Supernatural: Anastasia Steele

Chapter 81. There Can Only Be One

Anas POV

"You're awfully quiet, Ana. You're not mad at me, are you?" The demon asks me as we walk outside. "I'm gonna tear you to shreds, I swear to-" I growl and he chuckles. "When you wake up, girlie, you give it your best shot." He says. "Where's Dean?" I ask him. "Quit worrying about Dean. I'd worry more about yourself and Sam." He says.

"Why? You gonna kill me?" I ask, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "I'm trying to help you. That's why we're talking. You're the one I'm rooting for." He tells me. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I ask him.

"Welcome to the Miss America pageant. Why do you think you're here? This is a competition.  Only one of you crazy kids is gonna make it out of here alive." He says as I stop and give him a confused look. "I thought we were suppose to be-"

"Soldiers in an oncoming war? That's true. You are. But here's the thing: I don't need soldiers. I need a solider. I just need the one." He says. "Why?" I ask. "Well, I couldn't just come out and say that, could I, Ana? I had to let everyone think they had a fighting chance. But what I need...is a leader." He tells me.

"To lead who?" I ask. "Oh, I've already got my army. Or I will soon, anyway." He says and I glare at him. "You son of a bitch." I growl. "Honestly, I'm surprised you hadn't guessed. I mean, why do you think so many children flamed out already? Max Miller and Andy's brother, what's-his-name? They weren't strong enough. I'm looking for the best and brightest of your generation." He says.

"My generation?" I say confused. "Well, there's other generations, but let's just worry about yours. That's why I'm here, Ana. I wanna give you the inside track. You're smart. You're well trained, thanks to John Winchester. Ana, you're my favourite." He says and I scoff. "Yeah, I'm sure you say that to all the psychics." I say and he chuckles a bit.

"You ruined mine and Sam's life." I say angrily. "The cost of doing business, I'm afraid. I needed you sharp, on the road, honing your skills. Your gifts." He says to me. "And my dad?" I ask him. "That was bad luck." He replies.

"Bad luck? You sent that werewolf after my dad! You killed my mom!" I yell. "Your mother walked in on us. Wrong place, wrong time. Your dad...he was just an obstacle in the way." He says. "What does that mean?" I ask him.

"It wasn't about her or your dad. It was about you. It's always been about you." He tells me. "What?" I ask and the demon smiles. "Well...okay. You caught me in a charitable mood. I'll show you." He says as he snaps his fingers and we're in a room, that looks like a nursery and is painted pink.

"Look familiar? It should." The demon says as I look at the crib and see my six-month old self crying, while the yellow-eyed demon from the past stands over me. I step forward but the demon stops me. "Relax, Ana, this is just hi-def instant replay. Enjoy." He says as the past demon slits his wrist with his nail and drops some of the blood into my six-month old mouth.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" I ask him horrified. "Better than mothers milk." He says as I look at him horrified. "Does this mean I have demon blood in me?" I ask and the demon chuckles. "Answer me!" I yell but then my mother walks by the room but stops and comes in.

"Rick?" She says as the past demon turns to her. She jumps at this, her eyes widening in fear. "Who the hell are you? What are you doing to my daughter?!" She asks as the past demon forces her against the wall. "Mom." I whimper as I watch her slowly move up the wall, until she's pinned to the ceiling.