"Please, please don't hurt me. I'll do anything, I'm sorry. Please." Carson begged and begged. "Who are you?"
"It's okay, sweetheart. I won't be hurting you if you behave." The twenty year old boy with the black eyes caressed her cheek.
"Behave how? What do you want from me? Who are you?" Carson cried. Face red. Tears flooding.
"You're going to be okay. I won't hurt you. We might have a little fun, but that's all."
Carson tensed.
"You'll be just fine, Carrie. Just fine with me."
"What do you want?" She screamed, choking on her tears. "Who are you?"
"Well, dear, I'm what many would call a demon. A fallen angel, a lost soul, but if you must know, my name is Xander." He grinned menacingly.
"There's no such thing."
"Why, you've never been more wrong."
"Why are you telling me this? Why am I here? I just want to go home."
"Because, Carrie. There's more to you than you know. There's something we need from you. Your blood," He stopped and rephrased at the sight of her scared glance. "Your big brother used to be friends with someone who I really need to come in contact with. Now, your big bro knows too much. You, my dear, have been kept ignorant. I need you to call Sam Winchester, you know him?"
Winchesters.
"No, of course not! My brother hung out with band geeks. And none of them were named Sam Winchester!"
"Then maybe I'll just have to talk to your brother instead. . . I'm sure I can get help from him?" Threats.
"Please. No. Please. I'll help you. I'll try. Why do you want him? What can I do?"
"They're in the area. I know they are. Call your brother. Say you're in trouble. He'll call the Winchesters."
"Alright. I'll do it. Just don't hurt my family." More tears.
The demon pulled out Carson's cell phone, dialing her brother's phone number. He put it up to her face. It rang. He answered.
"Carrie? What's up?"
"I need your help, Adam."
"What?"
Carson then began chanting Latin. The demon shouted. The wind was blowing. He dropped the cell phone and dropped to the ground. A shroud a black smoke came from the boy's body and burned at the ground. Carson stood up and slammed her chair against a metal file cabinet, breaking it into pieces. She untied the knots around her hands and picked up the phone.
"Hey, Adam."
"Shit, Carson, what the hell is going on?"
"Just a little interrogation."
"Carson tell me the truth."
"He kidnapped me. He didn't know I was a hunter though, he just knew you were. I knew I could send him back to hell, but I got some information from him." She played it cool, but really her heart was racing. This was the most daring thing she'd done.
"What was his name?"
"Xander." She replied, checking the pulse of the vessel. Alive, thank God, just unconscious. "That reminds me, I need to talk to Sam Winchester."
"How do you know about Sam?" Adam panicked.
"What hunter doesn't know about the Winchesters, Adam? But I need to talk to him. It's a bit urgent. Text me his number, I'll call you later." Carrie hung up.
A few moments later, Carrie received a text. She dialed the number as she walked out of the office and into the diner.
"Hello?"
"Sam Winchester."
A moment of silence. "Who's asking?"
"Does the name Adam Montgomery ring a bell?"
"Again, who's asking."
"It's Carson Montgomery, his little and better sister. We need to talk. He gave me your number. Where are you?" She strolled through the diner and flipped the sign to open, hoping that someone would come in and find the poor boy.
"Princeton, Indiana" He said as Carrie got into her Durango.
"Shit. I'm in Jasper. He was right."
"Carrie?" Sam must've heard Adam's nickname dozens of times, she thought as he said that.
"I'll be there in an hour. We really need to talk."
"That's fine. Is everything okay?"
"Hopefully."
Carrie hung up and turned up the radio. Carrie's guilty pleasure was pop music, so she killed the drive to the bubblegum.
When she finally reached the Princeton sign, she called Sam back.
"Yeah?"
"Where are you?"
"Shamrock motel. Room 48."
"Five minutes."
Her heart beat with anxiety. Carson played a tough game, but she was a total baby.
She banged on the door to the motel room and the door opened; Sam gestured for her to enter. As she did, Dean ambushed her from behind and pinned her arms together, throwing her to the wall.
