A Demon's Daughter

Seriously

One month. Five murder-suicides. Fourteen deaths total. 

The first was a single mother and her toddler; the mother drowned her child then hanged herself from the living room fan. The incident happened only a few hours after Balaam left Sarah's apartment. 

Sarah chose to ignore the news raving about one murder-suicide after another. She feared it had something to do with the fact she was half demon and refused to perform her duties as such;  she feared other's were being punished because she refused to kill Dean Winchester. 

She went about the month as normally as possible, tuning out conversations her co-workers at the dinner had about the most recent death of a family. She would be waiting tables and hear snippets from the costumers about how a teenage boy came home from school and murdered his family in their sleep, then turning around and shooting himself with his dad's pistol. 

All the talk about the murder-suicides made Sarah uncomfortable, especially with the fact that they all happened within 200 yards of her apartment complex. She also kept on her toes, expecting Balaam to pop out of nowhere and try to push her to complete her destiny. He never did, though. That is until the fifth murder-suicide took place. 

It happened just south of Sarah's apartment, early in the morning. She ended up waking up to a massive headache, causing her to call-in sick for work. She then took a few aspirin and fixed herself some waffles for breakfast. 

After situating herself on her couch, she turned on the TV to see that an older woman poisoned her husband then overdosed on her prescription medication; she flipped to the Today Show to avoid to subject. 

***

Late that night, Sarah found herself on her bed, wrapped up in a mound of blankets, clutching her head with her eyes clamped shut. She rocked herself back and forth, contemplating whether or not to call 911 to rush her to the emergency room. 

Sarah shifted to pick up her phone, however, when she opened her eyes, a searing pain shot through her head. She didn't understand; the lights were off, the curtains were shut, the digital clock was unplugged, and the wall clock was even smashed on the floor (the constant ticking hadn't helped her headache). 

Grunting in pain, she squeezed her eyes shut again, tears streaming down her face. "What is going on with me?" she muttered to no one in particular. 

"It appears you're experiencing major headaches," a low voice replied in a doctoral manor. 

Sarah groaned in annoyance. "Make it stop," she begged lamely, keeping her eyes shut.

She heard a sigh and the creaking of her bed as Balaam made himself comfortable. "It's a lot to take in, right?" 

Sarah buried her head under a blanket. "It sounds like a whole bunch of people are screaming at me at once."

"That's because that's what it is, darling," Balaam explained simply.

Sarah straightened. "What do you mean?" she asked carefully. 

"You see, it's one of the burdens - as you would probably put it - of being a demon," he elaborated. "You are able to hear the screams of souls in Hell."

Sarah tore the blanket from her head, forcing her eyes open. "Make it stop," she demanded, ignoring the throbbing of her head. 

"I can't do that, sweetheart." 

Eyes adjusted to the dark, Sarah reached forward, grabbing the collar of Balaam's shirt. She pulled him forward, making it so their noses were nearly touching. "I'm not going to say it again," she hissed, narrowing her eyes at him. 

"Alright, alright." Balaam raised his hands in defeat. "All you have to do is think."

"What?" Sarah cocked her head to the side in confusion. 

"You just have to will the voices to go away." Balaam rested his hands on Sarah's wrists, her hands still clutching his collar. "Just push them to the back of your mind." 

"That's it?" she asked. She suddenly let go of Balaam's collar, shutting her eyes and bringing her hands up to press her temples. She groaned as another wave of pain shot through her her scull. 

After a few minutes of silence, Sarah cautiously opened her eyes. "All better?" Balaam asked with a sly smile. 

"Yeah, actually," Sarah looking up at him with a thankful smile. "Thanks, I guess." 

Balaam raised a teasing eyebrow, holding his smile. "You guess?" He snapped his fingers, flipping the lights on. 

Sarah squinted at the sudden brightness. "What else do you want from me? An appreciation kiss?" 

"Well," Balaam started. 

"Don't. Just -" Sarah rolled her eyes. "I was joking." She leaned forward and playfully shoved him. 

He chuckled and stood up. "I suppose I should let you know why I'm here."

"You weren't here for the hearing souls in Hell thing?" Sarah asked, standing as well. 

Balaam positioned his hands behind his back. "That's part of why I'm here."

"Okay. What's the rest of the reason?" Sarah started folding the heap of blankets on her bed.

"Dean Winchester is on his way and you need to be ready when he arrives."

"W-what?" Sarah stuttered, dropping the blanket she was folding. "How does he know where I'm at?' She turned to face Balaam.

"The older couple from this morning." He started, jogging Sarah's memory. "They were the last piece to complete the pentagram that will lead him to you."

Sarah's eyes narrowed. "So, those murder-suicides were because of me." Balaam nodded. "Why would you lead him to me?!" she exclaimed. 

Balaam opened his mouth to speak. "Wait," Sarah cut him off. "Why do I need to be ready? It's not like I'm going to kill him." 

There was a pause while she thought, so Balaam tried to speak again. "Wel-"

"And why would a fucking pentagram lead him to me?" she butted in. "No. Better question: why would he even care about a couple murder-suicides if they have nothing to do with him?"

"Are you done?" Balaam asked, clearly annoyed, before Sarah could get another word in. She nodded. "Okay," he sighed. "Well, Dean Winchester is a Hunter. A Hunter is someone that hunts the supernatural." Sarah nodded in understanding. "An upside-down pentagram is a demonic symbol, so, naturally, a Hunter would be attracted to a town where five separate murder-suicides took place in the shape of one."

"Okay. But, how will he know where I live?" Sarah asked, not sure how she felt about the fact that the man she's suppose to kill is set out to kill her. She was also annoyed that she wasn't told this earlier. 

"You're positioned directly in the middle of the cases," Balaam answered simply. 

"I can't believe this," Sarah muttered to herself, her heart rate climbing. 

The lights in her room started flickering. She looked around, confused, while Balaam just chuckled. "Nervous, are we?" he asked.

Sarah just gave him a look of confusion. "This-" Balaam gestured to the ceiling, "-is you."

Are you fucking kidding me. "Seriously?" she asked.

"Seriously," he smiled. 

 A/N: woohoo! second chapter is up! so, dean is on his way along with sam, but sarah doesn't know that there's a second hunter out for her; future conflict! still not sure where this is going, but i'm enjoying writing it :) i hope you guys and gals are too. welp. comments and reviews are always welcome! the third chapter will be up sometime in the future.