Holly's POV
Dad, Dean, and I are sitting in the musty old motel. I have noticed that all I have seen Dean drink so far is beer, but for some reason, he is pretty much unaffected by his alcohol consumption. Dad has had a couple, but he is such a giant that I don't think a few even effect him.
Laying back in a chair, Dean laughs at the TV. Dad is on the computer, and I am hovering over his shoulder to see what he is doing.
'Power outages,' 'electric storms,' 'recent deaths' Dad types into the computer. Seeing as those are strange searches, I ask, "What are you looking for?"
Still typing, Dad replies, "I am looking for demonic omens that may show where any demons are. If they are nearby, they may be looking for you. We have the doors and windows salted, so demons should not be able to get in, and Dean already drew the symbol that rebels angels."
Looking around, I see large quantities of salt all over the place. "Salt really works?" I ask curiously.
"Yep," Dad confirms.
A little later, Dad goes out to get some ice. Dean is in the shower. I am all alone in the room, laying back on one of the beds. They said we were heading out later tonight, so I am just waiting on their orders.
It is so strange that my father's side of the family does nothing but hunt monsters. From how they are handling the situation, I'd say they are pretty good at hunting too. Hunting is a new term that I learned. Apparently, that is what the job title is. I do not get why Dad and Dean do such a dangerous job if they don't get paid. You would think that if they fight demons, ghosts, and vampires, they would get rewarded in some way. Unfortunately, that is not how they say it works.
According to Dad, they do the job because 'If we don't who would? Not many people are crazy enough to do what we do, and the job needs to get done somehow.'
I understand their reasoning, but I wish that they did not have such a dangerous job, and since I have met them, I have also learned that it takes up most of their time as well. That disappoints me because I desperately want to get to know Dad.
Suddenly, I absentmindedly see someone sneaking up behind Dad as he walks back with the ice. It is a stubby man with a black jacket and a baseball cap. I get this dreadful feeling, and the guy pulls out a knife. Before he can stab, Dad wipes around, and pulls out a knife of his own, stabbing the man in the gut. I gasp and jolt up on the bed. Dad then comes in the hotel room, the bloody knife in hand.
Jolting up again, I look around the room to find that it is the middle of the night. I have an awful headache, and I begin to wonder if everything was just a dream. I see Dean and Sam both asleep in the room, so I know that not everything was a dream, as we are still in the same musty, old hotel room. Laying back down, I find that the covers are soaked in sweat.
Another nightmare, I think to myself.
I have been getting them since I was a kid, always in great detail. Once I told Mom, but she explained to me it was normal to have a nightmare from time to time. When they became more frequent, she and Don took me to a sleep specialist, who could not find any physical or neurological reason for the nightmares. That is when I stopped telling people about my dreams altogether.
Knowing that I won't be able to go back to sleep, I decide to take a shower before the boys wake up.
To my surprise, around noon, Dean is watching a show on TV, laughing at whatever is on, a beer in his hand. Dad is on his computer, so I walk over to see what he is doing. I am baffled when I see his search history: 'Power outages,' 'electric storms,' 'recent deaths.'
"What are you looking for," I wearily ask.
When Dad starts to explain that they are demonic omens, I try to calm myself by slowing my breathing.
This has happened a few times before, my dreams coming true. I never thought much of it before, excusing it as deja vu.
Later, Dad goes out for ice, just as I had dreamt, but this time, I lay worriedly on the bed. There is this pit in my stomach that is telling me that something's is wrong. Not able to ignore my nightmare, I knock on the bathroom door yelling, "Dean! We have to go!" He does not even ask why, and the shower turns off in a matter of seconds.
I rush over to the door, concerned about Dad. As I go to open the door, Sam is on the other side with the knife that I saw the night before. As I remember, it has red dripping off its tip.
"They are after us," I say worriedly.
Dad nods, and goes to tell Dean, who just came out of the bathroom, fully dressed when Dean lets Sam know, "Holly already told me."
Looking over his shoulder, Dad looks at me with concern in his eyes.
We pack up and are in the car within minutes. Dean begins to drive away from the hotel, and Dad sits in the passenger's seat. I sit in the middle of the back, so I can see and talk to them both. I do not want to be left out of the conversation. After all, I am sure that any conversation they have will involve me.
After we have been on the road for a while, Dad lets out a long sigh. "You knew about the demon." It is not even a question. Facing me, he asks, "How did you know?"
I twiddle my thumbs for a minute before Dad coaxes me into telling him the truth. "I had a nightmare last night. It was almost exactly what happened. A stubby guy came up behind you with a knife." I explain what he was wearing, and Dad seems surprised.
