Burn It to the Ground

Maura’s POV.

So it was becoming apparent that I would have to kill Dean Winchester at some point.
But there were bigger fish to fry.

We had somehow managed to spend the better portion of the day at the bar, splitting our time between casually asking around about the recent suicides and drinking. I had managed to convince myself, however, that the drinking was all simply a way of blending in. My darling sister on the other hand had practically spent the day rubbing herself up against the bartender… Actually, I‘m pretty sure she really did at one point, but I blocked that part out as best I could.

“So apparently every victim complained about receiving prank calls at first, and then even escalated to saying there was someone watching them right before they supposedly killed themselves.” Kassia recalled with a strange sense of smug pride in her tone, smirking as she angled her head towards me from the passenger’s seat.

“You had your little boy-toy squirming in his seat with that move of yours.” I commented, navigating my way through the dark road miles outside of town in hopes of finding the allusive motel we had planned to stay at. I considered myself sober enough for the job; or at least more so than my fiery-haired sister who nearly tripped over thin air in the parking lot before we left the Winchester boys to nearly tear the bar apart in search of missing keys.

Kassia shot me a temperamental look as if I were a mosquito in her ear and sighed loudly. “That was the whole point, Ms. Oblivious. The bastard doesn’t share his alcohol, that’s what happens.” I couldn’t help laughing at that, how harsh it sounded, but I knew it was a bad idea. When my sister got on one of her kicks, it was best to just keep your mouth shut and go with it, smiling. So it’s a damn shame that I’ve never been good at that sort of thing, or we wouldn’t get into half the arguments we do. “That sounds more like a murder, Kass. A nice normal, safe murder.” I earned myself a glare unlike any glare before it and corrected myself. “Alright, well we’ll keep looking into it okay?” And the long silence began.

Honestly, it was amazing that after spending almost every day together for so many years that we had not clawed each other’s eyes out yet. However, the night was still young and Kassia wasn’t looking like she would pass-up the opportunity if it were to rise.

“Look, don’t get all pissy with me, okay? I didn’t do anything. I wish I knew what’s up with you lately.” I muttered the last part under my breath, I had never wanted to punch my sister in the face as much as I had been lately and that was starting to bother me. What was happening?
Kass whirled on me as she turned in her seat and I immediately wished I could grab the words and stuff them back in my mouth; a drunk and severely pissed off Kassia isn’t something to be reckoned with, even my me, and I knew whatever was coming was probably going to knock me back on my ass. And oh, how right I was.

“What’s up with me lately? Me? How about we talk about you, Maura. What’s up with you every day? You treat me like I’m a kid and I’m not, I’m a grown woman who doesn’t have to let her big sister know what she’s thinking every day of my freaking life!” I thought briefly that she would throw her hands up in the air dramatically, but she stayed freakishly still as she continued on her verbal rampage. “You think I’m this reckless, self-destructive whore and you always have. I get that now. But you’re not mom, and I don’t need you to take care of me.” She slowly lowered her voice as she spoke, finally ending in a normal, formal tone that scared me. But I wasn’t letting this one go.

“You want me to stop taking care of you?” The car swerved to the side of the road and I slammed on the breaks, swinging my door open immediately and taking her by surprise. “Fine, then get out of the fucking car.” I spat the last part and she hopped right on board, jumping out of the car and into the surprisingly mild Missouri night about a half second after I did. However, she made it in front of the car way before I did, looking like she wasn’t sure what to think.
The sound of my hand making impact with her face cut through the eerie silence and she looked at me, eye wide in surprise that I had actually slapped her. “If you want me to stop treating you like a kid then stop acting like it.” I hadn’t the slightest clue what I would do next, so in a way the fact that my sister jumped on me saved us from the awkward post-fight silence.

A fist collided with my face before I recovered from the surprise enough to start fighting back. I brought my leg up and kicked her in the stomach, knocking her off me and onto the pavement with a thud. I climbed to my feet, still a small step ahead of her, and put a hand to my face trying to assess the damage she had done, though thankfully nothing seemed broken. “You don’t want to do this Kass, we’re sisters.” She got up with a saddened look on her face and stood just a few feet from me.

“Maura, I’m sorry I just-” I knew her little violent episode had passed, but that didn’t mean mine had. I swung my leg up and nearly kneed her in the side before she dodged me and shoved me backwards, knocking me off balance long enough to elbow me in the cheek and get enough momentum going to get in several very good hits. Even though I was fighting the urge to tear her throat out, she was still my sister and I still loved her- but I was still going to try my best to tear her throat out.

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Sam’s POV.

“Are you sure we’re even going the right way?” I asked, squinting and trying to see passed the headlights of the car as we weaved our way down the road in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. Dean was drumming if fingers along to the radio and still moping over the bar scene, grunting in reply and not even looking at me. He had been like that since the bar, only half paying attention to the real world and focusing on whatever was going on in his head. One day into this case and everybody was already caught up in their own lives.

