Description:
Name: Kristena Singer
Nickname: Kris or Kristy
Age: 28
Family: Bobby Singer and Ellen Harvelle (parents)
Personality: Sarcastic, resourceful, clever, happy, sometimes random, generally acts her age (not)
Eyes: greenish-blue (for now)
Hair: Light brown, a little wavy, layered short in the front and longer in the back
Height: 5 feet, 5 inches
Kristena's POV:
One month after Dean was sent to Hell
I throw some more holy water on the demon. He's stuck in a devils trap that moi made and I'm enjoying every second of it. Every since my brother, Dean, went to Hell, I've been taking out my frustrations on the unfortunate demons I come across.
"And Sam still hasn't called me back," I finish, crossing my arms.
"Just exercise me already," he says.
I stick my tongue out at him.
"Shut up! You're a demon, you've got nothing better to do," I say, slightly offended.
And here I thought we were really connecting.
"Look, this has been great, really, but I have to report back to the big boss that my mission was a success," he says.
My brows pull together.
"What mission?"
Then a pair of strong arms wrap around me. Another demon. How the hell did I not notice this?
I feel something hot near me, and I struggle. Lucky for me, I'm wearing a jacket, jeans, and boots tonight-so there isn't much skin to get with the aforementioned hot thing. Unlucky for me, my struggling makes the hems of both my shirt and jacket rise up. The thing-which I soon realize is a hot branding iron-scorches the span of fleshy skin exposed above my right hip. I scream.
My hand immediately travels to the demon knife in my belt. I twist around and shove the knife into the chest of the demon holding me. He screams out and sparks fly from the knife-but I hold it still until the man-and the demon inside him-fall dead.
The other demon, who somehow freed himself from the devil's trap, sends me a wicked grin and a two-fingered salute. Black smoke pours from the human's mouth that he inhabits. It rapidly clears the room, leaving me with a burning new injury and a head full of questions. And a dead body. I can't forget about the dead body.
Before I can grab my phone to call 911, the pain in my hip suddenly explodes with even more pain. I fall to the floor, screaming with pain so intense that I nearly black out. I've felt pain before, but not like this. Not consuming me inside and out, everywhere at once. Slowly, the pain fades away and I'm left with a feeling like a great amount of time has passed. When I look at my phone, I estimate that I was in that vortex of pain for maybe five minutes total. Unsure about what to do, I call Sam. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't pick up and I'm left with his voicemail for probably the thirtieth time in the month that Dean has been gone.
"Sam," I say to the recording, "Sam, something's happened. Some demons did something to me. I need help."
I hang up. This is no ordinary burn. I consider calling dad, but I don't want to worry him with something unimportant. Dean's death hit him as hard as any of us. I don't think he's even been out on a hunt since Dean was sent to Hell. I myself am not doing well, but I'm not about to go whining to my father.
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