Lies We Tell ~ Dean Winchester

XVIII.

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Erin

I walked slowly, looking down each side street like I was afraid. It wasn't hard to pretend. Walking by myself down a dark street in a deserted part of town using myself as demon bait was a bad idea. My heart was thundering in my chest, almost loud enough to drown out everything else, but there was no going back now. The demon trailing behind me wasn't trying hard to remain unnoticed. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying my fear and was leaning into the game of cat and mouse.

I chose to trust Dean. He hadn't let me down yet, and based on what I knew of him I didn't think he was likely to. I forced my pace to remain measured to give Dean enough time to lay the trap. The hair on the back of my neck was up, it felt like the demon behind me was going to grab me at any minute, but I wouldn't give in and run. If I bolted, he would follow and everything would be ruined. I turned and faced the doorway to the abandoned building. I needed to give Dean as much time as possible. I began counting backwards from thirty. As soon as I reached zero I took a deep breath, and let my walls down a tiny bit. I was instantly rewarded with the overwhelming feeling of Dean on the other side. He was wary and tense but ready, every emotion I would expect if the trap was set. I exhaled, once more he hadn't let me down.

I turned the door knob and was surprised when it swung open easily. I stepped in calmly, but as soon as I was out of sight I bolted for the far side of the room. Pounding feet came behind me but too late. The demon burst through the door and pulled up like he slammed into a wall. As soon as I was clear I looked down to see a devil's trap that had been hurriedly painted on the floor. It was still wet but it held.

There was a loud crack as Dean swung an old pipe and caught the demon in the temple. The demon fell, knocked out cold.

"Grab that chair!" Dean called. He snatched up the spray paint can, shaking it. The rolling marbles echoed loudly through the empty building. He touched up the trap where my footprints had touched the paint, although none of the lines had broken. It was pure luck that had caught the demon. If I had been off a single inch I might have smudged the line and he would have had both of us.

I blew out a shaky breath and turned to drag the old metal chair over to Dean as he had asked. I could feel Dean's hard focus and detachment. In a way it was reassuring, focusing on what might have happened wasn't going to help us now. I pulled my walls back up and did the same. Now wasn't the time for emotions. We had a job to do.

Dean crossed into the circle and dragged the unconscious demon up onto the chair. He tied the demon down and once he was sure the demon was secure he pulled out his flask of holy water.
He tossed it at the demon who came to screaming in pain. Smoke filled the air around us as the demon sizzled.

"What do you want?" Dean asked.

The demon pulled against the ropes but when it couldn't get free it turned inky black eyes to me. "What do you think?" it challenged, refusing to look at Dean.

Dean scowled and I didn't have to use my power to feel the rage pouring off of him. "Does Yellow Eyes know we're here?" Dean asked sharply. His voice was low and dangerous, his hands gripped into fists. I had never seen Dean like this before. It was as if every emotion, every piece of himself were locked away. In this moment he was a Hunter and nothing else.

When the demon didn't respond and continued to stare me down Dean flexed his fingers and took a deep breath, forcing himself somehow even further under control.