The 3rd Winchester

9. Stairs

I tried as best I could to ease the door shut without making a sound. Inside the house was strange. Strange as in completely empty. Now, I don't know too much about the modern society but I'm pretty sure people don't keep their houses empty.
I followed the dirty footprints until I arrived at the back door. I opened it and looked outside. No one apart from more green grass and some strange wire device thing with colourful objects on it. I frowned and went back inside.
I decided stairs would be the best option. It's ok, I thought, stairs aren't that hard. I went slowly and quietly to the top step.
Suddenly someone flew out of nowhere and hit me, causing the person and I to tumble back down the stairs with a lot of grunting and cries of pain. We both landed in a heap of limbs and bruises at the bottom. The person was really heavy and was squashing my ribs.
"Get off me," I wheezed.
"I thought I told you to stay in the car," Dean groaned.
"I didn't think you were going to push me down the stairs!" I snapped back as I tried to pull myself up. Dean threw out his hand, I grabbed it and let him pull me up. When I was up he handed me a shotgun.
"Do you know how to use this?" He demanded. I thought about it. In my dreams I had used it plenty off times.
"I think so," I murmured. I was going to say something else but he was already halfway back up the stairs. I checked to see if the gun was loaded. As soon as I saw that it was I ran after Dean. I heard crashing and laughter. I held the gun up at the ready. I shut my eyes firmly and fired blindly.
"Woah!" Someone shouted in panic. I opened my eyes back up to see Sam.
"Sorry," I winced. I wanted to call him Sammy but thought better of it. I knew he still didn't trust me.
"It's fine, just don't shoot with your eyes closed next time," he said.
As much as I wanted Sam to be the understanding one, he was still as aggressive as Dean when it came to threats.
I took a step back from him as he pushed passed to catch up with his brother. I quickly followed behind.
"Um," I whispered, "what exactly is going on?"
"It was a trap," Sam snapped, "I can't believe we didn't see it coming."
"What are we dealing with, Sammy?" I asked.
"Demons," he told me.
"'Demons' plural?" I replied. There was a crash and Dean flew back down the stairs.
"You son of a bitch!" He cried.
Two demons were at the top of the stairs, both dressed in suburban white folk.
"Hello, sammy sue," the wife giggled.
"We know someone who wants to meet you," The husband finished.
Sam glared at them both, "you can go ahead and tell satan I'm not interested."
"Who is this?" Another voice called. We all jumped to see a teenage girl, with pitch black eyes.
Her hand was in my hair, the other one was gripping tightly to a rather large kitchen knife.
"I'm so glad you asked," I told her, "because I really wanted to give out my identity to some demon bitch."
"So feisty," she smiled, "most certainly are a Winchester."
"Well," I searched for words, "I... Most certainly am going to pretend I don't know what you're talking about."
The demon was standing in front of me now, quickly standing behind me once more when she heard Dean cock his shotgun.
"Woah there, big boy," she held the knife to my throat, "this little 'girl-who-was-never-meant-to-be' is gonna get me a big juicy bonus, I'd hate to have to slit her throat, and lose out on that."
Dean glared at the demon, hatred brewing behind his eyes.
"Guns. Holy water. Down!" The demon demanded. The other two had finished their descent down the stairs, they were standing by my brothers side. I suddenly felt very enraged.
"Don't you touch them!" I spat.
"Naw look how cute that is," the wife smirked, "she cwares."
I made eye contact with Dean, he looked up at me with sad eyes. I was confused by his emotions.
"Look, take me," I told them, "just leave my brothers here."
"Oh sweetie," the girl demon stroked my hair, "we are gonna take you, we just don't know what to do with your bros."
"I will come with you," I pleaded, "I won't struggle, just leave them here."
"Clare, no," Sam begged, "you don't know what you're doing."
I looked away from him, "take me. Now."
The demons looked at each other, "seems fair."
A few moments later and my brothers were locked in the downstairs bathroom. And I was being trafficked by demons. That could've gone better.