The Family Business: A Supernatural Fanfic (On going)

Don't Open, Demons Inside

Crowley just stands there at the door. He knows the Winchester's. I know Sam and Dean know him but this is still weird. I don't like the looks of this. Crowley walks inside the motel room and comes closer to Sam and Dean, I'm still trying to make the room stop spinning.

Crowley is so stupid. The poor bastard walks right under a devil's trap that Dean or Sam drew on the ceiling. I saw it when I had to look up to see Dean eye to eye. As Crowley moves further into the room, he stops suddenly. He looks down then up, he sees the trap. I can't help it, a smirk comes across my face.

"Really? I thought this was yesterday's news, boys. Come on, Moose, this is ridiculous! Let me out!" Crowley is yelling at them, and me I suppose. He is furious and I love it! He deserves it. He's a fucking demon. Fuck him!

The room finally stops spinning, so I stand up and hold up my gun. Dean turns around and sees me holding the gun, "That won't do anything."

"I know, but this might!" I pull out a flask from my back pocket and unscrew the lid on top. The flask has Holy Water in it and I throw it on Crowley's face. I am really close to the devil's trap and I just start yelling at him. "Do you remember me!? Why are all of these people being killed by your henchmen!"

I walk over to my duffle bag and grab an angel blade and then walk faster to him. I put the blade underneath his chin, and put a little pressure on it.

Crowley lifts up his hands in surrender. "Hey, Squirrel, want to call off your pooch here? She's being an annoying little brat."

"You will tell me what I want to know, or I will kill you." I say it forcefully, it feels good. I see Sam and Dean walk up beside me through the corner of my eye. Dean on one side and Sam on the other. I turn to each and they nod. Dean holds up the blade he has in his hand and then looks at Sam. Sam puts his hand on my arm and pushes it down. I don't fight him, I just can't. He is so sincere and everything. I take a step back from Crowley but still give him a deathly stare.

I turn and look at Dean now. What is he doing? He looks at me then Sam then back to Crowley. He put the knife he has up to Crowley's throat. "Why are you having these people killed Crowley?" Dean sounds so stern, he will get the answers I need. Then, I will kill him.

"Look, they were all hunters that I hated very much. So, naturally, I had them all killed and took their lovely souls down to hell." Crowley looks at me in the eye. "I made a special spot for them in hell. And yes, daddy dearest is in there too. I do remember you, you're the one who made me smoke out that night. Well done."

I walk a little closer to him. "Myra, don't do anything to him yet.", Dean says to me.

"I wont, I promise." I get up in Crowley's face. I'm inside the demon trap and I'm too close for Sam and Dean to be comfortable, but I don't care. "My father was a hunter? That is still no reason to kill him!" I slap him in the face. I know it doesn't really do anything to hurt him, but I'm hurt and I felt like I needed to do that.

"Of course, you nasty mutt. I've answered your questions. Can I be let out of this infernal trap?"

"No way in hell that's happening!", Sam says. I see Dean lower his knife from Crowley's neck and I feel a tug. Crowley has me! His arm is wrapped around my throat and I can't move!

"Dean!", I yell. I grab Crowley's arm and try and pull it away from me. He's too strong for me. I feel his other hand on top of my head. Oh God, he's going to snap my neck! I tense up for a minute, but then I realize that I'm not afraid to die. I stand there as he tilts my head to the side and has one arm around my neck, I still hold on though. I am ready to accept death. I close my eyes and think of my dad. Maybe I will see him soon now.

"Crowley, let her go!", Sam says in the meanest and most serious voice I have ever heard in my entire life. "We will kill you before you can kill her."

"Yeah right," he says, "I already have my hand right where I need to so I can snap her pretty little neck right now." He starts pulling my head to the side a little to show that he can and will kill me.

"Sam, it's okay." I said it to reassure him. I'm not sure it worked.

"The only way I'm not going to kill her is if you let me out of this demon trap!" Why the hell does he want that, besides the fact that he can leave and use his demon powers again? Is there another reason?

"Do it Sam." Dean looks at the ground. He feels defeated. Crowley wins. No, no, no, no!

"Dean my life doesn't matter!" I yell at him. It's true. It doesn't. Not to me anyway. I look at Dean and then the knife in his hand. "Do it." He knows what I mean. I'm so close to Crowley that we can't kill him without killing me. Might as well.

He looks at Sam then me. Sam shakes his head to say, "No", but Dean ignores it. The blade is thrown and I feel a pain on the left side of me. It went through me but not enough to actually kill Crowley. It nicks him, but it isn't enough to hurt him badly. He drops me to the floor.

I'm on my hands and knees trying to crawl away from Crowley when I feel a tug, he has my leg!

"Dean! Sam! Help!", I tell as I throw my arms in their direction. But, it's too late. Crowley opens his mouth and he smokes into the demon trap. Before it can send him to hell he starts trying to possess me! I fight back, but in the end he won. How can I fight him, I'm dying. Well, was.

"Well boys, catch you on the flip side. I will be taking her somewhere nice, I will be needing this." , I am standing up and holding Crowley's old meat suit. I pound on the inside of my own mind! I want him out!

"She is quite the fighter. And also, quite the suicidal girl. My, my. Oh yes, I will have fun with her.", Crowley says with my body! Ugh! This is awful!

With his, well my, free hand he pulls the knife out of my side and throws it on the circle of the demon trap.

Everything gets dark. I don't know where I am or what I'm doing. But I know it isn't good. I fight but it's no use. He is too strong.

I just have to wait. I have to wait in my own body and be stuck. I wait, I wait for help.