Dancing in the Rain ~ A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 8 ~ Sulphor

The smell of rotten eggs stirs me from my sleep and as I roll over I realise with a jolt that Dean isn't beside me: the way he is every morning when I wake.

"Dean?" I murmur as I wipe the sleep from my eyes. I put my hands by my side but before I can open my eyes, rough hands circle my wrists and rip me from beneath the covers. I only wear underwear and one of Dean's black t-shirts. The cold air hits me like a slap and I instantly lose any warmth I had. I kick out, struggling against whoever's holding me. My foot connects with something hard and I hear a groan. I get a brief glimpse of the source, black hair, pale skin before the butt of a gun comes towards me and everything goes as black as his eyes.

I wake with a throbbing head to realise I'm tied tightly to one of the motel chairs. The ropes dig into the skin around my wrists, turning them red and angry. As my head clears I look across the room to see Dean and Sam tied side-by-side to two other chairs. Their heads hang and their eyes are closed.

"Don't worry. They're alive, for now." A distinctly female voice says from behind me. The person it belongs to slowly walks around me so I can see her, short with dark brown hair and full red lips. Red t-shirt, black leather jacket, dark skinny jeans and a pair of red patent heals. Obviously not the brawn of the operation.

"What do you want?" I nearly growl.

"Oh I think you know." She leans in close, putting her hands on the arms of my chair and blinks. In the millisecond it took for her eyes to close and open they turned from a soft hazel colour to a black that swallows even the whites of her eyes.

Demon.

She blinks again as she backs up and her eyes turn back to human eyes. "We just want to know a bit about you." She purrs, as if the words taste delicious as they leave her mouth.

"If your here, then you already know who I am." I spit.

"Well we heard a rumour," She says as she walks over to Sam and Dean, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder. "That Dean here had gone a bit feminine. Looking at you, I guess it was right."

"In a sense." I add bitterly.

"So how did you get here?"

"I don't know."

"Let me try that again. How. Did. You." She moves at lightning speed, pulling a silver double edged dagger out of her jacket. "Get here?!" She yells the last words as she slices deeply down Dean's arm. He wakes, yelling in pain as a steady stream of blood flows down his arm, staining the grey carpet crimson.

"Dean!" I yell. "No! Stop it!"

The demon wipes the blade on her arm as she turns to me.

"Then tell me how you got here." She says calmly.

"I... I don't know. But please don't hurt him again." I whisper.

"Then maybe I'll hurt you." She says taking a step towards me.

"Stay away from her." Dean says, struggling against his bindings, pain evident in his face.

She chuckles bitterly. "Isn't it sweet when your boyfriend tries to protect you?" The shock must be clear on my face because she laughs again. "Come on, I may not have been the one to pluck you from your beds but I'm not stupid. You're wearing his t-shirt for one thing. There's three of you and only two beds," She makes a show of counting us and then the beds. "So unless you or Dean thought incest was a good idea, it's obvious that you two have been sleeping together." She stops in front of me, placing her rough hands on my bare legs and leans in close, so her face is only an inch or two from mine.

"So," She whispers so only I can hear. "What's it like screwing yourself? Do you have the same moves? Do you argue about who's on top?" She laughs dryly at her in joke. Her breath feels warm on my face and smells sulphurous.

Now or never.

Gathering all the saliva I can, I spit directly in her eye. She recoils slowly, her eyes closed and her hands curling into fists. She wipes her face with her sleeve. When she opens her eyes to look at me, they are their demon black again.

Her anger is clear as she backhands me across the jaw with so much force that I taste blood.

"You know what. I can probably find out everything you know from Sam and Dean over there. Might take some time but I can be very persuasive." She says lifting the blade until the light reflects off of it. "But as for you." She comes forward and taking the collar of my t-shirt in her hand uses her dagger to slice half-way down the fabric.

Placing the blade on my skin she slowly and excruciatingly draws an 'X' over my heart. Deans shouting behind her but I can't hear him past the pain. I can feel the blood running down my chest as she smiles at me.

"I wonder what happens to where you're from if you die here. Let's find out."

She lifts the dagger above her, aiming for the 'X'. She gives me one last smile before bringing the blade down, smooth and fast towards my heart.