Winchester Siblings: Broken (Book 4) (A Supernatural Series)

Chapter 3 - Totally Screwed

Alana sat uncomfortably in her parent's hotel room, overhearing her own father call her immature. She was fuming and raging mad! How could her father call her immature when the demon now beckoned for her! She left Sam and Dean back in Pennsylvania to keep them safe, but no! Dean and Sam had to follow her down here and now they were in extreme danger if she didn't get away from them soon. But back to her dad, she was going to yell and scream and show him immature as soon as she put this bitch of a demon back in Hell where it belonged.

She rose from the bed, cracking her knuckles in preparation of leaving but first she would have to wait for her parent's to fall asleep so that she could escape from the room, but if Sam and Dean arrived early it would spoil her plans. She kicked her bed and sat back down. She had to leave, the voice inside her head was growing stronger and she could feel the demon beckoning her again. How the heck was she going to escape when her father was the ruler of escaping? She was doomed.

Yet she thought back to her brother's, they could travel the world, kill any demon or supernatural being in their way and they had been younger than her when they began. But dad refused to let her help, it seemed so unfair. She shook her head, she would prove to her family that she had the skills and ability to take out the demon that had plagued all their lives for the past thirty years and this time it would end with her.

A door slammed and she peered into the other room and watched as her father climbed into his truck and drove off. She hmphed in glee as she packed her bag and kept it by the bed, she would sneak off as soon as Majestic...

"Alana?" Majestic called out and she entered the room.

"Yes mom?" she said.

"I'm going to go grab a soda, you want anything?"

Alana shook her head, "I was going to run down to the diner and grab something to eat if that's alright."

She sighed, "Be quick about it, your dad will be angry at us both if you wander off again."

She nodded, hating herself for doing this to her mother. But she had to go.

"I'll be right back." She said, closing the door behind her.

She darted down to the small restaurant and looked around. No one was around. She jumped over a low wooden fence and out into the alleyway behind the motel. Her bag was just outside the bathroom window, right where she left it. She hefted it up and made her way away from the motel and the protection of her family.

The wind had picked up and she shuddered at the thought of an incoming storm. She had to keep her head sharp, this battle between her and the Demon was personal and in the end she would be the victor.

Lightning streaked overhead and she groaned inwardly. Why was it that every time they came up against the Demon it stormed? "He has to be behind this." She muttered.

Laughter rang in her ears and she squirmed in pain. This is just the beginning Alana. I win, Sam's mine.

Over her dead body.

That can be arranged with my little poppet.

She shook her head. He was getting to her. Somehow, someway he was going down and the family would be safe.

Come here little poppet. I have someone whom you know.

She turned the corner and stopped in her tracks. The Demon was...Alex!

"Alex?"

"He's not here right now." The voice said, coming from his body, "But he sends his regrets."

"Let him go."

"Not until you give me what I want poppet."

She hated being called a poppet. Reminded her of Elizabeth in 'Pirates of the Caribbean.'

"Well you can't have Sam."

"There is something else poppet."

She sighed, the amulet around her neck. It contained the magic powers of the Brogan line, her mother's bloodline.

"I give this to you; you'll go away for good?"

He nodded and she knew he lied.

"You have to go away or my brothers, my father will destroy you."

"Oh pity, I wanted to have one last fight with them. Too bad they'll not get the chance."

"What?" she said as he threw a dagger into her heart.

She fell to her knees, gasping for air. The amulet around her neck shined a brilliant red and radiated around her.

"What's going on?" the Demon screamed.

She rose like a fiery ball of fire and looked directly at the Demon. "One thing I forgot to mention about the amulet, it contains my mother's blood, the blood of a vampire witch."

"You bitch!" it shrieked.

She threw a ball of fire at him, she was going to kill Alex in the process but he was dead already. The Demon combust into flames and disintegrated. She placed her feet firmly back on the ground and closed her eyes. It was gone, for now.

"Alana!" a voice shouted and she turned to see Alex shaking his head in disbelief. He was alive and she couldn't sense the Demon near him.

"Alex!" she said and threw her arms around him, "You're alive."

"Yeah. It was weird. I was burning and then all of a sudden I was here."

"I am so sorry."

He looked down to her, his green eyes filled with sorrow. "You aren't human are you?"

She shook her head, "I'm human, just more special and it sucks."

"What you have, it's evil."

So many times she had thought the same, but that had come from ignorance. People didn't understand her heritage, where it derived from. She was not only an Irish witch but Romanian gypsy. Her blood screamed supernatural.

"You don't know that Alex. You're afraid because you don't understand it. This is my life, I'm still the girl you knew from childhood. I'll never change."

"But you did change Alana. You left Milford and never came back."

"Untrue. I did come back and you were gone."

He shook his head and ran a hand through his brown hair. "I have to go. Goodbye and farewell Alana." He turned on his heel and walked away leaving her to gap after him.

Oh poppet, he won't remember a thing.

She shrieked and spun around. Nothing was there!

"Where are you?"

I still have a hold on his poppet. You can't destroy me so easily.

"Damnit!"

She spun on her heel and took off after him and found him gone. She sighed. She had some explaining to do when her father and brothers caught up with her.

"And I am damn near screwed."

That you are a poppet. Daddy Winchester likes order and you broke the rules. If I was him I would have you tied up and sent away.

"Go to hell."

Been there, done that. I wonder if Alex would care to see it.

She rolled her eyes. "I'll kill you soon enough you son of a bitch. And if Alex must die to kill you, then so be it."

I wait for that day. For now good luck with daddy. Here he comes now.

The voice inside her head faded as her father's truck rounded the corner and she could see the anger in his eyes. She was indeed screwed.