Lies We Tell ~ Dean Winchester

IV.

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Erin

I flinch awake, half convinced I'm still in my house, still being touched by that demon. The phantom feeling of tar running through my head, choking me is enough to make me gag. It takes a blurry second for me to realize I'm not there anymore. I'm sprawled across the backseat of the Impala, a worn leather leather jacket tucked around me. I sit up and blink in the dimming light of sunset. My head is pounding.

The car was parked outside a fastfood chain. I climbed out of the car and groaned as I stretched. My body was stiff and sore, but I didn't remember doing anything that should account for the amount of bruises I felt. It made me wonder what had happened after I blacked out.

The door swung open and the boys came out carrying bags of food. They both looked as exhausted as I felt.

"Afternoon, sleeping beauty," Dean called. "How's the head?"

I rubbed at my temples. "Pounding. Where are we?" I asked looking around.

"Near Billings," Sam replied opening his door. "We got you a burger and fries. Hope that's okay."

"Great," I glanced towards the restaurant. "I'm going to use the ladies." My head was pounding bad enough I stumbled the first step towards the door. I straightened before either of the guys felt like they needed to help me.

I was still feeling a little nauseated but managed to make it through the restaurant without any one stopping me. The bathroom is thankfully empty. I wince as I step in front of the mirror to wash my hands. I looked like hell. I splashed water on my face and redid my pony tail. My t-shirt and jeans were crumpled and looking worse for wear. I glanced down at my watch in shock. It had only been three hours since we were at the house. Five since we met in the diner. It felt like years had passed. I splashed more cold water on my face and straightened to grab a towel.

Behind me the door swung open and a woman in her fifties steps into the bathroom. Her posture is strangely rigid and I drop my wall a small amount. I can feel the background emotions of all the people in the restaurant, but nothing from her. I push, dropping the wall completely and still nothing.

Shit.

I realized too late that she was a demon. I turned just in time to see the broom handle swinging towards my head. I shouted and dropped to the ground, I felt the air move past my face as she narrowly missed me. I scrambled across the floor towards the door as the woman swung back towards me.

She let out a bellow of rage and swung the broom again. I jumped back barely ducking out of the way in time. I kicked at her knee like Jack had taught me. I connected and she hit the ground. She turned hate filled eyes towards me. I sucked in a breath as I saw her eyes were solid black. She was possessed.

Saying a silent apology to the woman who's body she took, I kicked her in the face and ran for the door. I shoved through it just in time to see two other people with black eyes charge towards me. I dug my hand in my purse and came out with the small squirt bottle Jack had given me so long ago. I popped the top and squirted the closest one in the face. She wailed and recoiled as her skin hissed and smoked. It was a relief to know they were at least normal demons.

I took off for the door back towards the car. I was two steps from the glass door when one of them grabbed me from behind. A well meaning patron tried to step in and help me but one of the other demons snapped his neck. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud.

I could see the brothers. I kicked out, even as the demon dragged me backwards. My shoe connected with the glass and it was loud enough Dean looked up from his burger.