The Devil You Know - SPN

Chapter Fourteen

The One In Which Michael is an Ass
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"I swear to god," I exclaimed, screwing up my face in pain and glaring at the needle in my hand.

I'd been attempting to sew up a hole in my jeans for at least twenty minutes and all I'd done was make more holes in myself. Groaning I threw the god forsaken needle onto the carpet, knowing full well that I'd regret that decision when I stepped on it later.

I rolled off of the bed, landing on all fours like a cat when I realised that under my hands wasn't the mouldy carpet from the motel room but rather wooden panelling. I straightened and took in my surroundings, I was in an old and unfamiliar, unkempt house.

My mouth fell open when I saw Dean, and then Sam and then Mary Winchester. Dean's expression mirrored mine, his eyes flicking between Sam, Mary and I.

"You must be Mary," I began stiffly, extending my hand toward her, "I'm Carmen. I've heard great things."

Mary stared at me in confusion, the creases between her eyebrows deepening when she saw Dean's expression, "Who are you?"

"I think that in this situation a better question to ask would be; what are you?" I responded, trying my hardest to seem nonchalant about the circumstances, for Mary's sake, "The answer to that would be friendly," I added, wiggling my hand which was still extended.

She hesitantly gripped it, shaking it briefly before pulling away as if she'd touched something rotten. I curled my lip in offence but quickly masked it with a bright, forced smile.

Sam recovered first, shaking his head to clear his thoughts, "This doesn't change anything, you've got to leave John."

I straightened, taken aback, opening my mouth to snap at him but stopping when I noticed Dean's expression. His furrowed eyebrows, worry lines and sad eyes, he'd always had sad eyes.

"You don't understand. I can't." Mary began, tears laced in her voice, "I'm pregnant."

Both boys stopped for a moment, rocking backwards, eyes wide. I wasn't surprised, I could feel Dean through our tie and I could tell that there were two of him, I figured they knew as well.

I went to take a step toward her but a familiar voice called from another room, "Hey, we got a problem,"

I straightened, shell shocked as a young John Winchester walked into the room, seemingly unfazed by my presence. I took a step toward him, my breath hitching in my throat. I hadn't seen him since our last hunt with Bill, he'd been the closest thing I'd had to a father.

"Those blood things, the sigils— they're gone," he explained, his eyes skimming over the room but hesitating when he reached me. Probably because I was staring at him with tears in my eyes.

"Gone as in..." Sam questioned, recovering from the shock of Mary's admission.

"I drew one on the back of the door. I turned away and when I looked back it was a smudge," he answered, gesturing with his hand at the door he presumably drew a sigil on, an angel banishing sigil probably.

Dean started walking toward the door that John had gestured at, I followed behind him. As I got nearer to John he turned to me, "Were you here before?"

I opened my mouth to reply when a sudden bout of dizziness washed over me, like a tidal wave knocking me to the ground. I fell onto my knees, my hands flying to my head as blinding pain struck me like a bullet between my eyes.

Dean's arms were around me in a second, I could hear him shouting something but it sounded distant, like I was underwater. I felt the ground drop out from underneath me as if I were moving again, being summoned some place else, but I could still hear Dean shouting and feel his arms wrapped around me.