I woke up at around four in the morning, remembering that I had no control over my body. I could hear the demons thoughts, almost as if it was talking to me.
I wonder what your little boyfriend is going to think when you turn on him?
You wouldn't. I won't let you.
You have no control. So you're just going to have to sit back and watch.
I knew that was true, but tried my best to think optimistically. I fell back asleep after a couple minutes of silence. My mind dreamt I was with Sam, away from being hunters, we were happy and worry-free, until everything turned black. I was ripped from Sam's arms by myself, only the other me had completely black eyes. She stood in front of me, smirking.
"It's bad enought you took my body, but my dreams too? Why me?"
"Because you are the key to the Winchesters. You're the only person important to them left that I can take. Once I take you from them, they won't have anything else to live for."
"Well there's a flaw to your plan, I'm only important to one of them, and he still has Dean to help him through it if you kill me. I'm not scared to die, if it means keeping him safe." She chuckled at my false confidence, knowing I couldn't leave Sam.
"I can see right through you. After all, I am in your mind." She gripped tightly around my neck, choking me.
"Sweet dreams, you little bitch." She dropped her hold of me, a black hole appearing beneath me. I fell through, but just before my body could hit the ground, my eyes jolted open. In my head my mind was trapped in a room, only able to see and hear what was happening to my body from a large screen and a pair of speakers on a the wall. I scratched at the door of the room, yelling at Sam and Dean to get the demon out of me, even though they couldn't hear me. My body turned towards Sam, his smiling face appearing on the screen.
"Good morning," He said, gently gliding a hand on my jawline.
"Good morning," My voice said back. Tears clouded my vision, watching the demon pretend nothing was wrong with this situation. Sam didn't notice anything was wrong, still smiling at what he thought was me talking to him. I couldn't bear to watch this happen. I turned my body from the screen, tears rolling down my cheeks, my hands covering my ears. The screen moved to the wall I was facing. I turned again, only to find the screen turned again. I closed my eyes, but the picture intruded there too. There was no escaping it, I had to watch the demon hurt the men I cared about more than anything.
"I thought we would go to the beach today since the werewolf is dead."
"That would be great. I just have to take a quick shower and get dressed."
"Okay that's fine. I'll go get us some breakfast." He got out of the bed after placing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I headed towards the bathroom, with my bag in my hands. I turned the water on and stood in front of the mirror looking at myself.
How about we make a little surprise for your boyfriend? Wouldn't he love to find his brother and angel friend dead when he gets back? And the person that killed them both was his girlfriend. She smirked in the mirror. More tears ran down my cheeks, me being unable to control them.
After the shower I pulled out my red with white polka-dot bathing suit. It was two piece in a sixties style. My hair was pulled up into a ponytail, my brown hair drying into curls. I walked out of the bathroom, finding Dean and Cas watching tv on the couch. Dean turned his head to get a glimpse at what I was wearing and smirked when he noticed it was a bikini.
"Nice outfit Rosie." I laughed at his comment. I put my clothes into my bag, exchanging them for my knife, and turned back to Dean and Cas. Neither of them were looking at me, both distracted by whatever show they were watching on the tv. In my head I watched myself creep towards them holding up the knife. Dean looked at me then back at the tv, doing a double take when he noticed what I was doing.
"Rosie, put the knife down," He said, jumping up from the couch and turning towards me with his hands out in front of him for defense. Cas turned around, looking at me with wide eyes, and did the same. My eyes flashed black, letting them know I was a demon.
"That explains why I thought I smelled sulfur."
"Why yes, Dean, it does." I was in front of him now, his facial expression strong, but his eyes full of despair. Just as I was about to stab Dean, I was grabbed from behind, the knife knocked out of my hands. My mind cheered for Cas, knowing it was him. Sadly, the only way to get the demon out of me without hurting my body was an exorcism, and that would be hard to explain to Sam. I was interrupted from my thoughts by the sight of Dean in front of me mumbling words in latin. Cas kept his grip on my arms tight, making sure I couldn't hurt either of them or myself. In the middle of all the chaos nobody noticed Sam entered the room. H dropped what he had in his hands and walked towards us, pulling Cas off of me.
"What are you doing?" He looked towards Dean, holding me in his arms protectively.
"She's a demon. She tried to kill me." Sam looked at me, examining my eyes, trying to see if I was what Dean said. He found no proof.
"I know you have a small crush on her too, but you don't have to lie about what she is to try to break us up." He glared at Dean, a smirk forming on my face.
Looks like I turned them against each other. This is working better than I thought.
