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Meg is the first to break the silence, “A siren” she says.
“Dean, I really don’t think it was necessary to contact Death,” Cas says annoyed.
“Yeah, well we weren’t exactly getting anywhere with our tests,” Dean replies testily.
“A siren” Sam repeats in astonishment. “Her medical test results came back a little unusual. Her cells regenerate faster than normal, she is super strong, has an accelerated heartbeat and an increased amount of pheromones,” Sam continues.
“Oh and she can also move stuff with her mind,” Dean adds nonchalantly.
“WHAT?” Sam shouts. “Why didn’t you tell us? How did you find out? When did you find out?” Sam asks barraging Dean.
"Well um, it kind of just … happened” Dean says suddenly looking around the room distractedly.
“Care to share with the class, Dean?” Meg asks her eyes turning black.
"We were out grabbing a bite to eat, and I told her how I feel,” he says rolling his eyes. “You know like how I can’t think rationally when she is around and how I lose it even if she is just talking to you or Cas,” Dean explains.
“Romantic” Meg says sarcastically while Sam shakes his head in disbelief.
“Then what happened?” Cas asks.
“She flung a bar stool at my head” Dean says. “It flew clear across the room and shattered into pieces. Her forearm was a bloody mess. Splinters everywhere, but she freaked when I tried to help. She has been wearing long sleeves since,” he says in a dejected tone.
Silence weighs heavy in the room as each of them realizes they didn’t notice you were hiding injuries and re-bandaging your own wound.
Cas finally breaks the silence, “Her siren lineage now makes sense,” he says in a insightful tone.
“How does any of this make sense?” Sam asks, running his hands through his hair. “Sirens are supposed to be like mermaids with fish tails and scales,” he says in a frustrated tone.
“Technically early representations of sirens were birds with women’s hea—…” Cas trails off suddenly aware of the tension in the room.
“In Greek mythology, sirens were said to lure sailors to their death. When pagan beliefs merged with Christian theology sirens transitioned from mythological creatures to beautiful women who would lure men to a life of depravity, causing them to abandon their righteous paths. ‘Her beauty she deprives of reason—voice and sight alike deal destruction and death’” Cas concludes quoting Cornelius a Lapide.
“Right. Thanks for the history lesson Cas,” Dean says sarcastically.
“Well, that and the obvious,” Meg adds.
“And what is that?” Dean asks crossly.
“Annie has been luring men to their death since she was eleven,” Meg responds patronizingly.
“Great, well now that we are all caught up on Greek mythology, early Christian beliefs and Jesuit theologian ponderings on sirens, what do we do now?” Dean asks clearly frustrated.
“We go back to her hometown. Where it all began,” Meg says with resolutely.
“Just to be clear, we are trying to protect her, right?” Castiel asks. “She is a powerful being with immunity to vampires, possession and hexes. She has lured hundreds of men to their death. In any other situation ...” Cas trails off.
“Clarence” Meg says putting her hand on Cas’ cheek, “We are trying to protect her” she says softly giving him a rare look of tenderness.