Human

(Day one)

Rain. That's all I could process, it was raining. I felt like my brain had been shut off for a year. I open my eyes and look around slowly. I feel myself slowly rocking back and forth. I'm surprised when I realize where I am sitting on a swing in a park. I try and stay calm and search through the back of my mind.

"Okay Cristina think, where are you?"

I slowly stand up and get a good look at my surroundings. There are street lights by the park and they aren't on, but it's dark outside so it must be around nine o'clock. I take a step forward seeing water. It's dark but I can make out a lake to my right. As I walk towards it the water I notice it growing. I realize it's not a lake, it's an ocean. My mind starts racing and panic slowly settles in.

"The beach? How the hell did you get yourself to the beach?!"

I turn back around and see that up the hill from the park is a shopping center. I feel inside my pockets and find my wallet. I have one hundred bucks total. With any good luck I can find a cheap motel to stay at for the night and try to figure out how I got here. I cross the street and jog up the hill to the shopping center. I find an older man closing up a hat store and right before he gets into his car I get to him.

"Umm excuse me, sir? Can you point me to the nearest motel?"

"Sure, there's one up a block and to the left."

"Thanks."

I walk up the street following the old mans directions. As I'm walking I try and process what had just happened. Why couldn't I remember anything? How did I even get here? I can see a light up sign across the street that says "Sea Drive Motel- Vacancy."

"Come on Cristina think, anything. Job, family, friends. Where were you before the creepy beach playground?"

I"m crossing the street when I see something. A black fog rushes by me, making the neon motel light flicker. I assume that I'm just hallucinating, but I still pick up the pace. Just as I finish crossing the street the black fog whirls by me again, this time coming from behind. Hallucinations or not, I needed to get inside the motel fast. I sprint trying to race across the motel parking lot as fast as possible. Just as the motel is close in sight the black fog enters me through my mouth, pushing me backwards. I stumble, falling to the ground gasping for air. Icy hot pain tears through my whole entire body. There was a stronger force pushing, inside me. I try to scream but I can't. While crawling in agony the force rips through my lungs and takes control of my breathing. Then it travels up to my skull. My eyes roll back in my head. Finally I feel the force take control of my brain and I shut down, blacking out, but only for a second. Then I open my eyes. I feel different, better, stronger. I can see the motel through a thin black layer. I stand up and walk towards it feeling invincible, unstoppable. It's at that moment when a voice in the back of my head screams out,.

"No! No. This can't be happening."

As soon as I hear the voice, it all comes back to me. I remember now, I remember everything. I had become the very thing I spent my whole life hunting. I am a demon.

I'm suddenly flooded with memories, painful cruel memories. I try and focus on what around me but my vision is growing foggy. Feeling like my body is being torn apart piece by tiny piece, I half walk half stumble to the motel, walking straight into a car on the way there.

"I dented it," the voice in the back of my head says.

"Get out Human," a new voice speaks. It's the demon. "It was not easy to take this body, leave or be destroyed."

"Like Hell," I respond.

"Fine have it your way. But you're not going to like this," replies demon gruesomely.

The icy hot pushes against my skull and I start screaming on the inside. Suddenly I'm gone, and just like that, I've disappeared. The demon takes full control of me.

Demon

I walk inside the motel and up the steps. I'm soaking wet from the rain but I don't care.

The lady at the front desk asks, "Umm, excuse me miss. Would you like a room?"

I turn around and look at her with my midnight black eyes. She gasps and holds her hand to her chest stumbling backwards. I continue to walk up the stairs until I hear her scream and start dialing numbers on the phone. I flick my hand to the side bashing her head against the desk and leaving her unconscious, if she was lucky.

"Yes, a room please," I spit.

I walk up to the third floor where I have a good view and easily knock a room door open with another flick of my hand. Time to sort out a plan.

Just then I hear a voice outside yell, "Damn It! Who the hell did this?! Son of a bitch!"

I recognize the voice immediately, Dean Winchester. That means Sam must be around somewhere. Damn it, this makes my life a load harder. Well it looks like we're checking out early. I calmly walk down the hall way to the elevator and take it down until it stops on the second floor. A tall man asks me to hold the door. I lift the black layer from my eyes, appearing human, and hold the door. He gets in and says thanks. Worst elevator ride of my life. Closed quarters with one of the best hunters in the world, fantastic. We only had to go down a floor but it still felt like an eternity.

"Damn you Sam Winchester. I would kill you right here if it wasn't for your obsessed bloodthirsty brother," I think to myself.

When we finally got to the lobby I practically sprinted out before I realized the lady who I had knocked out. The only problem was she wasn't knocked out. A pool of blood grew from her head, slowly trickling down the edge of her desk.

"Shit. Well maybe he won't notice...," I think to myself very nervously. I sprint out the door but not before making the motel Lobby lights flicker.

"Damn it."

