Hey, Half-Pint

I'm Gonna Keep You

Touching her heel to the tip of her foot, Cassandra walked in a straight line back and forth in the building, trying to kill time until the Demon showed it. She silently hoped that it didn't strike here first, but then she couldn't help thinking about Dean. What if it attacked him? What if the woman still dies, and then Sam and Dean get hurt in the process. 'Stop worrying you idiot! They're perfectly capable of taking care of a demon on their own! And you are too!' she mentally screamed at herself.

She sighed heavily and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Waiting for me?" a woman's voice whispered next to her.

Cassandra jumped and scrambled to get her gun in her hands. As she turned around, she raised her gun to the now empty space. Her eyes darted around the area and felt a soft tap on her shoulder. Cocking her gun, she spun on her heels widely getting face to face with the Demon. Before she could get in a shot, the Demon wrapped her hand around her throat, and threw Cassandra against the opposite wall. She cried out in pain as her back hit the stone wall, and grunted heavily as her body collided with the pavement. Struggling to get up, her hand searched the nearby ground for her gun.

Looking up, she spotted it far away from where she had landed.

"I know what you're thinking," the demon said in a sultry voice, "and I wouldn't try that."

Cassandra glared angrily at the demon and started to crawl to get her gun. As her fingers just barely started to wrap around the handle of it, she cried out again feeling the Demon kick her harshly in the stomach.

"Did you think I wouldn't know you were coming?!" the Demon shouted accompanied with another kick. "Did you think this would be easy?!" she shouted again followed by another kick. "All you did was make it easier on me," she said with one last landing blow to Cassandra's stomach.

Cassandra moaned in pain, her eyes slowly welling with tears as she still tried to carry on and grab for her gun.

The Demon sighed and picked up the gun, throwing it clear across the room, "you just do not understand," she said with a shake of her head. Wrapping her slender fingers around Cassandra's neck once more, she pulled her up to view her face to face. The Demon smiled at her and let out a breathy laugh, "you know what... I think I'm going to keep you. This vessel is quite the beauty."

"You better let go of me you Demon bitch," Cassandra squawked out, trying to pry the Demons fingers off her neck.

"Oh, is that so?" she asked, a smile slowly appearing on her lips, "and what are you going to do about it?"

Cassandra licked her lips, tasting a faint copper taste on her tongue. She thought quickly and reeled her head back as far as she could go and brought it down on the Demon's head to disorient them a bit. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny bottle of holy water, flipped the lid open and squirted the water all over it's face.

The Demon howled in pain and covered its face allowing for Cassandra to sprint to her bag and pulled out a shotgun. She opened the barrels, shakily putting two salt bullets inside and shutting it closed with force before aiming it at the Demon and shooting at it once before it appeared behind her, clasping its cold hands around Cassandra's arms.

"It's a shame you keep making me hurt you," the Demon said with pain in her voice, "I'd hate to ruin this beautiful body," she said before tossing her almost like a rag doll down to the floor, landing on top of the shot gun.

Landing on the floor with a heavy bang, Cassandra writhed in pain, tears falling down her temples now, her hands trying to soothe the bleeding mark on her back.

"See, now there's gonna be a scar," the Demon said with disgust on her features.

"I got plenty of em'," Cassandra spat out and reached her hand around grabbing the shotgun once again, pointing it at the Demon.

She sighed, "go on. Shoot, but I will tell you this. It's not going to help you. You're just making me more angry with you."

Cassandra pulled on the trigger and felt a jarring in the gun barrel. Confused, she tried to pull it again and it stopped, almost like a block in back of the trigger.

The Demon smiled and went to grab for Cassandra's arm.

She rolled away, still holding onto the shotgun, falling over her feet as she tried to stand up.

"You're still trying to fight?" she asked followed by a hefty laugh, "don't bother! I'm just gonna knock you back down anyways!" she screamed and raised her hand towards Cassandra and pulled her fingers into a tight fist.

Cassandra dropped the gun and doubled over, still on her knees as blood started to pour from her mouth slowly. As she coughed, blood spattered onto the floor and dribbled down onto her chin. She looked up stood up on weak legs, the pain inside her getting stronger with every step until she collapsed in front of the Demon in front of her.

Letting her fist go, the Demon gripped both hands onto Cassandra's wrists and hauled her off to the very back of the building.