Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

10.3

"What do you want," Dean was breathing heavily. "Crowley doesn't need the prophet anymore, he handed his half of the god rock to us."

She clicked her tongue three times. "There's a new leader I'm trying to impress."

"Abaddon?" Sam breathed, looking like he felt guilty about something.

But the demon shook her head, a wide smirk on her face. "Alec." She enunciated his name slowly, tauntingly.

Horror gripped me in a silent panic. It pulsed through my veins and I felt the thudding even in my head—but it never made it to my face. I never allowed myself to show fear and I wasn't going to now. But god I wanted to turn around and run.

There was nothing, not ever, that could compare to the power I had. And if there was—a few minutes and I could be just as powerful. But that demon child Alec was the same as me, he matched me in everyday and he was out to get me. And that idea terrified me.

Growing up, I wasn't the strong girl. Not physically, not emotionally. I was the baby of the family. I grew up with Rachel and Ian who were both older than me by five years, and a group of hunters who all protected me like I was a china doll. My dad taught me to fight and he taught me to fight well, but the idea of me going on a hunt with him was preposterous. And I never argued.

That's until my life changed. All those hunters that used to protect me saw me in a new light and did what their instincts told them to—attack. And somehow I survived, and I survived good. For a girl who got thrown in a world of monsters and demons and hunters who wanted to kill her—I did good. But in order to do that I had to change. I protected myself from everyone and everything and just until two days ago I was doing a bang up job. Until I met them.

The three guys in there and the stubborn angel. The ones that believe that they ought to save the world and the beyond. The ones that believed that I ought to save the world and the beyond.

And for some reason I just couldn't. I couldn't let them down, I couldn't turn my back on them. I had an opportunity to run and save my ass. But I didn't take it.

Running wasn't my style anyway.

"From what I hear, he's a lot more powerful than Crowley and Abaddon combined." She shrugged. "Of course, I didn't see him for myself. Not yet, anyway. Some say he just went topside last night. But I plan on making a great first impression. With your help. Well, your corpse's help."

First thing's first: I needed to make sure that the demon had no way of getting out.

I didn't usually hunt to save people's lives. That was the ultimate goal, of course. Kill things before they killed us. But when I hunted, I usually killed things in their nests, away from the civi's. Rarely did I ever have to work under the pressure of having people's lives depend on me to finish the hunt.

To be completely honest, so far I wasn't doing so well.

To my frustration, my hands were shaking violently as I tried to find a way to break into Dean's car. "C'mon, damnit."

Sam's window was open slightly but that's all I needed to get in and unlock the trunk. I kept stealing nervous glances towards the diner—my heart leaped into my throat when I realized she was torturing Kevin.

I grabbed what I needed from Dean's trunk—which was so marvelously jam packed with supply it brought a smile to my face—and put it in a plastic bag. There was a dumpster and an AC on the left side of the building and I figured that would be my best shot.

I caught a glimpse of Naive Cook Man's body as I gave myself a head start and ran to jump on top of the dumpster. Strength was what I needed and iron strength was what I had to quickly maneuver myself on top of the tiny AC that stuck out of the building. From there I reached on my very toes to get to the edge of the roof and pulled myself upward—holding the bag of spray paint by my teeth—and onto the roof.

There was no time to take a breath. I quickly grabbed a can of bright red paint and began running in a large circle.

Now that the demon was secured in the building, it was time to get rid of the daevas. I had two options: either destroy the altar and break the hold the demon had over the daevas or shun them away with bright light. So far I had no way of getting into the building and there was a big chance that the daevas would attack the host once they were free.

Light it was.

"C'mon grandma," I begged the impala as I drove right at the foot of the glass door of the diner. Everyone inside turned to me in confusion. "Let the girls do some ass kicking for a change." I flicked on the headlights as high as they would go, my eyes strictly on the demon. Her facial expression began to crumble as suddenly—nothing was torturing Kevin anymore. The invisible force that was holding Sam to the ground and Dean against the wall was gone too.

I rushed out of the car and yanked open the diner doors, a wide disbelieving grin plastered on my face.

"I did not think that would work!" I exclaimed with a surprised laugh. Dean gave me a sarcastic nod and smile as he pulled himself off the ground.

The demon quickly turned hostile as she backed away from the four of us cautiously.

"Stay back," she snarled, snapping her head to the left and right, trying to look at the four of us at the same time.

"I drew a pentagram on the roof," I informed Sam and Dean without taking my eyes off of her. "There's no way she could get out of here."

Sam took out his knife, circling the demon. Her eyes zeroed in on it like it was one of her darkest nightmares come to life. Like this was the monster she used to huddle around the camp fire with her friends as a young demon and whisper about. The Winchesters and their knife that can kill demons.

And now her face was frozen in a horrified mask as she realized her stupid, stupid mistake. She walked right into the arms of Sam Winchester and his knife. How could she be so dumb? Did she really think she was going to get out of this alive?

Sam advanced towards her, but the demon did the only thing she can do. She tried to possess a body he would never hurt.

She left the woman and began shooting towards Kevin, but couldn't because I remember seeing the pentagram tattoo on his forearm. Then she tried Dean, but was stopped in the same way. Then she tried entering even Sam but found no avail.

"Looks like you're trapped, bitch," Dean shouted at the smoke.

Then she did something absolutely ridiculous: she flew towards me.

At first I scoffed. I was Heaven's Child, right? There was no way I could get possessed by a pissant demon. But then the smoke never hit an invisible wall like it did with Sam, Dean and Kevin. It just continued towards me until I felt a foul, bitter taste in my mouth and suddenly I was beginning to suffocate. Like a hundred needles pricking my skin everywhere, like my lungs were filled wth dirt, like my head was unattached to my limbs, I became possessed.

"What."

"What?"

"Oh no."