And as I run out, I bump into Dean. Clearly this was not my luckiest day. I cross the parking lot in the pouring rain and go back to the Shopping center. I pace for a while trying to think of a plan to stay safe, and hidden. I find an old green truck and quietly break into it. I drive it to an alleyway not far from the shopping center and get in the back seats. I try to rest but cant. It's just a bit hard when you've just escaped death by the skin of your teeth. Something felt wrong anyways. I was a demon, I shouldn't need to sleep, yet somehow I felt exhausted.

Eventually I dose off. I wake up to an un-pleasent bang on the window. And guess who it is? Dean freakin Winchester. I let out a long sigh and think to myself,

"Damn it. So much for the staying safe and hidden plan."

I get out of the car to see Dean. He's wearing a suit and tie. It's still dark outside so it must be around three A.M by now. The rain has finally stopped but the voice in my head is suddenly back to yelling.

"Yes, please! I'm in here, save me!"

I clench my fist trying to control the weakening of my power.

Dean takes out a badge and says,

"FBI. My partner and I saw you leave a crime scene yesterday. Did you see anything?"

"Yup."

"Well...what did you see?" He asks' me puzzled.

"I saw myself bashing a woman-"

I am rudely interrupted by another scream from the human.

"No don't you dare! If you confess to this your going to get me killed!"

"That's the general idea," I return with anger.

Dean looks even more confused now. "Uh excuse me, what's the general idea?"

The goddamn human won't stop screeching. I stumble and try to get control. It only causes her to scream louder. I fall to the ground and start coughing up blood.

"Hey! Hey!" Dean shouts. I black out and loose control.

Human

When I wake up a tall man is standing over me. I immediately sit up from the bed I appear to be on and ask,

"Where am I? Who are you?"

The man in front of be scrambles backwards, surprised by my immediate questions.

"Hey don't worry! Your safe. I'm Sam. That over there is my brother Dean."

Dean's eating a burger but he looks over at me nods and smiles.

"Umm no offense but how is knowing your names supposed to make me feel any better?"

They both look at me like they don't know how to answer the question. Then the older brother says, "We're with the FBI." As soon as I hear FBI I remember. I jump up and yell, "You have to help me! It's in here somewhere! Hurry tie me up!"

They both stare at me in shock and a fry that Dean was eating falls out of his mouth. "Wow I really picked up a weird one," Dean says to Sam.

"No I'm serious! I'm not crazy I swear. Look, this is gonna sounds crazy, but you have to believe me! Your life's depend on it."

"Okay," says Sam. "Were listening."

"Okay, I'm a hunter. Not like an everyday hunter, but a different hunter. I fight monsters and other weird crazy stuff. A demon has possessed me, and is inside me. Tie me up now! Please!" I close my eyes and cringe waiting for them to either break out in laughter or call a mental hospital but it's just quiet.

Then Dean says, "Sam."

"Yea Dean?"

"Umm...get the rope."

"Yup I'm on it." After Sam leaves the room I grab a piece of chalk on the windowsill and get to work. I walk to the center of the room and start drawing an intricate devil's trap.

"Wow you really know what your doing huh little missy?" Teases Dean still eating his burger.

I don't look up from the trap but I do make demands. "I need you to go lite some candles. And I also need to know the time."

Dean gets a liter and starts lighting candles. "It's six O'clock A.M."

"Six O'clock? Why on earth are you eating a burger and fries at six in the morning?!"

Dean shrugs and says trying to defend himself, "Hey! I was hungry!"

I take the next 6 minutes finishing up the Devil trap. Sam's not back with the rope yet so I make other precautions. I walk across the kitchen, put the plug in the sink and fill it up with water. I say a quick Latin spell to make the water holy and I drop a cross necklace hiding under my shirt in it. Then I go back over to the center of the room and place the candles Dean had already lit around the devils trap. He finishes lighting the candles and does what I'm doing, placing them around the trap. Sam finally comes back with the rope. I grab a chair setting it inside the devils trap and ask one of them to tie me to it. Dean ties me down and then Sam asks, "Now what?"

"Now we wait," I respond.

"But for how long?" asks Sam.

"Until the demon comes back I guess."

It's quiet for a long time in the room. Sam and Dean are sitting down at the motel rooms dining table just staring at me. I look around the room and see the obvious ocean theme. The memories of being the demon come flooding back to me. The poor lady at the front desk. Oh god, I killed her. I take a deep breath and try to take my mind off of being a freaking demon. I realize I woke up in a bed this morning. The gears in my mind start turning.

"Wait. Two FBI agents, who are brothers and partners are staying in a motel? Why does that seem odd to me?" I decide to speak up and break the silence.

"You two seem to be taking this whole thing unusually well..."

Sam and Dean turn to each other and then Dean says, "Sam, we need to talk."

They both head to what looks like the bathroom and I hear soft bickering. It feels like there arguing keeps getting louder and they just keeping fighting and fighting. I try and block it out. My head aches and I'm still tired. After listening to another ten minutes of there bickering I decide I really don't care anymore and I really am exhausted so I close my eyes and try to get just a bit more sleep.