My Little Girl

Chapter 24

After a few minutes, we hear footsteps coming to the area we were in. I look down the hall and see a man in a suit coming up to our cells. Dean stands up and looks at the man. I walk closer to the bars, on high alert.

"Sam and Dean Winchester. I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves." He introduces himself with a smile. "This is a pleasure."

"Well, glad one of us feels that way." Dean tells him. 

"Nice to meet you, too. Although you didn't even acknowledge my existence. But it's okay, most people don't." I ramble, catching Groves' attention. He turns to me and looks me up and down with a raised brow.

"And you are?" He asks. I give him a sarcastic sweet smile. 

"Skylar Winchester. Pleasure, I'm sure." I say, doing my best to get on his nerves while he's here. He rolls his eyes and turns back to Sam and Dean. 

"I've been waiting a long time for you two to come out of the woodwork." He tells them. Suddenly, Groves pulls out his gun and shoots at Dean, hitting him in the left shoulder. I push myself against the bars of my cell, gripping them tightly. Dean grunts and falls back against the wall. Sam jumps up and grapples with Steven through the bars of their cell. Steven fires more shots, each of them narrowly missing Dean. Sam manages to grab the arm that Steven's shooting with. Suddenly, I hear Sam start doing an exorcism and watch as the possessed man's head whips from side to side. 

"Sorry, I've gotta cut this short. It's gonna be a long night, fellas." The man says just before the demon leaves Steven's body with a scream, disappearing into the ceiling air vent. Dean sits up, clutching his shoulder. Agent Henriksen and some officers run back to cells right after Steven's body falls to the ground. Henriksen points his gun at Sam after seeing the director's body on the floor. 

"All right, put the gun down!" Officer Melvin shouts at Sam. 

"Wait. Okay. Wait." Sam tells the officers. 

"He shot him!" Melvin yells. I roll my eyes at the stupidity of the officers. 

" He didn't shoot him, okay. He didn't shoot anyone." I tell them. 

"He shot me!" Dean yells at them

"Get on your knees, now!" Henriksen yells at Sam, not listening to any of us. 

"Okay, okay, okay. Don't shoot. Please. Look. Here. Here." Sam says calmly as he passes the gun through the bars to the officers. "Look. We didn't shoot him. Check the body. There's no blood. We did not kill him. Go ahead, check him." Officer Reidy crouches down, checking the body of the formerly possessed FBI Director. 

"Vic, there's no bullet wound." He says. I roll my eyes in annoyance. 

"That's what we've been trying to tell you morons!" I exclaim, taking the attention off of Sam and Dean. "He's probably been dead for months."

"What did you do to him?" Henriksen asks me. 

"We didn't do anything." I tell him, which is obviously not the answer he was looking for as he points his gun at me, making Sam and Dean call out in protest. I hold my hand up to them to chill out. 

"Talk or I shoot." He threatens. 

"You won't believe us. You haven't before, so why start now?" I ask, crossing my arms. 

"He was possessed." Sam says, taking the attention again. I sigh. Just when I was starting to have some fun, too. 

"Possessed? Right." Henriksen says with a scoff. "Fire up the chopper! We're taking them out of here now."