The Young Hunter: The Hunter's Daughter Book 2 (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter 15: Meeting With a Demon

"Repeat after me," Dean says. I nod and take a deep breath. He had written it down on paper for me so that I could read the words, but I have no idea how to pronounce any of it.

Dean nods back and speaks slowly. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."

My eyes go wide at the complicated Latin and try my best. After a couple tries, Dean takes the paper away from and tells me to recite it from memory. I struggle more on this than I probably should and he eventually puts the paper back in front of me.

"When the time comes, I will make sure I am with you for that if you forget anything or mess up, I can be there to take over," he says. "But you probably won't have this paper with you unlike when Sammy and I had Dad's journal."

I nod. "Okay. Let me try one more time." He nods and I try my best, but still mess up.

"We'll come back to that," he says. He pulls out a sketchbook and a red crayon. "You need to know how to make a demon trap." He begins drawing on the paper. At first, it seemed easy enough, but the longer I watched the more complicated it seemed to get. When he was done, I was in awe at how flawless it looked.

"You must do this a lot," I say and he laughs.

"Sammy and I have had a lot a practice," he says. He flips to clean page and then hands me the crayon. He pulls a book out of his duffle bag on the ground and opens it to a very similar design from the one he had drawn. "Here it is. Now, it doesn't have to be perfect but has to resemble this as much as possible. With no openings in any of the lines, okay?"

I nod and pull the book closer to me. "I'm going to go do some investigating with Sam. We'll be back for dinner. Michael is out talking to Johnny boy's family and will probably beat us back. I don't know what Carter is up to, but Derek is doing some research."

I nod and begin drawing. After a few seconds, I look up to see my father still standing there, his eyes on me. "What?"

He shakes his head. "Nothing," he says with a small laugh. "Just sometimes I think it's crazy how much you look like your mother."

I roll my eyes. "Like you remember what she looks like."

He shrugs. "I have a fairly good memory."

I laugh. "Isn't Sam waiting for you?"

He sighs. "Yeah. He is. I'll see you tonight," he leaves the room with a small smile and I return to my drawing.

***

Sam and Dean get home late with a Castiel trailing behind them. I was able to avoid both Derek and Michael today by locking myself up in my room. By the time Dean called me for dinner, I was able to draw a trap without looking at the book. My lines still weren't perfect by any means, but I was getting better. I practiced my Latin a little bit more, but I am nowhere close to being memorized. At one point, Carter came in to help me, but she didn't know it very well and eventually gave up and worked on her school work.

After dinner, we all lounged in the living room, the evening news playing on the TV. Michael and Derek seemed to be getting along tonight, both of them adding to the meanless conversation we were having, but the tension was definitely still there.

After about an hour I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly stand up and leave the room and the apartment. I enter the crisp, cool night and take a deep breath. Despite what Carter said, I'm going to wait to talk to Michael about everything. This case is more important, anyways.

I start walking down the street, my arms crossed. I hadn't brought a coat with me and eventually the cold air started getting to me. I make it to a park about two blocks away and am about to turn around when a voice stops me.

"Who's there?" the voice says and I turn to it. It's dark out and I can't see the owner.

"Hello?" I say, walking closer to the park. I make it to the equipment and look up. I gasp when I see who it is. "Johnny?"

"Who is it?" the boy says and I quickly make my way up. "Emma? What are you doing here?"

"Hey," I say, looking into his panicked eyes. "Look at me. Are you okay?"

He shakes his head. "No. It's going to come back. It promised it would. You need to go."

"Johnny," I start to say but am pushed back when a dark smoke enters Johnny through his mouth.

"Shit," I mutter when I realize what just happened.

"Hello, Winchester," the demon says, a smirk on his face. "Very nice to finally meet you."

I stand up and push myself off the play equipment. "Wish I could say the same thing."

He glares at me. "I'm Alexander," he says. "And a little birdie told me you are a very special child. You and your friends."

I raise an eyebrow. "Would that little birdie be known by the name of Chester? Because in case you haven't heard, he's long dead. And completely wrong."

He laughs at this. "You really don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

He laughs again, this time, harder. "We'll save that for next time. Have a nice rest of your night, my dear."

I watch him vanish and I can't help but feel exhausted. I sit down on a bench and begin to cry. I want to scream. Will it ever stop? I'm tired of these bastards wanting me but never tell me a damn good reason as to why.

When I calm down enough, I eventually stand up and walk back to the apartment. When I enter, everyone is still in the same spot.

"Hey," Dean says. "You okay, kid?"

I glance at him but keep walking, not saying anything. I grab clothes from my room and jump into the shower, allowing the hot water to sting my back. After being in there for more than enough time, I quickly get out and go straight to bed.

When I fall asleep, I am plagued with memories of my mom and being tortured.