A Demon's Daughter

More Than Fiffteen Minutes

"So, you two hunt monsters." It was more of a statement than anything else.

The three of them had moved to the kitchen and had taken seats around the dining room table. Sarah had quietly sat through the whole 'everything you thought were myths are real' spiel, nodding in understanding ever so often. "Yeah," Dean cleared his throat and winced at the pain that pulsed through his head.

Sarah nodded and stood, making her way to the kitchen sink. She grabbed a rag and got it wet, ringing out the excess water. She then grabbed another, dry, rag and an ice pack from the freezer.

She made her way back to the table, ignoring the strange looks the boys gave her. "So, you two are brothers then?" she asked nonchalantly, setting the dry rag and ice pack on the table.

"Uh. Yeah," Sam answered. "How'd you know?"

Sarah shrugged, waving the damp rag in the air. "You two just act like siblings." She extended the rag forward, trying to dab at the semi-dry blood on Dean's temple.

"Whoa!" Dean shifted his body away from Sarah, dodging the rag. "I'm able to take care of myself, thank you."

Sarah narrowed her eyes in annoyance, moving the rag out of Dean's reach as he went to grab it. "Just sit still," she demanded with a hitch of annoyance, placing a firm grip on his shoulder. Dean looked over at Sam, hoping for some back up, but all he got was an amused smirk from his younger brother.

Sarah rubbed gentle circles on Dean's temple, soaking up the blood with the rag. "Sam, be a dear and, in that cabinet,-" she pointed over her shoulder at the door just above the sink, "-grab the Neosporin and Aspirin, please."

Sam complied and grabbed the supplies Sarah listed off, setting them on the table next to the ice pack and dry rag. "Thanks." Sarah smiled and nodded towards the corner cabinet. "Would you also go into that cabinet and get a glass and fill it with water?"

"Sure." Sam did as he was asked and set the now half-full glass on the table as well.

Sarah finished cleaning up the blood, ignoring Dean's mumbling and grumbling, then moved to pat the area dry. "Here." She moved the Aspirin and water towards him.

Dean grunted in annoyance, but did what was silently demanded of him. As he did so, Sarah applied the Neosporin to the wound then placed the ice pack rapped in the dry rag on his temple. 

"There." Sarah tossed the now bloodied rag in the sink. "That wasn't so bad, now was is?" She smirked as Dean glared at her.

"Can we just get back to the subject?" Dean asked, irritated with not only Sarah's smirk, but also his brother's amused chuckle. 

"What else do I need to know?" Sarah asked, taking a seat. 

"Well," Sam started, "nothing at the moment."

"We told you what you need to know," Dean cut in. "Now you need to tell us what we need to know."

Sarah looked at Dean, wide-eyes. "What do you need to know?"

"We need to know what you know," Sam stated. 

"What I know about this whole demonic powers thing?" Sarah asked for clarification. 

"What happened before and after that demon blood in you kicked in?" Dean questioned, becoming irritated with the unproductive conversation that was happening. 

Sarah was silent, thinking about where to start. "Oh, well, I suppose I should start with the dreams."

Sarah went on to explain the nightmares she had been having, leaving out the fact that the man in her dreams was Dean. She went on about a demon that showed up the night before the first murder-suicide took place, leaving out his name and that he had visited multiple times after the first. She explained that she was, supposedly, the offspring of a demon and a human, and that her mother gave her up for adoption when she didn't die giving birth. 

"Wa-wa-wait," Sam cut in, stopping Sarah mid-sentence. "It's your-" he paused, furrowing his brow in disbelief "-destiny to torture and kill this random guy?"

Sarah shrugged, running a hand through her hair. "I guess so. At least that's what the demon told me." 

"And you said you didn't know the guy?" Dean asked, pulling the now warm ice pack off his head. 

Sarah glanced at Dean's face, avoiding eye contact, before looking down at her fidgeting hands sitting in her lap. "Um, that's right. I didn't know the guy." 

"But the strange thing wasn't really that I didn't know him," Sarah said after a moment of silence. "It was that I apologized before I killed him."

The two Winchesters shared a knowing look. "Maybe something set you off, causing you to black out and not act like yourself," Sam offered. "Causing you to be out for blood," he added. 

Sarah shook her head. "No. I never said I didn't remember what I did to that man." She lifted her head to lock eyes with Sam. "I know exactly what I did-I knew what I was doing." Her eyes filled with despair as she shifted to meet Dean's, now softer, gaze. "I felt guilty about what I did because of, not only what happened, but also the fact that I felt pleasure while I tortured him." 

Tears welled in Sarah's eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to allow them to fall. "With every pain-filled scream, salty tear, and desperate plea for me to let him go, I grew more eager to inflict pain; I was having fun." She spat out the last word as if it was spoiled milk. 

Sam and Dean shared another look before Dean spoke up. "We can help you," he spoke softly, yet sternly, his green eyes wide with determination. 

Sarah scrunched her nose and furrowed her eyebrows. "And how is that?" she asked sourly, focusing her eyes on the table. 

Both boys opened their mouths, hesitating. "We're not sure," Sam voiced what both his brother and he where thinking. "But I know a good place to start."

Both Sarah and Dean looked at Sam, confusion written across their faces. Sam sighed. "Are you comfortable with coming with us?" he asked. "We'd like to be able to keep and eye on you, if that's alright." 

Sarah sniffled, wiping away a few stray tears. "Why not?" she chuckled, smiling slightly. "If either of you two step out of line, I suppose I could just use my demonic powers on you."  

Dean smiled at Sarah's feeble attempt at a joke. "Yeah, I suppose you could." 

A/N: aaaand nothing much happened! yay! 1104 words and nothing significant happened... well, i guess she's not telling them everything, but eh... oh! and a motherly sarah! and dean trying to be macho but sarah not having any of his shit... i guess some stuff happened... alrighty! comments are very much appreciated, cause right now i feel like no one really likes this fic except for a select few. if that's the case, though, i dont really give af cause i'm having a blast writing this. okay, i'm gonna go eat all the food in my fridge now. bye bye!