'm not willing to bother him when he may be elbow deep in body juices.
                          
They've been gone for two hours and I already washed everyone's clothes. I've been playing with the assorted weapons that they own, but I stay away from the gun because if I accidently shoot myself in the foot, I just know that Dean is going to say 'saw that coming'.
                          
Just as I'm about ready to start inflicting physical harm from boredom, Sam and Dean walk through the door.
                          
"Hey guys!" I say, excited that I'm no longer alone and bored.
                          
"Hey, head's up," Dean says and tosses a jar at my head.
                          
Glaring at him, I catch the glass container.
                          
"What's in-oh my god!" I drop the jar on the bed like it's on fire.
                          
The damn thing has crickets in it. Crickets!
                          
"Why, Dean?" I ask.
                          
What I really want to say is 'why would you bring that in here and better yet, why would you throw it at me?' but I don't.
                          
"Those, were crawling around inside some cops head."
                          
I grimace and feel my stomach roll. I don't really have to see these things anymore, I can imagine it easily enough.
                          
"That's...gross. So are we thinking it's a witch?" I ask.
                          
"No, not quite. All this stuff adds up to plagues," Sam says.
                          
I frown and join him behind his laptop.
                          
"Plagues? But crickets aren't a plague."
                          
"Not crickets, locusts. And then theres blood and boils. Think Egypt."
                          
I look at him and think 'oh hell'.
                          
"Like that story in the Bible? With Moses?" I ask and he nods.
                          
"Yeah, but these guys ate their way out of a cops melon. I don't quite remember that in the King James."
                          
I look at the locusts crawling up the sides of the jar and shiver.
                          
"Okay, so what do we do then?" I ask.
                          
"Call Kris?" Dean suggests.
                          
Sam shakes his head, his hair bouncing around when he does. I have to force my hands to stay firmly on the back of a chair.
                          
"Remember what happened last time?" Sam reminds.
                          
"Cas then," Dean says and both Sam and I shrug.
                          
I've never prayed to Castiel. It's clear that Sam and Dean haven't prayed to him in a while either.
                          
"Wait, he does answer prayers, doesn't he?" I ask.
                          
Dean shrugs in an uncommitted way.
                          
"We always had Kris pray to him. He almost always answered her," Sam says.
                          
I gesture for Dean to try. He sits down on the foot of one of the beds, closing his eyes and putting his hands on his knees. It's really not orthodox, but if it gets Cas or Kris down here then I can't really complain."