Demon Blood: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 7: They Bring out the Best in us

Mallory hugged her sweater closer as she stepped off the deck and onto the soft, cool grass. The moonlight devoid the world of color and the air was chilly, and Mallory was starting to wish that she had grabbed a warmer set of pyjamas. It had been about seven minutes since she had sent that text, and the person she was supposed to meet hadn’t showed up yet.

A dark smudge appeared to jump over the back fence, and Mallory sighed and started walking tentatively toward it.

“So? What’s so important that you had to talk in the backyard in the middle of the night?” it asked, while Mallory asked, “Why are you so late?” at the same time.

They stopped and stared at each other in the darkness.

Mallory cleared her throat loudly and slightly awkwardly. “My question first. Why are you so late?”

“I was in the middle of a crowd of people halfway across the city! You can’t possibly expect me to just poof away in the midst of a bunch of people! Also, I didn’t hear my phone.” It retorted, giving Mallory a bitchface that rivaled Sam’s, although Mallory had yet to see his. “My question next: What’s so important that you called me here in the middle of the night to talk about?”

Mallory sighed. “Reyna, I don’t trust them.”

Reyna turned and walked toward the brick wall at the back of the garden, sitting on it with no apparent discomfort. Mallory sat beside her and flinched as the cold seeped through her pyjama bottoms and chilled her legs. ”How do you do this? It’s freezing.”

“Uh, hello? You’re talking to a demon?” Reyna flicked her black eyes to make a point and gave Mallory another tuned-up bitchface.

“Yeah. Right. Anyway, I don’t trust them. I mean, yeah, I let them sleep in my house, but I don’t trust them as far as I can throw them. And I feel like that’s not very far.” Mallory shifted her legs and looked toward the window, which showed no light.

“The sasquatch is nice enough,” Reyna said absently, swinging her legs to around, scratching her jeans on the brick. “But hothead boy is a bit temperate. Your guys’ personalities butt like bulls. I see how you don’t trust him.” She adjusted her jacket, playing with the buttons until finally glancing at Mallory. “Then what do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know. Nothing, I guess. Just wanted to get this off my chest.” She jammed her thumbs into her sternum, shuffling closer to Reyna to lean on her shoulder. Laughing, Reyna pushed her over.

Mallory replaced herself on the brick, dusting herself off with a small giggle. “Now I’m never going to fall asleep. Thanks a lot.”

“Don’t mention it.” Reyna murmured, permitting Mallory to shuffle closer again. “You should go to bed. I think tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

Dean awoke to the sun streaming through the window and a wonderful smell wafting up from down the stairs. He paused to enjoy the simple feeling of no urgency, then sat up and ran his hand through his hair. Kicking the blanket off his legs, he stood and stretched, clomping down the stairs where Mallory sat at the island, reading the newspaper.

“Good, you’re up. I was just about to come wake you. Do you think you could go wake your brother? The toast is almost ready.” He nodded and made his way back up the stairs to Sam’s room, lifting his hand to knock on the door and thinking better of it, turning the doorknob and stepping inside.

Soft snoring came from inside the mess of covers. Dean slowly crept to the side of the bed Sam was on and reached under Sam’s pillow, finding the pistol Sam carried with him everywhere. He cocked it and pointed it at his brother, then nudged Sam with his foot.