Your life, with a twist.

Chapter 4

Dirks P.O.V

Well shit. Bro's pissed, but at least Moe catches on quickly. And he's pretty sharp-minded. You were pulled from your thoughts when Dave faked a cough to get your attention.

"What?" You looked at him.

"You think Bro's gonna do anything to Moe?"

You shrugged. "Probably not as worse as us. Maybe worse. Ya really can't read Bro. He'll probably just spray him with holy water. Might just carry around a spray bottle full of it."

"As long as nobody dies." Dave leaned back against the couch and crossed his arms.

Looking over at Moe, you saw he was doing something completely ridiculous. He had used his shoe as a whip to pull a chair into the devils trap. And now here was your youngest brother, with one shoe on, using his shirt to scrub away the paint. Dave beat you to the question, "Moe, what the actual fuck are you doing?"

He stopped what he was doing and looked at the both of you. His half-swollen-shut eye made the silence eerie. You saw a tattoo coming up at his right hip, but the rest was covered by his jeans. "What's it look like?" He resumed scrubbing the ceiling.

"You look like a clean freak gone mad." This time, you got to the comment first.

"Ive got a job at a bookstore. I've read much more than you think. I always thought this shit was fake. But if I connected the dots, all I have to do is break the devils trap." Moe started chipping away the paint with his thumb nail.

"He ain't wrong." You noticed Bro was standing in the doorway. He seemed much more calm than he was a few seconds ago.

Moe snapped his attention to Bro and Bro stared up at Moe. You could feel the tension radiating from the two. Dave moved a little and broke the ice, "Has the judge thought of a sentance?"

"I have," Bro didn't take his stare off Moe, "Dirk, Dave, you two have to train Moe to hunt his own kind. Moe, learn to hunt your own kind, and I swear, if you kill either of your brothers, just know: I'll be on your ass at the drop of a hat."

Moe just nodded and went back to picking at the paint.

"I want you two to keep a close eye on him, and his ass outta trouble. I don't want to go lookin' for a body." Bro faced Dave and you.

"Sounds easy enough," you stuffed your hands in your front pockets.

"For a second there I thought you were gonna kill us. What happened in that minute you were gone?" Dave leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

"I'm making you two take care of your brother. It really can't get much worse." Bro smirked, turned sharply on his heel and walked into the kitchen.

"He's got a point there," Dave looked up at you and Moe broke free of the devils trap.

"What'd he mean by " hunt your own kind"?" Moe slipped his shirt over his head and wiggled his arms through the sleeves.

You and Dave shared a glance before he spoke up, "We'll explain back at the motel."

"Alright," Moe shrugged and to be honest, you thought he looked innocent.

"I guess I'll drive Mo-" Dave started but before he could finish Moe cut him off, "I can drive myself."

"No, that's where you're wrong. Not only is your eye swollen shut, and I'm hella shocked that you even made it to the motel. But, you were bit by a trickster demon, and lord knows what shit-storm is in store for us." Dave was quick to retort.

Before Dave called on you to back him up, you walked into the kitchen. Bro was standing at the sink, looking out the window. "Can't believe it," he mumbled.

"What?" You stood next to him and looked out the window as well.

"I haven't seen Moe in twenty years. Twenty years. And this is how we're re-introduced. He's a trickster demon, and I was beyond pissed. He's my one kid I was never there to protect. That bitch from the child services took him and landed him with your dumb-ass uncle. And not to mention that Chris is abusive. What the fuck does he kn-" Bro started ranting right of the bat, and you had to cut him short.

"At least he's here now. I mean, he's alive at least. And it doesn't seem like Chris fucked him up to bad. Bro, we can actually be a somewhat normal family."

"We can never have a normal family," Bro almost whispered, "eventually something is going to come. Something we won't know how to fight. Your youngest brother is a demon. A trickster demon. That itself makes us a band of freaks."

There was a loud laughing from the living room. Bro darted towards the sound, you close at his heels. Right in the center of the devils trap, Moe was on his knees, crouched over, holding his head, and insanely laughing. Daves lip was bleeding and he was hevily breathing. The youngest had blood dripping from... somewhere on his face. "You two done with your conference?" Dave wiped the blood from his lip.

You nodded and Bro picked up a spray bottle filled with a clear liquid. He sprayed Moe lazily and the laughing stopped. It was replaced with a loud hiss and Moe scrambling to the opposite side of the devils trap, which left him at Daves feet.

"You two get some sleep. I'll tame him." Bro looked from Dave to you.

"What do you mean by that?" Dave nudged Moe with his foot.

"If he's acting up now, somebody is gonna have to fuck around with him until his temper is straightened out." Bro crossed his arms like you and your brother should've known that.

Nodding, you walked to your old room and laid on the bed. Quicker than expected, you fell asleep to the sound of loud hissing and Bros muffled voice.