Supernatural: Reclaimed

Chapter 9

"Please time is of the essence. Which one of you is John Winchester," the man asked them. The man had brown eyes and was about Faith's height.

"Uh neither of us," Sam answered the man.

"That's impossible, what did...what did I do wrong," the man said to himself.

"Who the hell are you, mister," Dean asked.

"Not now, I'm thinking," the man replied. Dean grabbed the man by his shirt and slammed his against the wall.

"Please, I can assure you there is no need for violence. One of you must know John Winchester," the man said.

"I'll tell you what, when one of us falls out of your closet then you can ask the questions," Faith snapped.

"Yes, my apologies, is it absolutely essential that you keep your hands on me sir," the man asked Dean. Dean sighed and let go of the man. "Thank you, gentlemen, in the absence of any and all possible explanations; I'm afraid this has been a misunderstanding. I'll be on my way," the man said.

"That's not happening," Sam said.

"There are things of grave importance. I don't have time to deal with the likes of you," the man said.

"Yeah, you're not going anywhere, 007, till we get some answers," Dean said, pulling out his gun. The man sighed and sat down in the chair across the room. Sam pulled out some holy water and splashed him with it. Nothing happened.

"And there with the holy water," the man said.

"He's clean," Sam said.

"I could've told you that," Faith said.

"Or I could've," the man said.

"Yeah, well, you can start by telling us everything before I beat it out of you," Dean said.

"I'm quite certain this is all beyond your understanding, my alpha-male-monkey friend. And violence will not help you comprehend this any easier," the man said.

Dean pulled his gun out again and pointed it at the man's head, "Let me tell you what I understand! Some asshat pops out of my closet asking about my dad, so why am I getting violent again?"

"John Winchester is your father," the man asked. Suddenly, the closet door began to rumble again. The man got up and looked frightened, "No, that's impossible. Run!" Suddenly, the door burst open and a woman popped out of it. She was wearing a blue dress covered in blood. She had red hair and blue eyes.

"Henry, silly man you forgot to lock the door. Then again, spells were never your best subject, were they? Why don't you be a doll and give me what I want and I promise to kill you and your friends quickly?" The woman said.

"You know I can't do that," Henry responded.

"You're not a fighter, Henry," the woman said.

"Josie, I know you're still in there. You must fight this," Henry said.

"I'm afraid Josie's indisposed, pet. It looks like it's just you and me," the woman said. Suddenly, the woman was sent flying back into the wall. Faith walked forward with her hand in the air.

"Go! I'll catch up," she yelled to them. Sam, Dean, and Henry ran out of the motel room and drove away in the Impala.

Faith walked towards the woman and laughed, "Abaddon, your name is all over your hellfire."

"So, you're a Fairy," Abaddon responded, "it's good to see you Clarissa."

Faith ignored Abaddon's words and let her down, punching her repeatedly. But, Abaddon was strong, stronger than an ordinary demon. She caught Faith's arms and kicked her in the chest. Faith flew back into the wall. Faith's body went through the wall and into the other room. Abaddon walked over to the other room and found no one.