Chapter One
I had just finished exorcising a demon when my phone started ringing.
"This better be good."
"Good lord young'en didn't your mamma teach you how to answer a phone?"
"Hey Bobby. How you doing?"
"I'm good. I was wondering if you had any hunts lined up?"
"Not at the moment. Just finished up a job. Why? You need something?"
"Yeah. Head by the house and I can give you the details."
"Alright. I'll be there by morning."
"Drive safe you moron."
"Sure thing Bobby."
I clicked my phone closed and headed to my car. I called an ambulance for the guy the demon had possessed. I got in my mustang and went to my motel room. I grabbed my duffel and headed to South Dakota.
(Bobby's House)
Dean was sitting on the couch drinking a beer. You could here Sam's scream's in the background, but both hunters tried to ignore it. The demon blood that famine caused Sam to drink was doing a number on him.
"So Bobby, who's this old friend that you called to help out?" Dean asked trying to block out Sam.
"Someone who can help. Who's good at the job. She will be here in the morning."
"She?"
"Yes she."
"Okay, how exactly is she going to help?"
"I don't know how she does what she does. Neither does she."
"So how do you know her?"
"She showed up on my door step about seven years ago. Didn't know who she was or where she was from. She was covered in cuts and bruises and kept muttering something about angels and demons. Did a search on her and couldn't find any records. It was like she just dropped out of the sky. A couple weeks later she remembered her name was McKinley Matthew. She was fifteen and her mother was killed by a demon. That's all she ever remembered."
"So what'd you do?"
"Well since she didn't have any family I let her stay here. Told her what I was and what I did. She wanted to learn so I taught her. She was a natural. You get some rest boy. We got a long day tomorrow."
Dean nodded his head and watched Bobby wheel himself out of the room.
I drove all night, just stopping for gas. For some reason I had a bad feeling about going to Bobby's. I could just tell that something was wrong there. I pulled up the long gravel drive until I reached the blue two story house. It was five in the morning and I was hoping Bobby was awake.
The first thing I noticed was the black Chevy Impala parked in the front. Everything about the house was quite. Everyone inside were still sleeping. I made my way up the steps and stopped when I heard someone scream out. My hunters instincts told me to rush and check the place out, but something else told me the person screaming was the reason I was here.
I decided now would be a good time to knock. After several tries the door opened. Thankfully it was Bobby who opened it.
"Kinley I'm glad you're here."
I reached down and gave the old man a hug. "I'm glad I came, but do you want to tell me what's going on?"
"Come inside. I have someone for you to meet first."
I heard the screaming again. "Bobby?"
"Just come inside." I followed him into the living room. Stretched out on the couch was a guy with short spiky hair. Bobby rolled over and smacked him. He just groaned. "Morning sunshine." Bobby said laughing. You could tell this guy had a major hang over. If the empty bottles on the table didn't clue you in. "Dean I want you to meet McKinley Matthews. Kinley Dean Winchester."
He sat up and smiled at me. "McKinley huh? So how are you going to help my brother?"
I crossed my arms and pointed my glare at Bobby. "Winchester? Really? After everything they did you expect me to help them?" I turned to Dean. "And what's wrong with your brother?"
"Kinley, just here me out." Bobby said before Dean could speak. "There is more to the story than what other hunters are saying. You're the only one who can help Sam. When he was little-"
I held my hands up stopping Bobby. "I don't need a life story. What's wrong with him?"
"Demon blood." Dean said. "He drank some and now he's having withdraws." I nodded my head and started towards the basement. Dean got up and followed me. When I reached for the door he stopped me. "What are you going to do?"
"You want your brother back? The way he was before the demon blood?" Dean nodded his head. "Then get out of my way." I could see the worry written all over his face. The look he had in his eyes just broke my heart. "I'm not going to hurt him Dean. I promise." I grabbed the door handled. "Come on, I may need your help."
He reluctantly moved out of the way, and I pushed the door open. Dean followed me in like I asked.
"Who are you?" Sam asked from the other side of the room. He was sitting on the floor with his back to the wall and his knee's pulled to his chest. He reminded me of a helpless child.
"Sam, my name is McKinley. Bobby called me. I can help you if you let me."
"How?"
"I can take the blood out of your system. I can make the addiction, the craving, the hallucination's, everything that's driving you insane, I can make it go away. But you've got to give me permission."
He looked to Dean then back at me. "Okay."
Fifteen minutes later I had Sam strapped to a bed in the middle of the room shirtless. I knelt beside him and sliced my wrist.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked.
"Don't worry I'm not going to feed him my blood." I smiled over at him.
I drew symbols on Sam's chest and one on his forehead with my blood. I then placed my hands in holy water. I placed my right hand on his forehead and my left on his lower abdomen.
I closed my eyes as the words came into my head. Where they come from I have no idea. I started chanting in the ancient language. I felt the power rushing through my body. I heard Sam and Dean gasp. Both for different reason's. Sam because of the power surge and Dean because of the glowing of my hands.
I felt the evil being pulled from Sam. Once I was sure it was all out of him I moved away. I had sweat pouring down my face, and blood dripping from my nose. I stood up and backed farther away. There was a sharp pain in my stomach. Dean kept looking between Sam and I.
"McKinley? Hey are you okay?" Dean asked. I looked up at him right before I collapsed to the floor.
