The Family Business

Chapter Five

Brooklyn closed the black door and adjusted the seat. She pushed the seat all the way back. The car was already warm enough, so she didn't need to adjust temperatures. She laid her 5 foot 7 figure down into the seat and shut her eyes.

There was silence, peace. She felt calm and relaxed. But then the feeling faded. She was confused. She thought she was alone, but for some reason it did not feel that way. She opened her eyes. Bear was still asleep in the back.

"Well." came a sudden voice.

She jumped. A man was in the seat next to her. It was a face too familiar. The Trickster. Her eyes grew huge. She flung herself to the door. She tried to open it, but it was locked. The lock was jammed. There was no escape.

"Shit." she whispered.

He sighed and stretched out his arm around her. "Don't leave darling. We've just started."

"Let go of me!" she struggled out of his grasp, but he was too strong. It was probably do to the fact that he was demon with unnatural strength. He smiled and leaned towards her.

"You---" she was still struggling, "son of a bitch. Let go of me!" She screamed.

"Now, now sweetie. Don't scream. It won't do you any good, unless you want to blow your vocal chords out." he smirked.

"Bear!" she tried.

"Bear's asleep. You can't wake him. This is kind of like...." he grinned, "a realistic dream for the both of us."

She gave up struggling, but tried to lean as far away from him as she could. "Dream, my ass. More like a nightmare from hell."

He tilted his head, thinking, "I guess you can call it that."

"What do you want?" she spat.

"Wow!" he looked astonished, "So fast. You're like Dean that way."

"Shut the hell up." She looked away.

He grabbed her chin and pulled it back towards him. "You're disgusting." she followed.

He looked her up and down, grinning mischievously. She wished she had the knife with her. She was completely helpless. "I've got something to talk to you about."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

He sighed, "I thought you would be more sweet. I guess I stand corrected."

"I guess you do." she spat back.

He looked deeply into her eyes for a good long moment.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"I like it."

"Like what?"

"The potential. The anger. The power. But most importantly... the hope."

She became lost in confusion. "Wh-- What are you saying?" she mumbled in an almost inaudible tone.

He smiled. "Congratulations darling."

"Please, let me go." she begged.

"Sorry, I want to hold on to you for as long as I can. You're gorgeous."

"You MONSTER!" She yelled in disgust.

There was a long moment of quietness.

"Well, as I was saying, Congratulations. Satan has big plans for you."

"What do you mean?"

"You're special, Brooklyn Winchester. I'm afraid I don't have much time to explain, but your life will change drastically in the near future. The angels want you too."

"I don't understand."

"Well to put it lightly.... You're part demon and part angel. One of your brothers are an angel, the other is a demon (kind of). And you, dear? You're both. Pretty soon you're gonna have demons and angels on your tail. So watch out. You might also want to, uh, pick a side. The final decision will need to be made when the time comes."

She drew in her breath. "You're lying. Demons lie all the time. How do I know you're not lying!"

"You don't. But you can just wait and see for yourself. Hell, you should be thanking me. At least I'm giving you a heads up."

"You're nothing but a jerk. You think I would thank you after what you had done to my brothers? Hell no."

He smiled, leaning closer to her. He whispered into her ear, "I needed to use them. But more than that? I wanted to see this beautiful beast."

She gave him one large punch to the jaw after that. He pulled back then sat back up, smiling.

"Feisty. I like that too."

"Shut up. Leave. Now."

He didn't budge.

"I'm not leaving."

There was some more silence.

"But I will if you do something. For me."

"Never!" she spat out in extreme hatred.

"Just one thing, then I'll get off your hide."

"Please. Just go." she begged. She felt offended. Expendable.

"Nope. Not until I get what I want."

"What do you want?" she was almost in tears. She wanted him to leave before she cried.

He leaned up against her. "You." he whispered.

She felt as though she was going to throw up. "No."

"Ok, well then what about a kiss? Just one?"

She could've gagged right there, but she held back. "Fine, but you must go after that." Anger seeped through her skin.

She turned around. He was smiling. 

He leaned in.