Family Don't End In Blood. - A supernatural fanfiction.

Chapter Six

I awoke to distant music. I groaned as I rolled over and checked my phone again to see what the time was. '7:30 am' it said.

As soon as I was changed into the same clothes I wore yesterday (unfortunately I didn't have any other clothes) I headed out the room and towards the main room where all the books were (and the exit). As I got closer to the room the music became clearer (and louder). I identified the song to be "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor.

When I got to the large table in the center of the room and was about to sit down Sam walked through the front door. I hadn't realised that he had gone out. He looked out of breath and was wearing similar clothing to when I first met him.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey," I mimicked back.

He started down the stairs and held up a brown paper bag. "I got breakfast."

Once he got to me he pulled out different types of fruit out of the bag and placed them in the bowl in the middle of the table. I didn't have the heart to tell him I didn't like fruit.

At that point Dean burst out of the kitchen singing along and dancing to "Eye of the Tiger," with a plate of bacon. When the door shut behind him the music quietened a bit. And the singing and dancing stopped.

"Please don't tell me you've been out running already, it's not even eight o'clock." Dean criticised Sam

"What is your problem with exercise?" Sam inquired.

"Sammy, we exorcize, not exercise." Dean complained. He placed the plate of bacon on the table and noticed the fruit.

"Why all the fruit?!" Dean moaned

"Why all the bacon?" Sam replied.

"Wouldn't you rather have those apples in a sweet delicious pie?"

"What is it with you and pie...?"

"Hey. Dude. Don't diss the pie."

I sat back and watched them argue, like brothers do.

Dean turned to me, "Wouldn't you rather have bacon for breakfast or stupid fruit?"

I looked from Dean to Sam. "Sorry Sam. I agree with Dean." I gave Sam a sympathetic look.

"Fine, die young from a heart attack." Sam said jokingly towards Dean, going to sit down and reaching for a banana.

Dean smirked to himself and offered me some bacon.

I said "Thanks as I took a couple of pieces.

"Well at least you appreciate good food." He seemed to forget all that had occurred the night before in the corridor.

Sam walked off into another room after he finished eating, and came back with a laptop and some books. He set them both on the table and started rummaging through the books while he started up his laptop. Most of the books wear leather bound, and looked like they were old-ish.

"So anything new come up?" Dean asked with a mouth full of bacon.

"I've checked but not much." Sam replied turning to his laptop and typing away.

A few minutes later Dean had finished eating and went to go tidy up the kitchen, as he mumbled something about burning a spatula, or something.

"What are you looking at?" I asked inquisitivly.

"Just researching about the recent fires at the schools. They're all the same; done in the same way done at the same point in the day."

"So what links them?"

"Well, nothing yet that we can find. Usually things like this; that don't show connections, other than the same thing happening, is caused by some sort of demon; as we saw at your school. Which you really should be going back to by the way." Explained Sam.

"I'm not leaving until I kill the bastard who murdered my little sister."

"You know revenge isn't healthy." Sam advised in a knowing tone.

"So what happened to the thing that killed your Mom and Dad?" I asked.

"...We killed it. But that is a whole different story, a lot more lives were at risk then."

"Lives are at risk now. You said that this keeps happening to schools all over the place, which means more young and innocent lives are going to be lost. If you would just let me help you kill this thing!" I argued at Sam. He knew he wasn't going to win this argument.

"Okay then, but you can let Dean know." Sam sighed.

"Let Dean know what?" asked Dean as he entered the room. I made the exact argument I said to Sam but Dean wasn't having any of it.

"You're not coming with us. You should be in school, not hunting demons. End of discussion." Dean grumbled.

"He's right Lacey. You should be in school, enjoying the best time of your life." Inputted Sam. Dean didn't seem to agree with this statement but Sam was arguing on his side so he didn't bother to say anything. I had to convince them to let me go. I had no one left in my life. But at least I'd have my revenge. And then I could move on.

"Hello, boys." A disembodied husky voice said behind me. I whirled around to see who was there. This guy was wearing all black; a suit and tie with a long overcoat on. He had dark hair (a few bald patches) and the beginning of a beard.

"Crowley." Sam acknowledged. "What do you want?"

Before he could say anything I questioned Dean, "who...err...what is that?" Everybody stared at me. "I mean are you some kind of angel?" I directed my question at Crowley, the guy who appeared out of nowhere.

"First of all I am not one of those feather-brained-bastards, and second who the hell are you?" He answered back.

"I thought angels were supposed to be nice." I wondered out loud.

"That hasn't been my experience with them. And you still haven't answered my question." Crowley pointed out.

"I'm L...." I started before Dean cut me off.

"She's no one. She's just going."

"Little squirrel can't deal with a teenage girl, how sweet." Crowley interjected.

"Shut up Crowley, I can deal just fine." Dean retorted gruffly.

"What do you want Crowley?" Repeated Sam.

Crowley looked over from Dean and me to Sam. "What I want most Moose, is world peace." The sarcasm in his voice was incredibly clear.

"Ha-ha," Sarcasm form Dean. "Now what do you really want?" Dean groaned.

"I believe you have heard about all these schools going up in flames. Well, one of my subjects has gone...rouge." Answered Crowley.

"Let me guess you want us to 'sort it out'?" Sam inquired. Crowley looked back at me for a second which made me feel uncomfortable.

"If you will. Clean up the trash for me." Crowley walked over to a chair and stood behind it, our eyes followed him. "Her name is Tanya Lore."

And with that, Crowley disappeared.

"Why are we always cleaning up his mess?" Sam questioned to Dean.

"Well we want them gone, and Crowley is just getting rid of un-loyal demons."

"Excuse me!" I piped up. "Would you please answer my question? What is he?"

"Crowley is a demon, more specifically 'The King of Hell'." Sam explained to me.

"Wait, you're friends with The King of Hell? I thought angels were the good guys and demons are the bad guys?"

Dean answered my question; "It's not all black and white, and straightforward." He walked away from us to the kitchen. "And please stop asking questions, it's very annoying."