And That Makes Three

Who?

"Me and Sam will go out to get food, Zuri you stay home to make sure nothing bad happens, ok?"
"Ok!" I say and watch as they leave. I lock the door and windows behind them and grab the salt and start to line the windows. After I've done that I sit on the floor in the cluttered living room and wait for their return. I hear a crash from the other room so I grab a machete and head towards it...I've never killed something before..maybe dad'll finally be proud.

It's in the next room..I'm scared. I hold the machete tighter and enter the room there was a man stood there. He had short brown hair and a short brown beard, he wore a black trench coat with a black shit and black tie. "Hello Zuri" he said.
"Who are you?" I asked, I doubt think he'll answer though.
"The names Crowley." He had an obvious English accent. He was a demon, I could tell. Dad made us religiously study books about how to identify and kill. 'Shoot first ask later' was his family motto. I think. The silence was growing awkward as I didn't kill him. For some reason I just..couldn't..? It wasn't fear or anything, I wasn't scared in fact the complete opposite I was calm. He wasn't at all threatening at least to me he wasn't.

"Y'know Zuri," he said, "you don't seem too happy here" I thought for a while, it's true I wasn't but I need my brothers..but..if I wasn't there..Dean would have less mouths to feed so him and Sam could eat more or better.
"I mean..yeah.."
"Why don't you come with me..?" I..I have to don't I? I can..protect my brothers by going. They can eat better and have to hear dad shout less..if dad would even notice I wasn't there.
"Ok" after I agreed he held out his hand and I took it. And we were gone.