The Orphan // A Supernatural Fan-Fic

Chapter 18

The rumble of the engine was soothing as the car rolled down the streets. Everything was quiet. Peaceful almost, until a radio broke the silence.

"This is a missing persons report. Shane Parker, 15, female, was reported missing this morning. All units be advised, the child has been deemed mentally unstable and dangerous to herslef and others."

"Shit," Dean slammed his hand against the steering wheel.

"They're looking for me?"

"Damn right. Lauren probably set this up so the police could track you down for her. Damn it," Dean grumbled.

"We don't have a lot of time now. We're going to have to do this tonight to make sure the cops don't catch up to us before we can take care of this thing," Sam added.

"Looks like we're doing it tonight, then.Ok, Shanie?"

"Ok," Shane calmly stated. On the outside she looked calm and peaceful. But on the inside, she was terrified. She knew that this was dangerous. And for some reason, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

The trio pulled up to the decrepid building and parked the impala. The building was as ugly and broken down as ever. Dean opened his door and walked to the trunk of the car. Sam turned to look at Shane, sitting in the back seat. 

"You want to help us set up," Sam asked.

"Yeah. Sure," Shane looked through the back window at the open trunk.

"Are you nervous?"

Shane nodded.

"Hey," he put his hand on her shoulder, "You're going to be ok. Alright? We're not going to let that thing hurt you. It'll be ok."

Shane smiled. 

"Got the stuff," Dean nodded to the bad he had slung over his shoulder when he approached the open driver door.

Sam and Shane got out of the car and followed Dean into the house. 

"Alright, Sam get started on the Devil's Traps. Shane, you help me spread the salt."

Dean tossed Shane a large bag of salt and grabbed one for himself.

"What? No guns?" Shane asked eying Dean.

"We can't shoot her. She's still human. It'd kill her after the demon's left her." Sam said as he walked toward the basement. 

"Spread it in a line all around the border of the house. No gaps, no breaks except for the front door, ok?" 

"Ok."

They spread salt in silence for a little while before Dean turned to look at Shane.

"You ok?"

Shane turned toward him in surprise, "What?" 

"Are you ok," Dean stood facing her, his eyebrows knitted together.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Shane shrugged and turned back to her salt.

"You're nervous."

"No I'm not."

"Yes, you are. I can tell. It's going to be ok. You know that right?"

"I know. I just," Shane sighed, "I don't know. It's stupid."

Dean frowned. "Just tell me, would ya'?" 

"Something just doesn't feel right. I can't put my finger on it, but i just don't feel good about it."

"You wanna pull out, kid?"

Shane turned around shocked. "What? No! We can't. Not now. It's too close... it's... it's almost over. We can't give up now. Look, I may be scared, but I'm not giving up. We can do this. I know it. I don't care what happens we're going through with this! No one else is going to get hurt. I'm not going to-" 

"Hey," Dean put a hand on her shoulder, "It'll be ok. Nothin's going to happen to you. I'm not going to let that happen, ok?" 

Shane nodded as Sam entered the room. 

"We're all set. Shane, you ready?"

"Yeah," she said with resolved expression. "Either of you guys have a knife?" 

Dean nodded. "Why?"

"Thing wants to kill me, right? Figured if I was injured, it'd find out somehow and come here." Sam and Dean shot her a horrified glance. "You two have a better idea?" 

"Not at the moment, no," Dean mumbled. 

"I'm going to go downstairs," she held out her hand and Dean set a small silver dagger in her outstretched palm, "You two get into position and yell when you're ready."

Shane walked into the kitchen without saying anything and went into the basement. She looked at the cieling and noticed a massive five pointed star inside a circle with various symbols inside the circle. 

Devil's trap. She thought. She walked to the far side of the room directly across from the stairs and waited. 

"All clear!" 

"Here too!" 

Sam and Dean sounded off and Shane knew it was time. She held the handle of the knife and looked at it for a second. She reached down to fidget with her pentagram necklace and sighed. "No turning back now, Shane." With that, she slit five quick lines across her forearm, ignored the sting, and calmly breathed in and out. Everything was so silent she could swear she heard the first drop of blood hit the floor.

Now all that was left to do was wait.

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