The road was dark and unnerving, the trees looking like they were going to lean over far enough to grab the car and play with it like a rag doll. Up ahead, as if its soul purpose was to add to the creepiness, was a black shape. My brother of course picked up on what it was before I did, coming out of his half-coma and frowning in extreme disapproval.

“See, who would leave a perfectly good car out here? Poor thing looks lonely.” Even I stared with sympathy.

It was a black car pulled over to the side of the road, dark and abandoned looking out in the middle of nowhere. The engine seemed to be cut and all the lights were out, making it hard to make out it‘s details. But as we got closer, it started to look more and more alarmingly familiar.

I squinted, tensing as I spoke, “Isn’t that the Firebird?” We both cursed at the same time as we realized I was right, and the fact that it was just sitting there meant that the girls were probably in trouble. Dean started fumbling around for his cell phone, as if a demon cornering Kassia was going to hear her phone ringing and say, “Hey, you should take that. I’ll just wait here.” Just as he cursed, apparently not getting any answer, I spotted something up ahead of the Firebird and my jaw dropped.

“Uh…Dean.” My brother looked at me as if he was about to snap that it wasn’t the time but, reluctantly, his eyes followed the invisible path to where I was pointing.

There, in the middle of the road, were two female figures in mortal combat with each other, throwing punches and yelling at each other rabidly, audible even from the distance and in the Impala. We both stared in confusion and surprise, me wondering what the hell was going on.

“This is like Christmas.” My brother said, grinning broadly, as he pulled the car to a stop and watched as if he were in a drive-through.

They continued on like that, constantly trying to rip each other apart and slowly becoming sloppier, fighting more like street punks than hunters. I was starting to fear that one of them would pull a knife. “Uh, Dean…I think they might kill each other.” I said worriedly as Kassia bent her sister’s arm behind her.

I heard a scoff to my side, “Nah.” But I wasn’t so sure, Maura threw herself back and knocked Kassia over, she spun around and began punching the shit out of her until Kass got a good hold of her hair and pushed her off, looking murderous.

Dean‘s eyes widened and he cut the engine, swinging the car door open. “Holy shit, you’re right.” We both jumped out and I momentarily thought of grabbing some holy water that was stuck between the seat and door, just in case they were possessed. They were certainly acting like it.

They didn’t notice us as we ran up, trying to get their attention towards us and away from killing each other. We tried to grab them at the same time, not giving anyone the opportunity to beat up a restrained person, and succeeded, trying to hold on to frantic and torn up looking women.

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“What the hell are you two doing?” Demanded my brother, still struggling with a squirming and demonic looking Kassia. “Stay out of this.” It was almost creepy how they said that in perfect unison-Okay scratch that, it was just plain creepy.

“I understand that things are kind of tense lately, but Dean and I have tense times too and we don’t try to solve it by beating the shit out of each other” I stressed, noticing they were finally seeming to calm down and almost completely stop struggling.

My brother cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow at me and giving me a look that reminded me that, yeah, we kind of did try to solve it by beating the shit out of each other.

However, they didn’t need to know that little detail.

“How we solve our problems isn’t any of your business.” Maura snapped coldly, glaring icily about her.

“The hell it isn’t!” My brother and I only succeeded in creeping ourselves out even further by correcting her in unison. We really needed to spend more time away from each other…

“Ok Sam, drag your insane little girlfriend to the motel and I’ll drag my insane little girlfriend back to the hotel and we can all be one big happy, morbidly dysfunctional family!” Dean spat, pulling Kassia back towards the Impala. God forbid he let me drive…

“Do you, uh, have your keys?” I will admit I was a little bit afraid.

She nodded, “In the ignition.” I didn’t quite know how I was going to manage getting her halfway across the road and into the Firebird without releasing her. My brother seemed to be doing a good job with Kassia though, opening the already jarred passenger door and placing Kassia, who still look pissed, inside before quickly slamming the door as if she would escape. He muttered something about women and circled the car, hopping in and cautiously driving off.

And there I was, casually standing there in the road, in the middle of nowhere, pinning a woman’s arms behind her back; I prayed no one else drove by.

“If I let you go will you promise not to chase down Kassia and Dean?” I asked, feeling like I was bargaining with a little kid. She angled her head towards me, looking depressed but no longer violent. She just nodded slowly, having stopped struggling completely and entirely.
With slight hesitation, I let her go and she made her way back to the car, motioning for me to follow. “Drive.” She said simply, slipping into the passenger seat and closing the door quickly before I could reply. It was slowly getting colder, the wind picking up a little more and ruffling my hair as I stood stupidly in front of the car and wondered when exactly the day had taken such a bad turn.

When I got into the drivers seat I noticed that Maura had her head leaned on the glass, completely concealing her face from me in the dark.

“Are you sure you don’t want to drive?” I offered, surprised and a little cautious that someone almost as obsessed over their car as my brother was just handing over the wheel to me as if it were nothing. She snapped her head back towards me and glared daggers.

“Do I fucking look like I’m okay to drive?” In the dim light of the car I could see that she was bruised up and had a pretty nasty cut across her forehead, though the total damage wasn‘t half as bad I had expected; the most alarming thing was the tears running down her face.