Demon Blood: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 2: Been There, Done That.

Now it wasn’t a full-on high-pitched scream-like-a-terrified-movie-star scream, but it was loud, painful, and gut-wrenching. And in Sam’s perspective, anyone who made his brother yell like that was not going to live much longer. He sat up, his head swimming, and peeked around the entryway corner to see the demon toying with Dean, making gashes all over his body with his fingers. Seeing this filled Sam with fury, and he hauled himself up to his feet.

“Well, look at that! Just in time to see his brother die!” the demon, sensing that Sam was awake, flicked his hand behind him without turning around. Nothing happened.

The demon released his hold on Dean slightly so he could turn around. He flicked his hand again, but Sam did not move.

“What the…?” it tried again, but still, nothing happened.

Sam narrowed his eyes, the look of anger growing every second. He ran at the demon and fly-tackled it onto one of the beds, where a devil’s trap was hidden under the mattress. Dean slid down the wall and onto the floor, which already had spots that were wet and sticky with blood.

Satisfied that the demon was powerless, Sam rushed to his brother to inspect the damage.

There was lots of damage.

“Towels. Now.” Even in his weakened state, Dean still had his big-brother commando. Sam grabbed all the towels from the bathroom and ran back to Dean, giving one to him and pressing the other two on his shoulder and stomach.

“You gonna be okay?” Sam inspected the gashes. “These look deep. Do you want me to stitch you up?”

“Sure,” Dean said weakly. He got to his feet but was immediately pushed down by Sam.

“You’re not going anywhere until everything’s stitched up. You’re losing a lot of blood.”

Dean grumbled and sat down again.

“So, I guess it’s not a possible demon attack. It is a demon attack.”

Sam nodded and threaded the needle. “I’m thinking that we should go back to that girl’s house. She might have some more information.”

Dean hissed, biting down on his tongue as Sam patched up the gashes.

“All right, you’re good to go. Just don’t put any strain on them for a while.”  Dean snorted.

“Somehow I seriously doubt that happening.”

“Hey, who knows? Maybe today will be totally different than usual.” Sam stood to wash his hands. “Have hope.”

The demon cleared his throat. Sam and Dean looked at him. “Are you just going to leave me here?”

Sam glanced at Dean. “We could.”

“Ah, why not. Let’s go see the girl again.” They looked at the demon.

“Ciao.” Dean stood up and walked towards the door. The demon hissed at them.

For the second time that day, Sam and Dean rang the doorbell of 172 Kelterson Street. And for the second time that day, the door was answered by Mallory Evans.

“You again,” she observed. “What do you want?”

“We’d like to ask a few more questions.” Mallory’s smile quirked a little bit.

“Sure thing. Come in.” she led them into the living room and nestled herself on one of the plush chairs. Sam and Dean both sat stiffly on the couch, contemplating where to start.