Azazel's Mistake
Set after "Jump the Shark"
Chapter One
I know, this is the fifth story I've started, but this one has been on my mind for, like, five months, and I can't get to my other stories until I start this one. But, I'm still working on my others. Sorry it's so short, but the others will be longer.
Dean Winchester stared out the windshield of his black 1967 Chevy Impala, riding down the highway in silence. He glanced over to see his younger brother Sam staring at his legs, mouth also glued shut. Dean glared back out the windshield. They had been like this since Windom, Minnesota…since they salted and burned their brother's body. Neither of them had talked, and it seemed as though it would stay that way, at least for a while.
"Guys," said Ruby as she appeared in the backseat.
"What the hell?!" said Dean, jerking the wheel a little in surprise and looking in the rearview mirror at her. "What are you doing here?!"
"Bitch later, case now," Ruby told him. She looked at Sam. "Lillith is on the move."
"On the move?" asked Sam. "What does that mean?"
"She's tailing someone," Ruby explained. "Sending demons to kill her."
"Why?" asked Dean.
"I don't know," said Ruby. "That's why you've got to find her first. She might be a seal."
"Really?" asked Sam.
"Well, why else would Lillith take a break from seal duty to hunt this girl down?" said Ruby. "Maybe her death breaks a seal."
"Well, where is she?" asked Sam.
"Tennessee," said Ruby. "Here's the address." She handed Sam a piece of paper.
Sam took it, looking at it briefly. "Well, what's her name—" began Sam, turning to look back at Ruby, but she was gone. "Great."
"Where we headed?" asked Dean.
"Knoxville," said Sam, folding the paper in his hands. "That's just about five hours from here."
"So, what's the deal with this girl?"
"How should I know?"
"No, I'm just thinking out loud here. I mean, she's gotta be pretty important for Lillith to be tracking her down herself. I mean, she could just send any demon if she was just a seal, right?"
"I guess."
"Well, something's gotta be up with her. The question is, what?"
Sam and Dean got out of the Impala, approaching the girl's house. As Dean raised his hand to ring the doorbell, they heard a crash inside the house. Dean whipped out his .45 as Sam pulled his own gun out. Dean raised his leg, kicking the door in. They rushed into the living room and froze.
A young blonde girl stood in the living room, fighting a brunette girl. The blonde had a slightly round face, hazel eyes, full lips and her hair fell halfway down her upper arm.
She looks a hell of a lot like Mom… thought Dean.
The blonde ducked a right hook and swung her legs out, knocking the brunette onto her back on the floor.
"Which one is the demon?" Dean asked Sam, unsure of who to aim his gun at.
The blonde flung a flask at the brunette, and the brunette screamed as smoke curled up where the holy water hit her.
"I'm gonna go with the brunette," said Sam.
The blonde punched the demon, pinning her down.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio—" the blonde began reciting until the demon head-butted her.
The blonde staggered back as the demon jumped to her feet. The demon waved her hand, and Dean was flung against the wall, pinned. Sam, of course, hadn't moved, but neither had the blonde girl. Sam looked at the blonde in shock, and the blonde rushed the demon, pinning it against the wall.
"—omnis congregatio et secta diabolica," the blonde began reciting again. "Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae. Hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei. Contremisce et effuge. Invocato a nobis sancto et terribile nomine. Quem inferi tremunt. Ab insidis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias, libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos. Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae, terogamus audi nos."
The brunette's mouth flew open, and black smoke climbed out of her mouth, soaring off through a window. Dean dropped back onto his feet. The brunette girl fell to the floor, breathing heavily. The blonde began heading for the door.
"What about the girl?" asked Dean.
"You can help her," said the blonde, still walking. "I gotta get out of here before more come."
Without a look back, the blonde headed out of her house.
"Wait!" called Dean, rushing outside, but she was gone. "How the hell did she do that?"
"Dean," called Sam.
Dean turned to see Sam carrying a bleeding brunette girl out the door. "I'll get the car."
"No," said Sam. "There's a pool of the blonde's blood by the couch. Go get a sample."
"What?" said Dean. "Why?"
"Just do it!" said Sam, heading to the Impala.
Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed his holy water flask out of his jacket. He dumped the water out as he headed back into the house. He knelt next to the couch, dipping the flask into the pool of blood. As soon as he got enough, he headed out to the Impala and climbed into the driver's seat, pulling away and heading for the hospital.
"Alright, I got your blood," said Dean. "Wanna tell me why?"
Sam stared straight ahead. "Because I think she might be one of the psychic kids."