The Switch (Part 4)

“Will you stop it with the yelling already!?” she yells back, covering her ears this time as she glares at Dean. Her ears had just stop ringing too! “This thing has been on nonstop all day and night for the last who knows how many months, so it’s no surprise the batteries were going to die eventually! Yeesh, how do you think I knew you two were in danger with that jorogumo in the first place!?” She picks up Sam’s journal, which had landed under the bed when she threw it the first time and walks away from Dean’s face back towards Sam’s bed under the nightstand. She has a feeling this journal is important to Sam, so she places it back where she found it.

As Dean gets back up to his feet, Lira jumps up onto the nightstand, partially forgetting that she is wearing a bedsheet until she starts to land. She quickly has to hold the sheets down over her legs to prevent them going up and revealing anything. She points her pin at Dean, “This is solar powered, but considering the batteries are dead, it’s going to need to stay in the sun for a couple hours before I can try contacting Venom again. Sam’s fine by the sound of things, so try not to worry too much. We need to figure out what kind of magic was used that switched us in the first place.”

“Magic?” Dean instantly thinks to witches, one in particular that wants Sam, but that wouldn’t explain why Lira ended up here. He’s sure there are plenty of witches that know about the brothers, but not so much Lira and Venom, who are from an alternate reality altogether. Unless they were somehow known about during the short time they were here with the jorogumo. Venom would certainly stand out even if humans thought he was in some weird costume. “What makes you so sure it is magic?”

“Good to know real magic exists here. Where I’m from, it’s just illusions and parlor tricks you see magicians do. Venom’s world has magic, and I’m getting off topic,” she gestures to the bedsheet she’s wearing, “My clothes didn’t come with me when I ended up here, and Venom is the one who made them for me with his spider threads. Venom is immune to all forms of magic, his spider threads being a part of him means they are immune too.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dean says shocked, “Driders are immune to magic??” he didn’t find that detail when researching about them, “That would make them very effective witch killers,” he says as an afterthought.

Lira shakes her head, “No, just Venom. Other driders can be harmed by magic. It’s just Venom is known as…” she pauses, which makes Dean frown at her, waiting for her to continue. She doesn’t think it will go well to call Venom the demon drider. Venom isn’t a demon in the true sense of the word, he’s not weak to holy objects or blessed/sacred things like real demons tend to be. He’s really just the one of a kind drider of his species, just like there are others out there and it’s the skull and cross bones mark that signify who they are.

Lira hums in thought, “Well, he’s not like other driders. That mark, the skull and cross bones you see on his chest, means he’s the special drider, which there is only one of in existence at a time, of his kind. I guess you could call him the alpha of the driders?” she shrugs, unsure how

else to explain it, “He can do things normal driders can’t do. Sorry to break it to you, but whatever research you might have done on driders, can’t all be applied to Venom.”

Dean is liking this less and less, “So you’re telling me my brother is stuck with a stronger, or strongest of all the driders, is a monster with a bad personality, who let’s not forget enjoys killing others, doesn’t like anyone besides you and only would listen to you, and we lost our only means of communication to them, and you’re telling me not to worry?”

Lira’s ear pin back slightly, “Ah, well when you put it that way…” she has the nerve to look sheepish about it.

Dean storms over to her, wanting to swoop her up but she easily dodges his hand by jumping out of the way and lands on the bed. She then jumps up to the dressing and onto the fan on the ceiling to keep out of the hunter’s reach, “Can’t grab me that easily Dean.”

Dean grabs his keys from the nightstand, followed by Sam’s bed and starts packing his things. Lira continues to watch from the fan inquisitively, her light frame preventing the fan from moving but the blades were covered in dust so she couldn’t help but cough, forcing her to jump down and back onto the nightstand. She wipes the dust off her as the hunter once again approaches the nightstand.

“Listen Lira,” he puts his hands in his pockets to appear less threatening, or convincing enough that he isn’t going to try grabbing her again, “I can’t just sit here while my brother is stuck with a monster like that. You may trust Venom, but I certainly don’t. We’re going to go to where you’re from, or wherever Venom is from, and I’m getting Sammy back. I need your help, since you seem to know how to get back there. Will you come with me?”

Lira flicks her tail, but smiles, “No problem Dean. All you had to do was ask,” she jumps onto Dean’s shoulder, having no problem keeping her balance as she’s used to traveling on Venom’s bare shoulder, “Oh, but can we make a stop to get clothes first? Traveling in pants is more my style.”

Dean nods and smiles back, “Sure,” he grabs his things and heads out of the motel with her