Demon Blood: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 4: A Family Spat

Mallory spent the evening cleaning up her house and putting it back in order. Although the windows were still broken, (“My parents are going to kill me!” Mallory had exclaimed.) she had stayed up late re-fastening the basement doors, sweeping up assorted trashed and broken objects, and reorganizing her stash of weapons in the closet. After reassuring Dean multiple times that she was going to be fine, an exasperated Mallory turned in at 2:00 in the morning.

The next morning, back in Sam and Dean’s motel room, the four of them were seated around the small table; Sam with his laptop and the rest with varying sizes of books, all researching the great destructive demon. The demon from earlier had been exorcized and the man left inside his car.

“Hold on, what was his name again?” Dean looked up from his book; the smallest of the ones they found at the local library.

“Onith.” Sam and Reyna replied simultaneously.

“Then I’ve got something here. Legend says that Onith was cast down from the demon family; apparently he used to be the nicest of the demons. The time he was shunned has done something to him, so now his quest is to destroy everything. Like everything. And the thing is, apparently he won’t stop at earth. This dude doesn’t need to breathe or anything like that, so he would just continue in space, turning everything into a wasteland. Holy cow, this thing seems powerful. I can see how he is a top priority right now.”

“Hoo-ee.” Mallory exhaled through her teeth. “How do we stop him?”

“Doesn’t say.” Dean scrounged through the information in his book. “Wait… oh. Dammit!”

“What?”

“It says… there will be no way to stop him once he has risen. And I’m guessing that’s pretty close, right?”

There was no answer, as Sam had put his head in his hands; Mallory was staring back off into space with a horrified look on her face; and Reyna had stood up abruptly, tipping her chair over.

“What are we going to do?” Sam asked, his voice hoarse. Mallory snapped out of her trance and was at his side in a second, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t sound so distraught, this is an old text. There has to be some way to stop him now.”

“Look,” interjected Dean, “This seems pretty accurate, so I think that everything in this is accurate. Sorry Sam, but I think that he can’t be stopped. I guess we gotta go have fun!”

“Dean!” scolded Mallory. “We have to keep working!”

“He’s joking,” Sam told her. “Right, Dean?”

“Hey! I just want to have a good time before I die!”

“Dude, we have work to do!”

“If we’re going to die, what’s the point?” Dean’s voice started to rise.

“There is,” Reyna interrupted loudly, “One way to stop him.” Three pairs of eyes swiveled toward her.

“What?” Dean was the first to ask.

“Sam’s psycho-powers.” she answered simply. Mallory opened her mouth with a questioning look on her face, but Sam interrupted.

“Psychic.” he reminded her. “How do you know about it?”

“You’re quite popular down under.” she replied. Dean pushed in front of Sam, facing Reyna.

“No! There has to be another way! I am not letting my brother do his psychic-thingy on one of the most powerful demons on Earth! Er, Hell.”