As both the Winchesters spent most of the afternoon looking for the correct summoning rituals, scouring sources including their father’ journal, 图书 and the internet, it was nightfall before they had the chance to put what they had found into practice. It hadn’t been easy to 搜索 for; there were many different types of rituals for different types of demon, so the boys had picked out a handful to try out first.
In the last couple of hours, Sam and Dean had made their motel room a perfect demon-trapping area; there were bags of salt in sacks on both the beds, and under the huge rug in the centre of the room lay a hidden devil’s trap.
Dean looked up at Sam after straightening the rug. “Ready?”
Sam nodded and began to read off a complicated incantation in Latin. This was a risky plan, Dean thought to himself; we don’t know how many mojos we’re dealing with here; we need to be quick when we capture one of the bastards.
If it was 更多 than one. They could be lucky.
Dean almost scoffed out loud at the possibility of him and his brother being lucky; where had hope ever got them? Had they ever had good fortune? Once 或者 twice maybe. But it seemed being a Winchester and having good luck didn’t come in the same mix together.
Dean was brought back to the present suddenly when Sam’s incantation grew louder and 更多 urgent just as the door was kicked down and a blonde girl walked in. From a hurried glance, Sam guessed that she couldn’t have been 更多 than seventeen 或者 eighteen, and the pitch black orbs that had replaced her pupils looked strange and out of place on such a pretty, innocent face and body. The black spheres that had filled her eyes contracted as she blinked and normal human eyes replaced them.
“So...part one of the ritual worked, huh? Why don’t 你 try the 下一个 part?”
Sam was breathing heavily out of tension, and began to continue the Latin text. For a moment, Dean was puzzled; why hadn’t she begun to throw them round the room? After all, the ritual had been fake, and merely a device to try and attract the demon to them. So why was she asking Sam to read 更多 if she knew it was fake?
“Huh,” the demon interrupted as Sam’s incantation was evidently having no effect, “maybe Wikipedia got it wrong.”
With a movement that was faster than any normal human’s, she waved one hand to the left and one to right, sending Dean flying into the left corner of their small motel room and Sam to the right. Even though they had been sent to opposite sides of the room, they still remained only a few metres apart from each other, since the motel room was so small. Sam was flung into the side of the room with the beds and the small 表 on, and his head dashed against the 表 corner as he landed on the floor.
The demon had begun to 移动 forwards further into the room and closer towards Dean.
C’mon, 你 bitch, Dean thought. A few 更多 steps and we’ve gotcha.
The demon stepped onto the rug and smiled.
“So how’s the final 年 going for you, Dean? Enough close encounters with death yet?”
“Ah, 你 know me, it’s been a party,” Dean replied sarcastically. Just one 或者 two 更多 steps. Come on.
“You must think I was born yesterday,” the demon continued as she stepped 前锋, 期待 one 更多 time. “You thought a simple, and, might I add, wrong, summoning ritual was enough to lure me and my buddies here?”
Sam had recovered into a sitting position and supported himself against the wall. “So there are 更多 of you?”
“Oh, there are more, alright. And they’re close.”
She took one 更多 step, and Dean began to smile in spite of himself.
“What? Trying to be 《勇敢传说》 as always, Dean? Laugh-in-the-face-of-death, is it?”
“Well, technically, not your death, but something pretty close.”
Grinning, he leant forwards and peeled over the corner of the mat to reveal the chalky inscription of a devil’s trap on the wooden floorboards.
As he did this, Sam moved fast. Grabbing a sack of salt off the 床, 床上 nearest to him, he ran to the closest window and poured a line of salt from end to end, then ran to the remaining window and door and did the same. He slammed the door shut and turned to face the demon.
“If any of your 老友记 are out there, like 你 say there are, they ain’t getting in,” Sam said. “Not anytime soon.”
In the last couple of hours, Sam and Dean had made their motel room a perfect demon-trapping area; there were bags of salt in sacks on both the beds, and under the huge rug in the centre of the room lay a hidden devil’s trap.
Dean looked up at Sam after straightening the rug. “Ready?”
Sam nodded and began to read off a complicated incantation in Latin. This was a risky plan, Dean thought to himself; we don’t know how many mojos we’re dealing with here; we need to be quick when we capture one of the bastards.
If it was 更多 than one. They could be lucky.
Dean almost scoffed out loud at the possibility of him and his brother being lucky; where had hope ever got them? Had they ever had good fortune? Once 或者 twice maybe. But it seemed being a Winchester and having good luck didn’t come in the same mix together.
Dean was brought back to the present suddenly when Sam’s incantation grew louder and 更多 urgent just as the door was kicked down and a blonde girl walked in. From a hurried glance, Sam guessed that she couldn’t have been 更多 than seventeen 或者 eighteen, and the pitch black orbs that had replaced her pupils looked strange and out of place on such a pretty, innocent face and body. The black spheres that had filled her eyes contracted as she blinked and normal human eyes replaced them.
“So...part one of the ritual worked, huh? Why don’t 你 try the 下一个 part?”
Sam was breathing heavily out of tension, and began to continue the Latin text. For a moment, Dean was puzzled; why hadn’t she begun to throw them round the room? After all, the ritual had been fake, and merely a device to try and attract the demon to them. So why was she asking Sam to read 更多 if she knew it was fake?
“Huh,” the demon interrupted as Sam’s incantation was evidently having no effect, “maybe Wikipedia got it wrong.”
With a movement that was faster than any normal human’s, she waved one hand to the left and one to right, sending Dean flying into the left corner of their small motel room and Sam to the right. Even though they had been sent to opposite sides of the room, they still remained only a few metres apart from each other, since the motel room was so small. Sam was flung into the side of the room with the beds and the small 表 on, and his head dashed against the 表 corner as he landed on the floor.
The demon had begun to 移动 forwards further into the room and closer towards Dean.
C’mon, 你 bitch, Dean thought. A few 更多 steps and we’ve gotcha.
The demon stepped onto the rug and smiled.
“So how’s the final 年 going for you, Dean? Enough close encounters with death yet?”
“Ah, 你 know me, it’s been a party,” Dean replied sarcastically. Just one 或者 two 更多 steps. Come on.
“You must think I was born yesterday,” the demon continued as she stepped 前锋, 期待 one 更多 time. “You thought a simple, and, might I add, wrong, summoning ritual was enough to lure me and my buddies here?”
Sam had recovered into a sitting position and supported himself against the wall. “So there are 更多 of you?”
“Oh, there are more, alright. And they’re close.”
She took one 更多 step, and Dean began to smile in spite of himself.
“What? Trying to be 《勇敢传说》 as always, Dean? Laugh-in-the-face-of-death, is it?”
“Well, technically, not your death, but something pretty close.”
Grinning, he leant forwards and peeled over the corner of the mat to reveal the chalky inscription of a devil’s trap on the wooden floorboards.
As he did this, Sam moved fast. Grabbing a sack of salt off the 床, 床上 nearest to him, he ran to the closest window and poured a line of salt from end to end, then ran to the remaining window and door and did the same. He slammed the door shut and turned to face the demon.
“If any of your 老友记 are out there, like 你 say there are, they ain’t getting in,” Sam said. “Not anytime soon.”
