Beyond This Illusion {1} [Supernatural]

Double Vision

Part I

Fill My Eyes With That Double Vision

-Foreigner

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The rough knife bit into his neck. Dean stiffened at the feel of it and didn't dare to turn to look at the chick with oaky hair and caramel eyes that held a hint of something other.

(He studiously ignored the fact that it reminded him of the sliver of feral wildness that he had seen in monsters over the years. He did not want to think about the idea that the girls they met under the guises of Agent Holmes and Lestrade were actually behind the Seal that was supposed to be broken somewhere in town.)

Dean silently cursed his luck; of course their most promising lead as to what Seal the demons could possibly be after in a tiny town in the middle of bumfuck-nowhere Iowa ended up being a stab-happy teen. It really shouldn't surprise him that the Winchester Luck would hold out even after a feather duster haul his shiny new ass back into this plane of existence. Why would it?

They had come to visit the blind young woman and her little sister, as they seemed to be in the nexus of the activity. They had both acted off, a little paranoid to just be your average Joe. So, in the cover of night, they snuck back to get a better look at the house for signs of all things demonic. Instead, he ended up at the wrong side of a steak knife.

"Hey there, little hunter," she cackled.

Note to self: Kick Sammy's ass when we get out of here. Stupid younger brothers who always win at Rock-Paper-Scissors.

"Hey, hey, hey. Woah. Look you crazy bitch, I just got out of the hot box. I'm not sold on going back. "

Shit. It wasn't supposed to go down like this. The plan had been to get in, exorcise whatever the hell had taken up residence in the older Linden sibling and get out. Sammy was eighty-six point twenty-nine percent sure that one of the demons orchestrating this fiasco picked her for a meat suit. Dean speculated that the blindness was probably punishment for some kind of rebellion early on. Hey, he might not be his geek brother, but that didn't mean that he couldn't figure out things on his own.

They didn't have time to deal with this amidst Lilith and the sudden appearance of angels on Earth after a couple thousand years. Turns out, they didn't do their homework. The Lindens weren't monsters or demons or just plain neurotic, they were hunters. Or. Used to be until Morgan Linden went blind a while ago from some kind of freak accident.

"DEAN?!" Damn it Sammy! The knife on Dean's throat tightened. Sammy burst into the trashed living room, guns drawn and ready for action. The knife pricked Dean's neck and drew a drop of blood. Dean was kinda dependent on the stuff, so he would have very much like to tell the bitch to remove the friggin' knife. But, that would just get them into more trouble.

(Another question: Why the hell didn't she just slam his up against a wall like the rest of the Demonic ExtrasTM?

Dean was going to go with Demon Lords for five hundred, Alex.)

"And little Sammy, glad you could join us!" the psycho-bitch crowed, blood-chilling smile tugging at her lips. Yup. They definitely got the wrong sister.

There were uneven footsteps from the floor above, which shuffled clumsily down the stairs. The blind chick walked into the room. Her tangled hair fell over her face, obscuring her features from view. It was so blond, it was silvery. Morgan Linden, only child of Paul and Margaret Linden. High school grad, orphaned at eleven with an uncle named Zeke Christian, quirky and adopted younger sister, no other surviving relatives. The records said that she was only twenty-one.