"Drop!" The deep voice sounded behind Dean, and he did just that. Short nose, double barrel shotgun in hand, he fell to the cracking concrete floor of the empty warehouse.
He looked up just in time to see the strangest demon thing get shot in the chest. It went down, but it didn't die.
They had tried everything on the damned but nothing worked. Salt; rock salt rounds, circles, blocks- didn't do shit. Holy water; dumped, sprayed, poured, swallowed- nothing, not even a fizzly. Traps; on the ceiling, on the floor, he stepped right over them.
Not to mention that he didn't even look like a demon, not the demons looked like anything, just humans. But this one defined demon. Blood red skin, pointed teeth, gibberish speaking, horned, seven feet tall, demon.
"Well, Sammy, what the fuck." Dean said, standing. Putting another round in the chest of the demon. It screeched and started to make a noise close to the sound of metal on wood and the sound of a car getting crushed, Dean thought it was talking. It was moving its black lips and moving his head as if referring to Sam.
"I don't know, it's nothing we've ever seen before Dean."
"Yeah, I got that, but how do we kill it." He asked, as they backed away from the demon slowly.
Just then, two figures shot from the dark. A streak of blonde was on the balcony above the demon and a streak of red was right behind it. The blonde streak jumped from the balcony and landed on the demons back, embedding a glowing indigo blade into the neck of the demon.
"Clary!" It was a boy. !8 or so, and very good at what he did.
The red streak shot out, jumping to the concrete floor in front of Dean and Sam.
She threw her blade and it hit home.
Dean watched as the demon screeched and imploded.
"What the hell!" Dean shouted, turning to his brother.
"Who do a couple of teenagers kill that thing with Knives when we can't kill it was a gun? That's just unfair man." He exclaimed.
Sam shrugged, putting his gun down.
"Sam and Dean Winchester. Who the hell are you?" Sam asked, with a laugh and put his hand out to the blonde.
The blonde went to stand next to the red head. He didn't move to shake Sam's hand.
"Jace Herondale." The boy said.
"Clary Fairchild." The redhead stated, holding her chin high. Jace looked down at the short girl with awe.