Savin' Me

Chapter 10

'November 15th,

Alli got two of them. Thank God one of use can recite that Latin crap. I took the other one. We'd lost the rest, that or the thing in white had called them off. I can still hear him laughing; the things he said. He'd been watching Allison. He'd said that he'd seen us back in Penn. State. I'm a good hunter, I don't miss my mark. I shot him at least three times. Three rounds to the chest and he barely flinched. He'd said that he was impressed – siblings staying together. He wished that his family were around to see our example...'

Lisa's eyes darkened as she shut the tattered composition book. One of the things in the other duffel bag that they had brought back, they'd assumed it belonged to the man who had blown his brains out. Dean had only just gotten around to skimming the journal himself. That was why Dean had called the small-scale meeting.

"How the hell did they get away?" Dean asked coldly, placing his palms on the table. She couldn't give him an answer. The entry recounted a run in with a 'man in white' and a group of demons. There was no doubt in her mind that the 'man' was Lucifer himself. There was no name given in an entry, but there was no way it could be anyone else. The troubling part, as Dean had voiced. How had they gotten away?

She flipped back to the first pages, nothing of use in there. It just talked about the places they'd gone and the people they'd run into. The November 15th entry was the last. Not the last entries as in there were a host of blank pages left after that. It was literally the last page in the notebook. The rest had been torn out. Judging by the edges that were still attached to the binding, there was a least one more entry – but God only knew what had happened to it.

Dean reached over, snatching the journal out of Lisa's hands. "They got lucky?" She offered timidly.

"You think?" Dean bit back.

Okay, she had to admit she deserved that one. Luck was the only possible reason. Something had to be looking down on them that day. People didn't just run in with Lucifer and survive to tell the tale. In fact, only a handful of people ever did. To her knowledge most of those people were in their own camp. Lucifer had sent demons after them but why didn't he kill them himself? If the guy had shot him? A few rounds wouldn't kill the Prince of Darkness, but it would annoy him. It was Satan for crying out loud – he didn't need a reason to end lives.

"So we're thinking this belonged to suicide-guy?" Dean nodded, eyes not once leaving the page to further acknowledge Lisa. The encounter had taken place well over a year ago, given the date. Still. Running into Lucifer? Maybe that was why he killed himself. Even that didn't quite fit. Lisa didn't think the man would willingly leave his sister to fend for herself. He had the Eldest Child Complex, on numerous occasions he'd written down that while Allison was skilled, he didn't think she could survive on her own.

This was not how she had wanted to spend her her day. Trying to figure out how the devil himself thought.

Dean closed the journal and placed it back onto the old wooden table. "I want to talk to her." He demanded gruffly.

Lisa tilted her chair back, crossing her arms. The two locked glares. He was silently daring her to speak. As always, she rose to the occasion. "She has a nam-" Dean held up his hand to stop her.

"Don't give me the damn manners speech again. The chick's got a name? That's great. Doesn't mean jack to me." The Winchester snarled.

The brunette flinched. She had to bit her tongue to keep the acidic remark from flying. There wasn't' much that meant anything to Dean Winchester. Something she would point out later. She guessed that the conversation was over because Dean had already jerked the cabin door open. This really wasn't how she had wanted to spend her day. She knew exactly where he was going and she could already hear the conversation playing out in her mind.

Allison was just getting back on her feet; she already knew that most of the camp disliked her. She didn't need an interrogation. It could at least wait till she could hold her own ground against Dean. Lisa also wanted to know why the devil hadn't let them go, but she wasn't about to drag it out of her. After all Allison didn't remember the scene at the factory; Lisa had no idea If she could remember an event that had taken place at least a year ago.

From the look of it though, they were about to find out.