Not the same

Chapter 8

"Okay Crowley listen. We have a girl up there that claims she made a deal with you. So you're going to answer Sam and Dean's questions with no problems okay?" I circled his chair for a bit. I looked up at Sam and Dean. "I'm going to go question the girl some more." As I started up the stairs Stiles followed after me. "Stiles go sit with Scott." He shook his head. "Scott left with Derek and your uncles scare me." I sighed. "Okay but I don't think you're going to like it." We walked into the room where Able was sitting. "Able?" Stiles asked. "Stiles please you have to help me. These people are crazy. They've tied me up and now they're probably going to kill me." She screamed with tears in her eyes. Stiles looked at me terrified. "Don't listen to her Stiles." There is no freaking way this girl is capable of that kind of acting. Just from talking to her I know that. I walked up to her and whispered, "Christo."Her eyes went fully black. "Shit. Stiles get out now." I said pushing him out the door. I closed it behind me. I pulled one of my knives out of my boot and slit my hand with it. I started using my blood to draw on the ground. "What are you doing?!" I didn't even look up when I said, "drawing a demon trap."

"With your blood?!" I nodded. "Do you see anything else to use?" He didn't answer. "I didn't think so." Sam came running up the stairs. "What the hell is going on?" He looked down at the floor where I was finishing up. "Do I smell sulfur?" I stood up and looked at him. "You need to get started on sealing the house, a demon just took our girl."

I had gone downstairs to help Sam. It took about 30 minuets to do the whole house. We had just finished when there was a scream. "Stiles." I whispered as I took off running. I threw open the door to Able's room to see her untied and holding Stiles up by the throat. I charged her and tackled her to the ground. "Stiles go!" He took off running to the door. Me right behind him. When we got out I pulled my demon blade out of my other boot. Able came running out of the room strait into the demon trap. She looked down then back up at me. "Dean!" Dean came up the stairs bible in hand chanting in latin. We had to try to keep this girl alive. Dean finished his chant and a cloud of black smoke erupted out from Able. She fell in a heap to the floor unconscious. I made my way downstairs to check on Stiles. He was sitting out on the patio by himself. I opened the door and pulled him into a hug. "You freaking idiot. You need to be more careful you could've died."