Bobby Singer's Daughter - A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four - Stupid Satan

We're holed up in some motel; well, the guys are anyway, where am I you ask? Well, I'm hiking it hardcore down a dusty cracked road in the middle of a town trying to get rid of Lucifer but it's not working. I'm breathing heavily stumbling over my own two feet; it's been seven days since I've fully had sleep and I'm going insane even more so than before. Someone shouts behind me as I turn the corner and run then stop as a woman and man appear shocked at the sudden appearance of another person, the woman hurries away, and the guy turns.

"What the hell! Get away from me!"

Rubbing my face with one hand I look at him through bleary eyes.

"You speak friggin' English? Go away!"

"No one's after me," I mutter and he relaxes ever so slightly, "then why are you running up in here like that?"

I lean against the building to my right and slip down exhausted and sweating.

"What the hell did you take, anyway?"

"I wish I took something," I snap, "but absolutely nothing."

"Shut up,' the guy isn't convinced, and Lucifer says as if he can hear him, "no she's telling the truth. Burned through the whiskey and beer left at the motel hours ago. Right about the time Sam and Dean passed out for the night; come on Mel tell the nice tweaker. You'd be sleeping by now if the devil would just leave you alone for five seconds," he smiles at me, "stupid Satan. Chasing you all the way to...where the hell are we?"

I put my face in my hands frustrated, "I just need some rest."

"Try the hand scar," Lucifer suggests and I flip him the bird as the dealer says, "how many days you been up?" Lucifer laughs, "Four no wait scratch that, seven days."

Without another word I get up stumbling around heading down the back alley when the guy hollers at me and I turn, "wait! Hold up! You want to knock out? I can knock you out."

I'd take anything right now for a few hours of peaceful sleep, I follow the man to his car, and we sit in the front slipping me a few pills which we both take with a shot of whiskey from his flask. It works for a while I drift off for a bit when the windshield smashes inwards sending glass everywhere, I haul ass to get out my vision clears showing me that nothing really happened to the car. With a hand to my head, I stumble down the road again leaving the drug dealer passed out in his own car; Satan is beside me every step of the way waving his arms around in the air like he's conducting an invisible band.

"Good morning to you, good morning to you," he sings/shouts as I walk faster, "our day is beginning so good morning to you!" I'm several feet away now and he shouts sounding offended, "oh come on! I thought you liked my singing!?"

Frustrated and angry my stomach rolls and I heave what little there is in my stomach.

"Pills?" he scoffs, "you do get that you're just bringing free drugs to the party, right? I am inside you, Melanie. Hey Mel, what's the longest a normal human being has ever gone without sleep?" He asks and I ignore him well at least try to, "11 days, hey you always wanted to be normal!"

I start running away from him again this time across a main highway and without warning a car comes barreling at me headlights flashing, horn honking; the next thing I know I feel the hit and roll up and over the top of the car welcoming the darkness that follows. During the transition from the person's car, to the ER, to a psych ward blows by me without much registration on my part; I did resist a bit because at one point everyone looked like Satan but they ended up sedating and strapping me down, but the drugs never actually take me fully under just calms me ever so slightly. My ribs ache and I have a few cuts on my face and arm where I hit the pavement, I've seen the doc here twice at least to check up on me and pump me full of sedatives without overdosing and yet nothing will take me under.