Marked (Supernatural) [Rogue Trilogy] {2}

25. Good Cop, Bad Cop (aka Good Angel, Bad Demon)

25. Good Cop, Bad Cop (aka Good Angel, Bad Demon)

I splash cold water on my face, feeling it cool me slightly. I close my eyes but quickly open them back up. Since my episode at the witch's house, flashes have been coming back more and more. But none of them have included Alex Franco and how we made our daring escape out of Hell. I haven't seen anything either about how we were ambushed and how I got knocked unconscious.

Every time I look in the mirror, I see the old me. I see the blonde hair that belonged to my mom, the brown eyes that had always belonged to my dad. The round, kind face that deceived most. I wished for her to come back, but since Sam gave me a Hunter's Funeral, my original body is ash and dust. Here I am, stuck in a body in which I'm the only host.

My hands shake as they grasp the sink. I opted out of the latest case with Sam and Dean, mainly because of what's been going on in my mind. That, and with what my heart and mind has been telling me to do lately. No, not kill my brothers. My mind has been thinking dark thoughts, whispering for me to embrace the darkness.

But I know what I'm doing. I'm using my demonic powers for good. If anyone can do it, a Winchester most certainly can. But lately, it seems like I'm losing ground in that battle. Like my hit to the head has altered my personality more than my becoming a demon has.

I try to picture my meat-suit with blonde hair. I make a face of disgust. Probably not a good option for it. The dark hair compliments the pale complexion.

I straighten out as I feel a presence coming down the hall.

"And what do I owe this pleasure, Cas?" I ask nonchalantly.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"Sixth sense." I turn to him. "If you're looking for my brothers, they're on a case. It's just me here."

"I noticed." Cas's brows furrow. "Why is that?"

"I needed a breather."

"Are you not able to handle yourself, Josette?"

I grimace slightly. "I'm in control. I'm fine."

"You know, you Winchesters have a bad habit of saying you're fine when you're not."

"Cas, I'm all right. I haven't committed a massacre, I've been using my powers for good." I pause for about a second. "What's up?"

"I've been doing some digging for Cain."

"You're trying to find him."

"I've had no such luck."

"You wanted to ask my brothers for help?"

"Actually, I was hoping to ask you for yours."

I purse my lips. "This isn't a trap, is it? A trick to get me cured?"

"No, not at all. You said you're using your powers for good, this will help that."

"All right. I'll bite. You have any potential leads?"

"I've been trying to hunt demons down to interrogate them. I've gotten to a few, but they know nothing."

I nod slowly. "Where've you been looking?"

"Illinois."

"You need someone for your Good Cop, Bad Cop act?"

Cas chuckles. "I need an extra set of eyes with me."