An Old Friend>>D.W. #Wattys2015

Chapter 13

"You know, Dean is in here with me."

"With you? What are you?" I asked, terror coursing through me.

In response, the thing closed Dean's eyes. When they opened, they were completely black. I gasped. It's eyes cleared back to Dean's piercing green irises.

"Like I said, I'm a demon, honey." The demon said in a simpering voice.

"Get out of him!" I spat.

"You really want me to? He's screaming at me to leave him right now. Should I? ...I think I will." The demon said teasingly. Dean's mouth opened wide and he screamed as a long trail of black smoke flew from his mouth and into mine.

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Dean's POV:
I woke up in an old building, tied to a pole. It was wet, cold and dark. I looked up to see Bekah smiling evily at me.

"Well hi there Sleeping Beauty. Finally woke up." She said sarcastically.

I knew that the demon that was in me was now in her. And I had to get it out of her. I felt rage coursing through me as I felt the ground behind me for something I could use to cut myself free. But I couldn't find anything, so I slowly rubbed the rope against the pole, hoping that the pole had a sharp imperfection. I engaged the demon in conversation as I worked on getting free,

"Why are you here?"

"Because hospitals are great places to find vessels. Plenty of people who wont be needing their bodies for much longer are everywhere. It was just a bonus that I found you here." She replied.

"I get why you would want me as a vessel. But why Bekah?" I kept firing questions, hoping to distract the demon from my hands.

"When I was in you, you were thinking about her and I knew it would hurt you to see me in her."

I kept getting angrier and angrier. I moved my hands as fast as I could without her noticing. I felt the rope beginning to fray. Encouraged, I worked harder and faster.

I gently tugged on the rope and it ripped in half. I prayed that it was quiet enough to where the demon didn't hear it. But I had no such luck. Confusion flashed across it's face and then anger as she realized what the noise was. I jumped up as she ran at me. I could see the fury in the demon's eyes but behind that, I could see the determined eyes of Bekah. I could tell that she was trying to fight for control.

But then she lunged towards me and threw a punch. It connected with my jaw and searing pain shot through it. There was no way I was going to fight back so I tried to shield myself from her punches with my hands.

"What's the matter Dean? Why don't you hit me back? Oh.. that's right, it'll hurt your precious Bekah and you think I'll be leaving her soon, don't you?" She asked, her bottom lip curling in mock sympathy.

I didn't respond, just kept trying to dodge her punches but she landed a few more. I felt blood gushing from a cut above my eyebrow and from my nose.

"Bekah!" I shouted. She hit me again.

"Bekah! You have to fight the demon!" I yelled.

"Aww, how sweet. You think she can overpower me." The demon laughed coldly. Her laugh rang through the warehouse.

"Yeah I do. She's strong, one of the strongest people I've ever known. You can do it Bekah. I believe in you." I replied.

I saw her face change from a smirk to a soft, innocent gaze. I gasped.

"Bekah?"

"Dean I-" she started.

"Wow. I'm impressed. She actually did it. But she wasn't strong enough to hang on for long." The demon said, taking over again.

Just then, Sam busted into the warehouse, gun pointed at Bekah.

"Woah, Sam. Put the gun down. Bekah's still in there." I warned, holding my hand up.

Sam slowly lowered the gun, not taking his eyes off of Bekah.

I turned fully around to face h and mouthed,

"Excorcism."

Sam gave a miniscule nod and I turned back to face Bekah.

"Time to leave her." I said smugly.

Sam pulled out his phone and opened the recording of the excorcism.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas-" the recording played.

The demon closed it's eyes and rolled it's neck. Then let out a forced laugh.

"Can't have this. Can we?" It said.

For a second, I was confused. Then fear pumped through me as I realized what it was going to make her do.

Bekah reached towards the back pocket of her jeans. She wrapped her hand around something. Pulling a long, silver knife out, she positioned it over her stomach and looked up at me smugly.

"Say goodbye to Bekah, Dean." Said the demon.

For a second, I saw terror in her bright blue eyes and she teared up. Then she plunged the knife deep into her stomach.