Lies We Tell ~ Dean Winchester

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Erin
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"Honey! I'm home!" Yellow Eyes called from the doorway.

I froze in total shock. I don't know why but I hadn't expected him to come tonight. I had somehow decided in my mind that I would have one more night of peace before I had to convince Dean to let us go after him. I never expected him to show up at the door. None of us had. Which was why, I realized belatedly, no one was armed. We had all settled into the comfort of Bobby's house, thinking we were safe for the night.

The demon stepped across the threshold and froze. He looked down at the devil's trap he stood in with an annoyed frown. "Really?" he asked and he lifted his hand, closing it into a fist and the boards cracked and moaned, breaking the line of the trap. He smiled down at it confidently and swaggered into the room.

Dean made the first move. While the rest of us stared in shock, he reacted. Dean ran for the far side of the room where his gun was still sitting on the table next to the couch. As he went one way, Sam and Bobby went another, diving for guns. Yellow Eyes gestured with his hand and Dean flew across the room, slamming into the wall. He hit the ground and didn't get back up.

"Dean!" I cried and I rushed towards him.

Yellow Eyes flinched as Sam and Bobby opened fire on him, each emptying an entire clip before he could react. He gestured at them and they went down hard before he turned back to me. "Uh huh, not so fast young lady," Yellow Eyes tisked. He raised his hand and my entire body went into lock down. I couldn't move at all. He turned back to the others, his eyes narrowing menacingly as he took a threatening step towards them.

I panicked, getting a free shot at the Winchester's was every demons dream. "How did you find us?" I called, desperate to keep him focused on me and not the others. I didn't understand how he could have tracked us when I was protected. I reached into my pocket to confirm I still had the hex bag and my fingers brushed against the black silk.

As though he could read my mind the demon smirked down at me. "Ah, your little toys, yes, those made it very hard for me to keep track of you and big brother Winchester. But the funny thing is..." he said with a pleased grin. "Wherever Sammy is, Big Brother isn't likely to be far behind. I just needed to kill a few extra saps, leave a trail of bodies for them to investigate and I followed them right on home."

"You son of a bitch," Dean snarled, shoving himself to his feet. "Those people weren't psychic at all were they? You just killed them."

The demon turned and stared at Dean with interest. When Dean tried to charge him again the demon held up his other hand, easily freezing Dean in please. "Of course, needed something to keep Sammy on the case," he said with a cruel laugh. "And just like Hansel and Gretel he led me straight to you," Yellow Eyes said stepping up next to me. He glided his fingers down the side of my face and I fought to pull away as thick ropes of black tar seeped into my mind. I couldn't contain my whimper as I tried to twist out of his touch but he was too powerful. Dean roared with rage behind us, but there was nothing he could do.

A wicked smile twisted Yellow Eyes lips. "I've been looking forward to this," he said.

"Beckett no!" Dean shouted behind me.

The demon leaned into me. "I promise, it won't hurt a bit," he said, gliding his fingers down a strand of my hair that had come loose. As soon as he wasn't touching my skin I could think again, I could breathe and plan and do something other than just fold under the weight of his power.

"Is that what you told the others?" I asked defiantly. I was terrified, but I refused to give this thing the satisfaction of seeing my fear. He had been responsible for so much pain. I wouldn't let him win. "The others that you killed?" I pushed. I was trying to buy us time. Dean was trapped, but there was still Sam and Bobby if they hadn't been seriously injured. I could reach out to check on them, but I was shielding as hard as I could with the demon in the room.