Let Them In

Chapter One

Dean slowly walked up the steps to the upper level of the house. Every step creaked loudly in the silent house. The only thing heard was Dean's breath and the low grunting coming from somewhere up the stairs. Dean had a tight grip on the gun in his hand and was ready to shoot at any moment. Sam didn't exactly tell Dean what this thing was so he had both salt rounds and silver bullets.

As Dean approach the door that the sound was coming from he could see it was slightly opened. As Dean peered in all he could see was a boy. It could possibly be a Demon but then he heard the boy speak. His voice was soft but rough at the same time. His throat trembled from holding back tears and a pleading tone could be heard.

"Please just go." The boy whispered. "You ruin everything. Why did you have to be apart of me?"

Dean pushed the door open slightly more to try and get a look at the boy's face but he was sat in a corner. He was shaking and scratching at his neck. His back was turned to Dean.

"What do you mean?" The boy questioned. There was no one else in the room that he could possibly be talking to. Dean was sure it was a Demon at this point. "He's right behind me?"

Dean finally was brought out of his thoughts by those few words. He watched as the boy whipped his body around. The shaking had stopped and the boy was staring dead at him. There was something in his face that made him look so innocent and helpless. Dean could see light red scratches across his cheeks and down his neck. His eyes were red and puffy and his lips were swollen from being bitten down on. Dean saw that his eyes were normal there was no sign of a demon.

"Who are you?" The boy's voice was small but still held anger in it.

"Look my name's Agent Floyd," Dean held up his fake FBI badge. "I got a call to check out the house. I didn't mean any harm." Dean turned around and started to leave but stopped when he heard a voice behind him. It wasn't the boy's but another. It was so low that it sent chills down Dean's spine.

"You're lying." The voice spoke.

Dean turned around and was taken aback. It was the same face but a completely different person. It had a red hat on and his eyes were red. It reminded Dean of Crowley. There was black covering his hands and neck. His face had a hard look to it like he wanted to kill Dean.

"Dean Winchester, finally." The thing spoke. Dean hated his voice. "I was worried some other hunter would take me out before we finally would have the chance to meet."

"Who are you, you creepy son of a bitch?" Dean yelled.

"The name's Blurryface." He held out his hand. Dean didn't shake it but glared at him. "I like you. I could have some fun with this."

"What do you want?" Dean asked.

"I don't want anything, but you" Blurry circled Dean and eyed him up and down. "I hear you're trying to defeat Lucifer."

"Yeah so?" Dean was debating shooting this thing in the head. He was really getting on his nerves.

"You need a lot of energy to stop him and I can get you all the energy you need." Blurry was now face to face with Dean.

He noticed the small details in boy's face. He had a thin nose and a long face. Little pieces of brown hair were poking out from the front of the hat.

"Give me on good reason why I should trust you." Dean watched as Blurry smiled and came closer.

"Because you're desperate." He whispered. Dean felt goosebumps run up across his skin.

Dean cocked his gun and placed it against Blurry's forehead. Blurry his bottom lip between his teeth. He took a deep breath.

"Go ahead shoot me." Blurry motioned for Dean to pull the trigger. "You'll lose your one chance at finally defeating the Devil and you'll kill poor little Tyler as well."

Dean pulled the gun away. His kill list was already long enough he didn't need to add another. Especially not some kid. If what Blurry is saying is true then they need all the help they can get.

"What will it be, handsome?" Blurry was so close to Dean. It made him uncomfortable.

"Fine. The first thing you try I'm not hesitating to shoot you." Dean held up his gun for emphasis.

"Perfect." Blurry smirked.

The body collapsed to the floor. The boy gasped for air and had tears streaming down his face. He sat up and stared at Dean. Dean didn't know what to do. He's never seen a demon do that. Demons leave in a cloud of smoke not into thin air.

"Dean, right?" The boy's voice was small and terrified. "If I do this you have to promise me something."

Dean watched as the boy stood up. He was eye level with Dean. He placed his hands on the older man's shoulders.

"If he does anything, you have to kill him." The boy then walked passed Dean and down the hall to pack whatever clothes he could find. Dean stood in silence comprehending what this kid was making him promise.