"There's a demon in town. And you've never made contact with either of us. This is a bit suspicious, ain't it?"
Carrie nodded in understanding, but rolled her eyes anyway. She then began to recite the exorcism she just used. Dean let her go.
"You're good." He said. "So why are you here? Is everything okay? Is Adam okay?"
"Firstly, there isn't a demon in town anymore."
"What?" Sam questioned.
"Exorcized. We did jumping jacks and everything."
"How? We've been hunting that jackass down for weeks."
"Well that's a fun story. So here I am at this diner grabbing diner on my way to Fort Wayne, and all of a sudden this very attractive boy asks for a word. Next thing I know I'm tied to a chair. His eyes were black, I made the connection, I threw on my lady charm and started crying like any girl fearing for her life would. He didn't know I was a hunter, but he knew Adam was. He knew I was his sister. He told me that Sam Winchester was in town and that I was to call Adam telling him I was in trouble so that he would send you, his old friend, to save me. And that's when I exorcized him. And that's why I'm here. To tell you that there was a demon very adamant on finding you. Not you and your brother. You."
"Another one." Dean sighed. "We can't get a break around here can we?"
"That reminds me, Dean." I said. "I thought you were in hell."
"Things change. I've found favor with the Lord." He replied sarcastically.
"Is that sarcasm?" Carrie questioned genuinely.
"Surprisingly, no." Sam replied. "But that's a long story. How are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm okay." Carson replied with a deep breathe. "This is the first time I've been kidnapped by a demon who said some very scary things. But it's in the job description."
"Have you talked to Adam?"
"He was the first one I talked to. He doesn't know everything, it's not the kind of thing you explain over the phone."
"How is Adam? We haven't talked in a long time."
"You should talk to him." Carrie suggested. "He's the most badass hunter I know. You should use his help."
"With?"
"When don't you Winchesters need help?" She chuckled.
Silence.
"So Adam actually let you get into hunting?"
"Started as a way of protecting myself. Then it formed into a way of protecting others. He doesn't like it, but he watches my back when he can. He usually only let's me handle little stuff, you know, the occasional vengeful spirit. But I've done a lot more than he knows of."
"How old are you now? Last time I saw you you were only thirteen."
"I'm nineteen now." She nodded. "Anyway, it was nice seeing you and all, but I've gotta go to Fort Wayne. Devil's Hollow. Not as scary as it sounds, just some old hag who got her house burnt down and is tired of those young whippersnappers on her lawn. My cousin's getting real tired of him. I just came to warn you about, whatever. But it seems like you already knew demons were after you. I'll seeya round." She smiled, anxious to leave. The entire situation was just awkward.
"Yeah, seeya round. And be careful."
It was a long road to the Fort. Carrie had her radio playing softly and the windows down. Her heart rate was back to normal after all of the adrenaline.
"Hello, Carson."
She looked beside her to find a man in a trench coat sitting next to her. Her adrenaline started pumping again, this time different from the last.
"Don't be afraid."
She pulled off to the side of the country road and screeched to a stop. She assessed the situation in a millisecond and tried to open the door. It would not.
"Do you know what the name Carson means? Christian."
"Who are you?" She asked full of fear. Her arsenal was in the back, but she had a gun in her glove compartment. She went to grab it, but the man was having none of it.
"Do not reach for the gun. It won't help you much anyway."
"Who are you?" She asked slowly, trying not to show her clear fear. She was one to analyze a situation before doing anything rash, but this was crazy, And terrifying.
"My name is Castiel."
"What are you I guess is a better question." She said with a deep breathe.
"Tell me, Carson, do you believe in God?"
"Vaguely." She said.
"Elaborate." He replied with a curious look.
"I believe in something. Not what the organized religions classify as God. Still the same idea, but different. I believe in a God of Justice, as it were."
He nodded.
"Who are you?"
"I am an Angel of the Lord."
"That's. . .unlikely."
"But not impossible. You need to turn around and go back to the Winchesters."
"Why?"
"It's all a part of the plan."
"Why me?"
"There's a plan for everyone. This is yours."
And with that, he was gone.