The Academy

Chapter Two

    Tink:

  I wake up from my nap on the couch because of the urge to throw up. I scramble off the couch and into th bath room faster than I've ever ran unless it's for food. "Tinkerbell? Babe are you okay?" Logan asks through the door. "Yeah dad, I'm okay. Just memories making me throw up my guts. It's alright," I say. "Good, cause you got some visitors. They won't tell me there names. They just want to speak with you and get out of our way," Logan says. "Does one have long hair, a flannel over a gray tee and jeans? The other one has a wolfish grin and he reeks of confidence?" I ask, opening the door. "Yeah," Logan responds. "Just the Winchesters. We forgot to call," I answer.

       I get to the door and start to feel dizzy. "Hey guys. I'm fine, just so you know," I say, sleepily looking at them. "Are you sure?" Sam asks as I lose my balance. "Nope, I'm not sure," I respond, leaning on him as he helps me back to the couch. "I can see that," he chuckles. "She's already made it clear, you aren't getting laid. We might as well get to business. We have reason to believe that your dad was possessed. Now, when we shot him, Sammy here shot him with the wrong gun and just the body died. When you kill the body it's like an eviction notice and the Demon moves on. We saw no cloud of black smoke and usually, we do so we're going to have to draw a devil's trap right here and tie you to a chair. We're going to say some angry sounding Latin words and the Demon will go back to where it came from," Dean explains. "Okay, go ahead. I'll get my stuff," Logan says. "Oh, yeah, he's a hunter," I say.

         "So it's two in the morning, I heard the words devils trap, and you are awake. Pick from the following movies. Twilight, Harry Potter, or Lord of the Rings. Here is you're blanket, move over," Peter says, coming out of my room in his pajama pants with my green plaid Blanket. "I love you, and Twilight," I sigh as he sits beside me. "Hey, it's his job to protect you and our job to keep you calm," Rose says as she plops down beside me. "Harry Potter. I change my mind," I say. I pull the blanket around me as I cuddle against Peter's chest, half watching the intro and half listening to the conversation behind me.

      "How is she taming it? When you are possessed, you act out of character. She is just being her," Jace says. "She's puking and passing out. Something inside of her is fighting the possession but she's quickly losing. We need to move faster," Sam says. "Exactly. Jace, get the hell out of the way. I know you need experience but as your officer and her father, you are slowing us down. Drop the chalk and go watch the movie," Logan responds in a way that makes me think he is scared. "Peter, he's afraid, how are you okay?" I ask in a whispered tone. "I'm terrified that this thing is going to hurt you. I'm petrified right now and I am barely keeping it together," Peter says shakily and he kisses my head.

       Peter pauses the movie when Sam says he's done. My hands are shaking and I laugh as I stand up. "You forgot something," Peter says with a smile as he grabs my hand. I turn around slightly confused. Peter kisses me almost violently and I laugh as I pull away. "Look, I'm not dying and other people are around. You cant just do things like that!" I exclaim. My face is bright red. "Last time you saw your dad you went comatose. It could be a while until I get to do that again. This Demon is holding your composure. Now, go get the damn thing out of your system and don't leave me again," Peter says.

      I sit down in the high backed chair and Sam ties my wrists down. "You're gonna be okay Darlin'," Logan says with a wink. "Actually it's Howlett," I wink back. "That's my girl. Go ahead and get started. Keep your eyes on me," Logan says, sitting on a bar stool.  I here syllables that I don't recognize and it goes dark. I can hear the words I am saying, but not clearly. When I can hear clearly again, it's not words, but an overwhelming whooshing noise and an immense pain in my chest. I scream as it gets worse. When the pain is over I feel nothing.