Demon Deals

Chapter Two - Bobby's Opinion

When I finally cracked my eyes open, it was very, very dark. My hands were tied tightly behind my back, to the point it hurt. I could feel the rope chafing, rubbing my wrists bloody. My legs were bound just as tightly at the knees and ankles, but luckily my pants protected my skin. A surprisingly soft piece of fabric was tied into a gag, and another piece made into a blindfold.

I was bounced around quite a bit, and I came to the conclusion that the Winchesters had locked me in the trunk of their Impala. I tried to 'vanish', but they must have had a Devil's Trap somewhere, because I was going absolutely nowhere.

So I just lied there, waiting for them to reach Bobby's house. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew there was sunlight filtering through my blindfold. I flexed my fingers behind my back, wanting desperately to tear the blindfold off.

"Alright, demon, you struggle and I'll slit your throat. Try anything and I'll kill you slowly." Dean's voice told me. I nodded obediently.

Surprisingly gently, someone grabbed me around the waist and hefted me onto their shoulder.

"Wow, she's like a feather. She weighs nothing at all." Sam's voice muttered. So he was the one carrying me. I was grateful for the care, seeing as how my shoulder was still in a great deal of pain from being shot.

"I'm not surprised. Missy wasn't all that heavy either. You could lift her up even thought you were several years younger when we were kids." Dean answered.

I heard Dean open the door, and then close it behind us.

"Bobby?" Sam called.

The boys trudged to some room and tossed me into yet another Devil's Trap. I was getting awfully tired of this crap.

"Bobby?"

"Sam? What is it?"

"We....found a mystery..." Sam hesitantly answered.

Bobby entered the room and saw me curled up on the floor. I could hear his gasp.

"What the hell do you idjits think you're doing?!" He demanded, ripping my gag and blindfold off.

"What do you mean, Bobby? She's a demon...and a weird one too." Dean said.

"You idjits.....this is Michelle. She's a friend, demon or not." Bobby explained.

"Bobby are you insane?" Sam gaped.

"Quite frankly, he is not. You know, it's handy to have a crossroads demon around." I cut in.

"You shut the hell up!" Dean hissed at me. "And Bobby, do you know who she is? Who she was?"

"Of course. Michelle Visandre. She used to be at human, but she died at eighteen. Now she's Queen of the Crossroads. Do you know her?" Bobby said while cutting my bindings. He frowned at the blood covering my wrists and hands.

"They do." I said before either brother could deny it. "We went to school together, from pre-school to until I was killed. I actually died on the night before Dean and I graduated from high school. So he dropped out."

"Balls."

•••

So I was still in the stupid Devil's Trap. Sam, Dean, and Bobby had pulled up chairs around the circle, having a heated debate.

"Bobby, she's a demon!"

"Shush up, idjit. I've known Michelle since she became a demon. She's no harm, she helps actually."

Dean scoffed in disbelief.

"You know," I spoke up, "It's quite entertaining watching the two of you argue back and forth like you are, but I'm bleeding out, and if I don't get medical help, I'll die here on your floor."

"Good riddance." Dean muttered.

"Okay, before I die, I'll call the cops and frame you for murder, Winchester. Sam is safe cause he's not being a whiny bitch like you."

"Why you - "

"Alright, both of you calm down. Michelle, you know where the first-aid kit is." Bobby said, using his shoe to scratch away part of the Devil's Trap.

I stumbled to my feet, clutching my shoulder and grimacing at the pain in my wrists. I blinked my eyes trying to counteract the light-headedness and swayed on my feet. I yelped as I began to fall, but I was suddenly swept up in someone's arms. A very tall someone.

"Sam...?" Dean asked hesitantly.

Sam ignored him.

"Bobby, where's the first-aid kit?"

"Upstairs, last bedroom on the right. It's under the bed. It's one specifically made for her." Bobby explained.

Sam nodded and took off up the stairs with me in his arms, bridal style. I was slightly out of it. But not so much that I missed the concerned glances sent my way.

"It's nice to see you again, Sammy." I muttered, letting my head drop back.

"Nice to see you, too, Miss-Miss."

Sam gently laid me on top of the bed - I cringed because the bedsheets were white and blood tends to stain - then he dug the first-aid kit out.

"You haven't called me Miss-Miss since we were kids..." I trailed off.

Sam rifled through the kit until he found what he needed.

"The last time I saw you, I was fifteen. I was still a kid. You were eighteen." Sam commented. Then he turned red. "I, uh, I need you t-to - "

Wordlessly, I tugged my shirt off, wincing when it stuck to my skin with blood. That left me in a tank-top, but it showed more skin than I had ever revealed to the boys before.

Sam blushed more.

"Ah, uh, okay, now I..."

"Get the alcohol, Samuel. It's not like you've never seen a woman's shoulders and collar-bones before." I said slowly.

Sam wordlessly grabbed the bottle of isopropyl alcohol(rubbing alcohol) and poured some of it in the bullet hole located in the soft spot just below my shoulder. I clenched my teeth and drew my lips back into a snarl. I could feel my eyes flickering between human and demon, drawing a curious glance from Sam.

"Your eyes. Why do they do that?" He asked, probably attempting to draw my attention away from the pain.

"Do what?" I asked through my teeth.

"They look like galaxies. They aren't black or red like other demons. I've never seen anything like it before."

"Angels have control over certain elements, or so it's said. I can only guess some demons are like that too. And I've always enjoyed the stars, so I'm not complaining." I guessed, hissing and twitching as Sam pulled the bullet out of my shoulder.

"Angels? Angels aren't real. Right?" Sam questioned.

"Hell if I know. I've damn sure never met one."

Sam wrapped a bandage around me and I slowly sat up.

"You shouldn't be moving yet." A voice came from the doorway.

"Pray tell, Dean, why do you care all of a sudden?"

He sighed heavily, stepping into the room and approaching my bed.

"Despite all my protests, it seems you're the real deal, Missy. So I guess we're stuck with you. I hope you're prepared cause I've got almost 10 years of pent-up teasing ready for you." Dean grinned like a little kid.

I huffed playfully and flopped back down on my back.

"I hope you know I'm kicking your asses for shooting me."