The Devil You Know - SPN

Chapter Nineteen

The One In Which There's Way Too Much Dialogue

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The flames cast an eerie yellow glow on the white plastic I'd wrapped the bones in, their strange hypnotizing dance casting shadows on its surface. I watched, entranced by them as I sorted through the case in my head to make sure I'd tied up all my loose ends.

It was a simple salt-and-burn case, a vengeful spirit haunting a family. I hadn't bothered to figure out why, other than she'd been killed in their house as a child, it was easy to identify her and even easier to find where she'd been buried. Now I stood, watching the plastic slowly turning from white to black as her body burnt beneath.

My mind drifted from the hunt to the brothers, I hadn't seen them in a while having set off to do a case that then led onto this one. I knew they were okay, I'd have been summoned to them if something was wrong but I still had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn't seem to shake off.

My eyes drifted back to the body when I saw a glimmer under the slowing charring plastic, I walked closer and in my hazy-minded state, I reached my bare hand into the flames and wrapped my hand around the metal. The burning silver scolded my palm and the hypnotizing flames licked my arm as I drew away from the fire, hissing in pain.

I slowly unfolded my fingers from the center of my palm to reveal a small silver disk, I furrowed my eyebrows and lifted the metal closer to my eyes. Upon closer inspection I realized it was a locket, missing its chain but a locket none-the-less. I dug my fingernails into the seam of the pendant and pulled with all my might, biting my lip as my nails bent unnaturally.

The locket popped open eventually, and my jaw dropped, "Mother fuc—"

I was cut short when the ground fell out from beneath my bare feet, the soil being replaced with the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse. I pulled my gaze away from the locket and up to the boys who were crumpled against the ground, two burly men standing over them.

Dean lay on the concrete, his arm twisted underneath him at an odd angle. His hard expression when he spotted me across the room but I quickly shifted my gaze to Sam who was slumped against the back wall, his eyes rolled back into his head and blood gushing from his forearm.

My instincts took over, I shoved the locket into my pocket and flicked my wrist, exposing my claws as I broke into a sprint behind the men. I slashed the first's throat in seconds, wrapping my hand around his neck and sinking my fingers into him.

The second was given warning, however, and turned to me a sick grin on his face. I was in no mood for games and unnecessary monologue so as he began talking I launched myself at him, like a cat leaping at it's prey.

He faltered for a second, shocked, and dropped his hands from in front of his face in the fighting stance he'd been in. I grasped the opportunity and dug my nails into his throat, glaring at him as his eyes rolled backward and the colour drained from his face.

I pulled my claws out and wiped my bloody palms on my ragged jeans, walking over to Sam who hadn't moved since I'd arrived. I placed two fingers to his neck and felt relief flood me as I felt his pulse, weak but there. I brushed his long hair off of his sweaty forehead and reluctantly pulled myself away from his frail form to Dean.

I kneeled beside him and wrapped my fingers around his wrist, drawing it closer to me so I could see the long gash better.

"Ouch, a little bedside manner wouldn't hurt," Dean grumbled, wincing as I twisted his arm from left to the right to properly inspect his injuries.