If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away

Disney Demon

A little while later, Sam turned around to me. "Hey... And we don't care about your past. Well, we care about it, of course, but it won't change anything. If you want to tell us, go ahead. But you don't have to. It doesn't matter. We love you for who you are."
"What if I told you I killed a man?"
"So've we." Dean said.
"I mean an innocent one who wasn't possessed or anything."
"Did you?"
"No. That was a calm reaction though." I said. "Oh, wait. My mom..."
"I was there, Lex. The spirit did it." Sam said.
"I finished it." I said softly.
"She told you to. You helped her." Sammy said as Dean looked at me in the rear view mirror.
"Still." I said. "Anyways, what was it you wanted to tell me?"
"Nothing." He said softly. "It can wait."

I called Sarah at noon the next morning. We were in Florida. Why, I hadn't a clue. But it was fucking hot.
"Hey." Sarah answered.
"Hey. You doing okay?"
"Yeah. You?"
"You didn't-"
"No."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good now. Are you?"
"Always am."
"I stopped by your house this morning. They said you moved out."
"Oh. Yeah."
"Where'd you move to?"
"Haven't exactly figured that out yet.
"So where are you?" She sounded confused.
"Road trip."
"By yourself?"
"No. That'd be boring." Dangerous territory.
"With who, then?"
"Whom."
"What?"
"Never mind. My boyfriend and his brother." Call me a grammar Nazi..
"Boyfriend?! You have a boyfriend?!"
"Yeah."
"I thought you didn't want one."
"I didn't. It just sort of happened. But... He's, you know, different."
"What's the difference between him and Evan?"
"Pretty much everything." I laughed.
"Well then."
"We're here." Dean said.
"Hey, I have to go. Call me if you need anything."
"You too. Bye."
"Disney World?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Even monsters have to like this place. What demon would want to mess with Disney?"
"None that we know of."
"Then why are we here?"
"To have fun." He grinned at me.
Aka to distract me. Well.

"I'm not going in there." I said.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"I'm utterly defenseless. I'm not going into a crowd of a million people without a weapon."
"You can beat the hell out of a grown man, Lex."
"A lot of good that'll do me against a demon."
"You won't use them on yourself?"
"No." I said softly. "I won't."
"Swear?"
"I promise."
"To God?"
"You believe in God?"
"Yeah. I just have a different view of Him than you do."
"What's your view then?"
"That He's a dick and doesn't care about us at all. If He's real, that is."
"You believe in Satan?"
"You don't even know."
"And you kill demons every day."
"Yes."
"And you're friends with an angel."
"Do you swear not to use them on yourself?"
"Yes, Dean."
He handed me my weapons back. It felt so nice and reassuring to hold them again...
I won't use them on myself.
God, please help me to get Sam and Dean to see You for who You are. It's the least I can do.
"You really don't have to do this." I repeated. "You two can't possibly have any desire to go here. I get enough distraction from my normal life."
"Who says we don't wanna go here?" Sam grinned and tugged on my hair.
Smiling, I shook my head.
When we went through baggage check, we showed them our badges and they let us pass with our weapons.
"I'm not having a tea party with Cinderella." Dean said.
"Why the hell not?" I demanded. "Just kidding. I have no desire to either."
Once we got in, we just sort of stood there awkwardly, unsure of what we were supposed to do. "Well," Dean finally said, "What are we waiting for? Let's go ride a roller coaster."

