The Devil You Know - SPN

Chapter Five

The One With The Annoying Angel Who Spoils All Carmen's Fun

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Sam walked lazily into the room I'd decided to sit in and eyed the papers in my hands.

"You sure you can do this one alone?" he asked, nodding at me.

"Sam, I've hunted far worse things than this," I replied, looked at him exasperated.

He nodded, falling into the musty armchair across the room, "I know, I'm just not used to letting people hunt alone."

I shook my head, "Sam, you don't let me do anything."

He nodded again, dropping his gaze to the floor as I stood and grabbed my bag.

"Stay safe," he called as I opened the door, I laughed softly.

What a dork.

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I'd forgotten how lonely it was to hunt alone, for weeks I'd been hunting with the brothers and had gotten used to their constant bickering and Dean's terrible music. The old Beatles album I played on repeat sounded dull and the car felt empty and I couldn't stop myself from wishing I'd brought them with me.

The town was tiny, built entirely along one road with only a motel, a church and a handle full of houses. I parked on the street in front of the motel, thankfully it was also a cafe, and admired the small town. It was strange to think that in a town as small as this one they hadn't noticed three missing people until they'd found the bodies.

The hunt was simple, three bodies found with hearts torn out in a town with a population so small it made Lawrence look like a metropolis, obviously werewolves and in this tiny town I'd be able to track them within a day.

My motel room was one of the three in the motel and happened to be the only one with a radio. I pressed the button to turn it on and Zeppelin began to play, albeit it was hard to hear over the static. I quickly turned it off, shaking my head but I couldn't stop the smile that crept onto my face.

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My hand was dripping with blood, the drops echoing in the room. I looked around at the three werewolves' bodies that lay on the floor, blood pooling around them. A heard a snarl behind me as the door swung open. I turned quickly the end of my braid hitting my face as I did so.

The fourth werewolf stared at his fallen comrades for a second until his eyes met mine. His jaw set in determination and he took off toward me.

He grabbed my arm but I spun and pinned him to the floor, pulling a blade out of the waistband pf my jeans in one swift movement. I was straddling his chest with his arms pinned under my knees, I swung the blade above my head and brought it down hard, closing my eyes.

I opened them and felt him squirming under me, "That's right motherfu—"

I stopped when I noticed my surroundings had changed, I was not in the old house anymore rather a big warehouse, I was crouched beside Sam my knife had fallen out of my hands clattering on the floor. Dean was on the other side of me, on the floor clutching his side, the left side of his face illuminated by a strange yellow glow.

I looked toward the light source and saw another man standing in a ring of fire, an amused smile on his lips as he watched me.

"Carmen," he began, "looks like you found the boys after all."

I stood up, wiping my bloody hands on my jeans, "Gabriel."

Dean looked between us, shock evident on his face, "you know this guy?" he asked, incredulous.

"We've met." I replied coldly, staring at Gabriel.

Dean nodded, "whatever, we're out of here."

Gabriel's eyes widened, "you're just gonna leave me here? Forever?" trying to sound aggressive but the panic in his voice gave him away.

Dean didn't answer instead began walking toward the door gesturing for us to follow.

"Carmen?" Gabriel called, my heart stopped. I knew exactly what he was going to do.

I sighed heavily, "Don't," I warned flipping the switch to turn the fire sprinklers on. He smiled at me, evilly.

"C'mon Carmen, you can't lie to these boys forever. The truth's gonna get out one day." My heart sped up, praying that the brothers didn't hear, I glared at him and ushered the boys out quickly, slamming the door behind us.

Cass eyed me warily, I hadn't even noticed him in there. Dean didn't say anything instead he walked to the car and sat down staring at us impatiently. Sam followed, and I pushed past Cass to copy.

Once safely inside the Impala and far away from Gabriel, Dean spoke up.

"Keep what from us?" he asked gruffly, his tone laced with anger.

I closed my eyes slowly, trying to think of something believable.

"Nothing," I replied, coming up short for an excuse.

Dean huffed, "No, look, you're hunting with us, we don't keep things from each other."

I shook my head, "Not now," I begged, finally opening my eyes to see Dean staring at me in the rearview mirror. I saw his eyes soften when I met them.

He sighed, but nodded, turning the music back up. I smiled, no matter how terrible his taste in music was I'd missed it. Kansas blasting through the stereo felt like home and God knows I'd missed this old Impala.