Devils Crossroad (Supernatural Fan Fic)

Chapter Three.

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"A banshee?!" Dean yelled over the ear splitting scream.

"This is bad, Marie did you get our book?" I asked crawling over to her.

She gave me a nod as she set her gun down on the dirt. Her one hand was covering an ear, while the other searched for the book in her coat pocket.

"Wait?! How do you two know what it is?" Sam yelled, moving closer to us.

"We've dealt with one before, and it wasn't pretty" Marie said looking up at Sam. He gave a silent nod before she started to flip through our demon book frantically.

"Well that's great, how do you kill it then?" Dean yelled once again, but half way through the banshees scream abruptly stopped.

"Well, normally you can't kill a banshee. It's just a death omen, to Irish families. But this isn't a normal banshee" Marie pushed the book to me as she said that.

"Oh that's just great" Dean muttered. "Then why are we here?"

"She said you couldn't kill a normal banshee. This isn't normal Dean." my voice trailed off slowly. Trying to put it in layman's turns for him, since he doesn't seem to catch on to things that quickly. It's amazing he is still alive after all these years.

"How do you know it's not normal?" Dean asked, his anger growing with us.

"Dean isn't it obvious? We all heard the banshee, usually just the family hears it before someone dies. And clearly we all aren't family." Sam shook his head, as he slowly stood up brushing the dirt from his pants.

"Very good Sam, at least one of the Winchesters is capable of thinking" I snickered, trying to push Deans buttons.

"Funny" he snapped, rolling his perfect green eyes. Perfect? What am I thinking he's an ass. Us Colts don't like asses!

"Would the two of you stop it" Marie shoved my shoulder getting my attention. "I'd prefer if we find somewhere to stay before we storm the enemy lines."

I heaved a sigh as I looked at both Sam and Dean. I could tell Dean wanted to go right after the thing. But Sam had this face as if he wasn't going to even listen to what anyone said.

"Ok, let's go" I watched as Dean stood up and violently shoved his gun back into the trunk of his car.

Standing up, I wiped the dust and gravel off of my knees before following Deans lead and getting into the car. Sliding into the seat, the cool leather made me shiver.

"Cold?" He asked, looking at me.

"No, but thanks for asking" I gave a small smile, before looking away from his  eyes.

My eyes stared out the window, all the time I felt his burning into the back of my head. That stopped when Sam drove by our car. Dean quickly followed his lead and put the car in drive speeding off after his brother.

After a half hour of driving we finally were at some sort of motel. It was run down, some of the windows were boarded up. I'm not complaining, frankly anything that doesn't involve sleeping in the front seat of a car sounded nice at the moment.

"This is even creepier then our house" Marie muttered as we waited for Sam and Dean up come back.

"It reminds me of home..." I gave a slight chuckle. It did look like home, from the numerous building on the property, too the fact it was a rundown piece of crap.

"Is that a good thing or bad thing?" I jumped a bit being startled by Deans voice. I don't scare easily but when ever my thoughts drift I leave myself vulnerable.

"Depends on the day" I shrugged. " Did you get the keys?" I asked trying my hardest to change topics. Talking about home had to many emotional memories. Memories that the Winchesters didn't need to know about.

"Yeah" Sam said turning his head to look back at the Check in room of the motel, while he held the keys out. "But he only had one room left."

"Of course he did" I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the key out of his hand.

As I started walking towards our room, I felt the vibration from my phone. Exhaling a deep breath, I turned and gave the key back to Dean. His face pulled up in surprise by this.

"I forgot something in the car, I'll be right back" turning I jogged back to our car. Stalling just long enough for the door to our room to close and I heard nothing but the leaves from the trees rustling in the wind.

Feeling my phone still vibrating in my pocket, I quickly reached for it. Pulling it out, my body shivered seeing who it was.

"What do you want?!" I spat as I finally answered.

"My, My, is that really how you answer your phone Linds?" his voice was like nails on a chalk board. Making the hairs stand up on the back of my neck.

"It's how I answer my phone when demons call" I snapped. "What do you want?"

"Oh, you know me I'm just calling to tell you something important, involving your contract" he smoothly said, as if he held all the cards. Which he doesn't, but as far as he knows he owns me for the time being.

"What, six months, both Winchesters wasn't clear enough already?" I sighed, my foot kicking the loose gravel from under my feet.

"No, my dear. I'm just suppose to tell you your deadline has been moved up. If the Winchesters aren't in my possession in three months, you will never see him again" he chuckled.

"Three months! You promised six" I started yelling, but quickly toned it down remembering Sam and Dean were no more then a few yards away.

"I'm a Demon my dear, we don't do promises. Now it's three months or your precious little Jace will never see the light of day again." his voice deepened showing off how truly evil he was. That the human he was portraying was just an act and he could rip apart everyone I loved before I could lift a finger.

"You shut up about him" I growled, anger coursing through my veins. No one would talk about Jace like that... No one.

"Now Linds, don't blame me. Who is the real reason why Jace is down here with me" you could here the smirk in his voice. "Can't you hear him screaming Linds, can't you hear him being torn apart because of your mistake"

The rage that was boiling inside me was almost at it's breaking point. My fist clenched at my side as I took a few deep breaths threw my nose. Trying to calm myself down.

"Fine thee months.... What ever you want" my back pushed against the side of the car door, and my body slowly slid down.

"That's what I thought, bye sweetie" the phone quickly went dead. The dial tone echoing in the night air.

"Fuck!" I screamed, and through my phone onto the ground, watching it crack. My head fell into hands.

I sat there watching the my tears fall from my cheeks onto the ground, only to disappear in a puff of gravel smoke. I sold myself to the devil, something that I was brought up never to do. He holds my future, the Winchesters future, and Jaces.

We are all in this predicament and it's all because I screwed up.