On the second day, I smelled something revolting as we came into Epcot Center. It was sulfur.
Completely forgetting Sam and Dean, I followed the scent until I found the source.
Kneeling beside it, I put my finger in it and brought it to my nose. It was definitely sulfur. I made a disgusted face. I looked around for more, but if there was any, it had been swept away by the unaware crowd. Great.
A demon at Disney. Even better.
And as if it could get any worse, I had lost Sam and Dean.
So therefore I was alone in a crowd of strangers with a demon on the loose. Amazing.
Strangely, the fact that there was a demon was kind of reassuring. It made the crowd less intimidating (by comparison), and, as bad as this sounds, was an omen for pain to come. It sounds bad, but it's true.
I got out my phone and called Sammy. "Where are you?" He demanded immediately.
"There's a case here after all. I found sulfur."
"Where are you?" He sounded even more worried. Oops.
"By the big ball thing."
"Wait there, don't move."
I didn't like it, but I obliged. Just a few minutes later, my phone rang. It was Dean. "Are you guys coming or what? I feel stupid standing here pretending to look at a map."
"Turn to your right, but don't come."
I turned to my right and spotted them. Sam looked pissed off, and I hoped it wasn't because I disappeared. "Okay, why?"
"See that blonde kid to your left?"
Nonchalantly, I looked to my left and saw who he was talking about. He's kind of attractive. I'm not gonna say that though. "What about him?"
"He's going to come flirt with you. Don't threaten him or hurt him in any way. Go along with it. Flirt back."
"Why would he do that?"
"Because you're hot." He said simply.
"Dude." Sam said in the background. "That's my girlfriend."
"Do not call me that. I'll rip your throat out."
"Word to the wise, Sammy, if you call her hot she'll rip your throat out."
"Let me talk to her."
"Sammy wants to talk to you."
"Lexie?"
"Hey."
"You don't have to do it."
"Why does he want me to?"
"See how long he's been here and see if he's noticed anything weird." Dean said. "The best way to get to a guy is through a h-beautiful girl."
The very prospect of being left alone with a stranger scares me unbelievably. Talking to them is ten times worse. My breaths started coming shorter and shallower and my heart raced, but I refused to let Sam and Dean see that. "You guys will be watching?"
"Trust me, we will." Sam said flatly.
"Okay." I consented.
Okay, God, time for a miracle, if You please.
"Don't touch him."
"I won't, trust me."
"I'll keep Sam out of the way." Dean assured me.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the guy came up to me. He leaned against the post of the map thing, crossing his arms and looking really fucking badass. "Hey there, Beautiful."
Hey, he's already a step above Dean.
My phone vibrated with a text. I glanced at it, seeing that Dean had said he told me so. Smiling and shaking my head, I returned it to my pocket. "Hey yourself." I said, trying to keep my voice steady, despite the pounding of my heart and my stinging eyes.
"Bit hot for a jacket, isn't it?" He asked.
"I could say the same to you."
"Touché." He smirked. "You here alone?"
Shit, am I?
No, why would I be?
Why wouldn't I, though?
What if he's a murderer and wants to know if anyone'll notice I'm gone?
"My friends are around here somewhere. Assholes." I shrugged. Sam and Dean had disappeared, which made me very extremely nervous. I know they're still watching though. "You?"
"I'm alone."
"So why'd you come? Are you a pedophile or something?"
"Bucket list. I wrote it when I was, like, six, but a bucket list's a bucket list."
I laughed. "That it is."
"I think I've found something else to add to it."
"What's that?" I asked, vaguely interested.
"You."
I resisted the urge to bash his skull in. "Is that so?" I said instead, with a little tiny smile.
"That is so. You wanna go to my room?"
Not at all. "I'm not a whore, cupcake." I said, coldness seeping into my voice accidentally. "I don't even know your name."
"Jamie." He said. "And who might you be, dear?"
"Alexis."
"Well, Alexis, do you wanna go up to my room?"
"Relentless." I said.
"You bet." He stepped closer, until he was directly in front of me. Nope. "Is that a yes?"
"I'm not one to fuck on the first date." I stepped back nonchalantly, shrugging.
"Hard to get, huh?"
"Maybe so."
"All right, then, Alexis. Let's talk." He held out his arm to me.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes. Can't I be gentlemanly?"
Laughing, I look his arm and let him lead me through the crowd.
"How long have you been here?" I asked casually as we sat down with coffee. I had grown a bit more comfortable with him, and had relaxed enough for my heart to beat regularly again, and to notice that he's British.
"Few days."
"You haven't noticed anything weird?"
"You mean besides the adults in mouse costumes?"
I laughed, trying not to make it sound forced. "I meant, like... The lights flickering, or, you know, thinking you put something somewhere and not finding it there? Or people acting strangely?"
"The guy in charge of the haunted mansion was a bit odd, now that I think about it."
"Odd how?" Like haunted mansion runner odd or possessed odd?
"Like he was looking for something. Really cool. Almost inhuman, if that makes sense."
"It-"
"Sounds crazy? I know."
"Crazy's my specialty." I smiled sympathetically. Finally, my phone vibrated. Dean. "Well" I said, "My friends are looking for me. I have to go." I stood.
"Will I be seeing you again?"
"We'll see."
He stood as well and took my hands in his, kissing my cheek. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Alexis. I hope to see you again."
"You too, Jamie. Dues benedicat."
It was almost imperceptible, but it was there. He flinched. "Pardon?"
"It means 'God bless' in Latin." Of course the only guy who flirts with me is possessed.
"Beautiful and smart." He grinned.
"Bye." I said with a smile. "Love the accent, by the way."
He laughed. "Thanks."
"Where am I supposed to meet you?" I demanded of Dean.
"Turn left." He instructed.
So I did. Funny how much trust I've put into the both of them. I ran right into Dean. Sam was right behind him, and I went to him, hiding my face in his chest for a minute. It was only long enough for him to put his arms around me, and only long enough for me to realize how weak that looked. "It's him." I said, immediately pulled away from Sam.
"What'd he say to you?" Sam demanded, as if the fact that he was a demon, was unimportant.
"Oh, nothing." I said. "But he said something about the guy who runs the haunted mansion. He may have been trying to take any attention away from himself, though. I dunno." I paused. "I think I'll go check him out."
"It's getting dark, you shouldn't go alone." Sam said.
"I'll be fine, love." And I frisked away before either of them could offer any other arguments.

Well, the haunted mansion guy checks out. He didn't flinch at the name of God and only looked displeased and irritated when I accidentally on purpose dropped some holy water on his feet. He said he'd had worse, but I didn't want to spend too much time dwelling on that revolting fact.
While I was walking back, I heard footsteps behind me when I was walking down an empty alley. I called Sam. "Hey." I said.
"Hey." He said. "Where are you?"
"Coming. Something's stuck to my shoe." I shoved my phone in my pocket without hanging up, just in time for a sweaty hand to be clapped over my mouth. "The jig is up, the news is out, we've finally found you." A British accent hissed in my ear. "The renegade who had it made, retrieved for a bounty. Never more to go astray, this will be the end today, of the wanted man."
Hey, at least he knows the song.