𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

089

"Dad's not answering." Dean says, flipping his cell phone shut. I just keep staring at the second floor window, waiting for any signs of a threat.

"Maybe Meg was late. Maybe cell reception's bad." Sam tries.

"Yeah, well..." Dean trails off, shaking his head. The sound of static suddenly coming from the radio has me looking away from the window.

"Did you guys turn that on?" I ask them suspiciously. They shake their heads.

"Listen." Sam says and starts turning the knob to switch stations.

"This is your host Jack Kilian on KJCM 98.3 FM, and goodnight, America, wherever you are."

I look around as the radio static continues. The wind picks up out of nowhere, the lights inside and outside the house start to flicker, and the hair on the back of my neck starts to rise.

"It's coming." Sam gulps. I shake my head.

"He's already here." I whisper with wide eyes, throwing open the door. I could feel him, his presence. It was familiar.

We sprint over towards their porch and Dean gets to work at picking the lock. Sam stands behind him with the colt in a tight grip, and I tap my fingers against my thighs impatiently—my anxiety skyrocketing.

Hearing the click of the lock, Dean slowly opens the door and we file inside as quietly as we can. Sam and I walk ahead while Dean closes the door silently behind him. I stand right behind Sam as we creep closer towards the stairs. I had my hand on my gun, ready to whip it out if I had to, even though only one real weapon here can hurt the damn thing.

"Get out of my house!" A man shouts, followed by the sound of glass shattering. I spin around and see Monica's husband trying to attack Dean with a bat. "Get out of my house!" He swings again but Dean grips the bat with both hands and swings the guy against the wall, pressing him against it with the bat on his chest.

"Mr. Holt, please." Sam pleads.

"Be quiet and listen to me. Be quiet and listen to me. We're trying to help you, okay?" Dean says hurriedly.

"Charlie, is everything okay down there?" I hear Monica call from up the steps.

"Monica, get the baby!" Charlie yells. My eyes blow wide.

"No, wait! Don't go in there!" I scream, running towards the stairs.

"Don't go in the nursery!" Sam shouts, following me. I skip over steps that feel like are going to go on forever, my heart in my throat. I nearly fall on my face when I reach the last step but I push right back up and sprint for the nursery.

I run in first, glancing at the shadowed man, then too Monica where she is pinned on the ceiling. My eyes snap back to the demon and I freeze. The only thing I could see, the only thing that stood out from his shadowed face.

Yellow eyes.

I feel Sam shove me to the side, making me fall to the ground since I wasn't able to process I was falling. My brain was frozen, my body was frozen. I couldn't breathe properly. I was a mess.

I watch Sam fire at the demon, but it vanishes last second, making the bullet hit the wall instead. Monica screams as she falls down from the ceiling, hitting the floor with a hard thump that wakes me up from my shock.

"Where the hell did it go?" Sam asks hastily.

"I don't know. Just get her out, Sam! Now!" I bark, springing up and running for the baby. Monica cries loudly for her baby, fighting back against Sam but he continues to push her out, reassuring her quickly that I've got it. "Come on, Rosie. It's okay." I hastily wrap up Rosie in the blanket that's around her and pick her up just as her crib sets on fire. "Oh, you ass." I growl angrily, running out the room. I hold Rosie close to my body as I run, not looking back. "It's okay, Rosie. I've got you. It's oka-" a loud explosion and feeling of heat against my back cuts me off and I almost fall face first to the ground at the blast, but I manage to keep my balance and stumble down the steps. I cough horribly loud, but try doing it away from Rosie, as I inhale all the smoke from the fire.

Running out the door, a few steps behind Sam, I find Dean trying to hold Charlie back.

"You get away from my family!" Charlie yells. I hold Rosie to me tightly, checking her quickly for any burns. Nothing. She wasn't even crying. I smile down at her.

"You're such a good girl." I coo, running a finger over her soft cheek.

"No, Charlie, don't! They saved us. They saved us." Monica cries. I look up and see Monica rushing over to me, her arms held out. I give her a sad smile and hand Rosie over to her gently. She backs up into her husband and he wraps his arms around her securely. "Thank you." She says quietly, looking to the three of us. I nod, and turn towards the blazing fire. In the window of Rosie's nursery stood a silhouette of a man. Anger—red and hot—courses through my veins at the sight of him. My fists tighten so much I feel blood start to drip. My jaw, so tight, I hear it click.

While Dean holds Sam back, I snatch the colt from Sam's grip and I start marching back towards the house with an intent to kill so strong that I'll probably kill anything that stands in my way.

I'm yanked back by someone before I can get too far. I spin around, ready to twist their head into an unnatural angle, but stop at the last second when I catch those beautiful green eyes.

Anything but him.

"Let me go, Dean! He's still inside." I fight back against his tight hold on my arm as he pulls me back to the group.

"No, Jennifer! You'll die in there!"

"I don't care. I can kill him now and stop all this!" I manage to break off his hold and spin around, starting to run back. Dean catches up to me as I near the door and wraps both hands around my waist, pulling me against him. "Dean! Dean, please!" I scream, hot tears rolling down my face now. "Let me do this!"

"No! I'm not letting you die! I'm not gonna lose you to this demon too!" He yells back. I slump against him in defeat, my hands clutching his arms that are around me, and sob uncontrollably as I watch the demon disappear in the fire.

"No." I whisper, closing my eyes tightly.

"NOOO!"