Third Generation {Third book in the "Born to Be a Hunter" Series}

Kansas Song

Adam cuffed me to the chair after breaking the devil's trap and started to slash cuts into my body, each earning a well-deserved scream from my lips.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" I screamed, tears streaking my cheeks.

"Oh, this isn't to hurt you. It to hurt your Daddy." Adam said, tapping the tip of the demon knife on Dean's temple.

"You see," he started, making another cut on me. "Years ago, the angels were looking for vessels for Michael and Lucifer. At the time, Lucifer was free and the prophesized battle was about to occur. Now, Sam and Dean were supposed to be the vessels. The angels said it was in their blood. Sam accepted Lucifer, but Dean here refused to say yes to Michael. The angels were getting desperate so they came to me, saying it was also in my blood and I said, 'What the hell?'. So, I was Michael's vessel. I fell into hell when Michael went after Sam. But six months later, Sam left me in the cage with Lucifer and Michael. One thing led to another, Lucifer killed Michael and escaped."

I looked at him with tears, "And I killed Lucifer. You should be happy."

"Happy about what?" he snarled, cutting me again. "Being in hell for almost a thousand hell-years? I was tortured for all that time until I became this!" His eyes turned black again. "The filthiest thing ever. I was the one who was beaten and cut and damaged when it was supposed to be Dean. Do you know how much it hurts to serve someone else's term in prison?"

I nodded, "I do. My mom and I died in an explosion and she sold my soul so that I could live 15 years on earth. But I was a demon and when the hellhounds pulled me into the hell, I was tortured for almost 400 hell-years." I cried as he slashed at me a couple more times. "So no, you're not alone, bastard. But why are you hurting me? Isn't that kind of beating around the bush? Why not go after Dean directly?"

He scoffs, "You don't get it, do you?" I shook my head. "You're Dean's only child, only daughter. If I went after him, he would believe he deserves it. But by going after you, it is a whole other spectrum of pain, a whole other pain entirely. So, killing you while using his own hands, he'll blame himself for your death."

I frantically searched my head for a plan and when it came to mind, I spoke, "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus . . ."

"Exorcising isn't gonna help you. You'll just kick both of us back to hell." He said.

I laughed, "Only you. I'm not possessing a meat suit. This is my own body, dumbass." And I continued with the exorcism.

Adam swiped the knife over both my legs, my arteries cut. The pain was so unbearable that I couldn't speak, only scream.

"Good girl, keep on screaming along with your dad. Soon, he'll have killed you himself and won't be able to scream."

"Dean, I know you're in there! You've got to be able to hear me. Please, take over!" I screamed.

Adam was having to fight Dean because he was shaking and he was clenching Dean's jaw in anger. He sliced both of my arms, cutting more veins. He made one big slice in my side, my skin barely holding in my guts in. He then put the blade to my chest and held it there.

"Dad, please." I screamed softer, my head spinning from blood loss. "Don't let him kill me!"

Dean's hand brought the knife back and that's where I realized it was Dean again. His face wasn't angry anymore, it was full of fear.

With much trouble, he brought the knife to his left bicep and drove the knife right through, the tip coming out the other side. He quickly pulled it out and this skeleton flashed and crackled under his skin. He stumbled for a second before he was fully himself again.

"Dad." I mumbled, struggling to keep my head up. "I can't heal myself."

He held his left arm to his chest and he took off his plaid shirt and tore it into strips. He tied them above the cuts on my arms and thighs, stopping the blood as much as possible. He tied the torso section around my middle to keep my entrails from falling out.

He carried me to the library and put me on one of the couches. He ran to the control room and shut off the angel proofing.

When he ran back, his undershirt stained with my blood. He hadn't fixed up his arm yet. I knew that he wouldn't get himself fixed until I was okay.

"Dean, I'm not gonna make it." I said as he knelt next to me.

He shook his head, "No. You'll be okay. I just turned off the angel proofing. Matt and Cas should be here in a few minutes." He tried to hide the fear in his voice, but I could hear it.

I smiled and grabbed his hand, shaking my head as tears streamed down my face. "Dad, tell Matt, Sam, and Mary that I love them. I can tell I won't be here in a minute."

"Don't talk like that. Just keep squeezing my hand. You've had worse." He said, shaking under my touch.

"I love you, Dad. Take care of my baby girl." I said, a tear dropping from Dean's eye.

He kissed my hand and closed his eyes, then after a few agonizing moments he said, "I love you too. I'm sorry I wasn't there for the first fifteen years, I'm sorry I wasn't there to get you out of hell, and I'm sorry I didn't see Adam coming."

Then I smiled and said, "It's okay." Then my eyes closed and I settled into a good sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the bunker movie room doorway, Sam and Dean in their recliners, Jo on the floor with Mary in her lap, Bobby in his own recliner next to Uncle Zach, and Matt on the loveseat with Kat sitting on the floor leaning against the bottom of the loveseat. I was holding a couple bowls of popcorn.

"Jack, hurry up with that popcorn already. The movie's about to start." Dean said staring at the screen.

I sat down next to Matt and passed the popcorn out. Matt wrapped his arm over my shoulder. Just as some movie started.

I smiled. This was my heaven.

And everyone was there.

I couldn't help but cry that Dean and Sam had outlived me. But at least I knew that Matt and Mary were safe.

"Carry on my wayward son," the projector sang slowly in a soft, lullaby-like version.

"There'll be peace when you are done,

Lay your weary head to rest,

Don't you cry no more."

And finally, I smiled.