the winchester's sister

Chapter Nineteen: Cemetery

DANI'S POV

After the Mandy thing, I haven't gone on a single hunt. I've helped out, like cleaning up wounds and getting the boys supplies, but I haven't been able to feel the thrill of running away from something that might kill you or when you're chasing down something that might kill you.

Sam and Dean say that they trust me, it's just they don't want me to get hurt.

And I did lie. I had been on one hunt after Mandy. It was this ghost, and I made a rookie mistake and nearly killed myself. I think that was the reason Sam and Dean didn't want me to hunt because they might lose me.

We had been getting closer, as a family. They would tell me a lot of stuff, like what the deal was with Angels and Demons and all that crap. Dean and I would make really dirty jokes to each other sometimes, and Sam and I would discuss what was our favorite language was (I knew French, Latin, Enochian, and a bit of German).

"I dunno, Latin's pretty cool, but French is really cool. Plus, France is an amazing place." I was saying to Sam one day.

It was the day after the brothers had gotten back from...well, somewhere. I knew what happened, there was this little kid named Jesse who was half human and half demon. He could apparently do whatever he wanted. Sam and Dean came back with cuts and bruises and disappointed because the kid had gotten away. They had no idea where he was.

"Yeah. Maybe we'll visit France one day." Sam said wistfully.

Fast forward a couple months, and...

Sorry, it's hard for me to say.

Sam said yes to Lucifer.

Michael found another vessel, so he didn't need Dean anymore, which was good.

But Sam said yes to Lucifer.

And now here we are, knocking on Lucifer's front door, with Sophia, Cas, and Bobby near the car and Sam, Dean, and I waiting to be let in.

I have a quick salute to the three of them just as the door opened, and we were led upstairs to where I hoped Lucifer was.

God, I really hope this plan will work.

Lucifer was drawing a stick figure on the window and said something about how people think he's flames when he's actually ice.

Then Sam killed Lucifer's bodyguards without even moving, Lucifer possessed him, the rings were on the wall, and then Sam was gone.

I looked over at Dean, who had a shocked expression on his face. He was breathing heavily.

I hugged him gently. "We'll find him, Dean, it's ok."

Some time later, Dean had figured out where Lucifer and Michael would be at.

"A cemetery," Dean said. "You coming?"

And that's why my twin brother and I are driving his 1967 black Chevy Impala into a cemetery with my other brother and my half brother standing in our way. Dean got out, and I figured I should do the same.

They talked. Michael said something about not being part of the story, and then Castiel came in throwing a...thing on fire that was rolled up in this cylinder like thing and shouting, "Hey, assbutt!"

Then everything went black, and the last thing I remember is Dean shouting, "Dani!"

And Lucifer laughing evilly. Except it wasn't Lucifer, it was my brother. Sam Winchester, who I would discuss the best episodes of Doctor Who with and debate which language is the best.

I know that they would be ok without me, and I was going to come back to life and kick their butts.