Dean comments, "Now, Sam. You know she could not have known about that demon."
"Do these visions, nightmares, happen often?" Dad asks.
"They happen from time to time. These nightmares are different from other dreams. They are in greater detail than other dreams, and I get this pit in my stomach that something is off when I have them." I explain.
"Do you have any physical symptoms after these nightmares?"
"I get a headache," I admit. "I also sometimes wake up all sweaty as if I was burning up."
Dean looks at Sam and starts, "Wait. You don't think-?"
Sam answers, "It is possible."
"What are the two of you talking about?" I ask, very confused at what they are saying. Is there something wrong with me? Is this the demons or angels messing with my head? Have they been after me all my life? I am wondering all these things.
Dad looks at me for a while in silence then theorizes, "I do not know if it is possible, but you could have demon blood in you too."
Shocked, I yell, "Demon blood?" Stunned, I ask, "You think that I am a demon?" Tears well up in my eyes for the first time since I have met Sam and Dean. How could my own family think I am such a monster?
Dean pulls the Impala over, and Dad explains, "Azazel was a demon that killed our mom, your grandmother. He had these 'special children' picked out to be his soldiers in a demon war. All but one of the 'special children' were killed. They had demon blood in them. It is like a disease that they were infected with. The demon blood changed them, and they all had these special powers."
"You think that the demon came for me?" I ask.
"No. I shot him dead," Dean responds.
"Then how could I have demon blood in me?"
"I have it in me." The car goes quiet. Dad's shoulders slope in shame. His body language says guilty, and his head hangs low. "I have demon blood in my veins," He whispers.
Dean also has a somber expression.
I catch the tears in Dad's eyes as he admits, "You could have demon blood in you because of me. Because of what I am." I can tell Dad does not like the idea that I could potentially have demon blood in me because of him. I can see in his features that it has caused nothing but pain for Dad in the past. "I do not want you to have to go through what I have gone through, to see what I have seen, to do the things I have done, to feel the things that I have felt. It is not the life I want for you. You deserve better." Patting my knee, Dad says, "I am sorry."
"Sammy this is not your fault," Dean firmly states.
"It is my fault, Dean! I have a daughter, who I did not raise, and if it was not bad enough that I was not there for her, she has likely inherited my demon blood. This is my doing." Turning back to me, Dad wholeheartedly says, "I will do whatever I can to make this right."
I am so overwhelmed by everything that is being said. All I can do is try to fall asleep in the backseat. Dean mentioned that we were going to drive all night, so I might as well get some shuteye.
When I wake up, the sun is rising, and we are in another motel. Fortunately, this one is not as run down as the last. I vaguely remember Dad carrying me in while I was half asleep.
I have to say, that for the short amount of time that I have known Dad, I am very comfortable around him. He makes me feel safe like a father should. If I get back to 2029, I am going to find Dad there. It is like a missing piece of my life has been filled in.
Dean and Dad look like they stayed up all night, and they probably did. I listen to their conversation.
"If she has demon blood, that would explain why the demons and angels are after her," Dean says.
Dad nods in agreement. "It would make since. Azazel wanted me to lead a demon army. Some demon may be trying to finish the job by making Holly take my place."
Dean leans back in his chair. "The girl with the demon blood." Sarcastically, he says, "Great. Now I have to look after the boy and girl with the demon blood, and years ago, I thought having to worry about you going dark side was bad enough."
Dad sees that I am listening in, but he must not care because he continues talking.
"She does not even know about all of that. I do not want to overwhelm Holly." Glancing at me, Dad whispers to Dean, "She does not need to know all of the things I have done." I do not think he thought I could hear him, but I have attentive ears.
If the things Dad did were that awful, why does he appear to be such a good man? I can't picture him doing something violent without reason. He seems to be gentler than most people.
"Holly! Come over here," Dean says, grabbing his gun.
I slowly walk over to them.
My uncle smiles at me."I am going to teach you how to use a gun." He unloads the gun and hands it to me before explaining all of the safety procedures, how to fire, how top load the gun, and how to aim. I take in everything he says. Theoretically, this could save my life.
Dean wraps up by reminding me about gun safety. Dad rolls his eyes, "You do not even follow half those rules."
"Would you rather your daughter get shot?" Dean quips.
Narrowing his eyes, Dad talks in a serious tone. "I am glad that you told her about gun safety. I was not implying that she should not know. I was saying that you should use those more Dean."
"Hey, if I kept the safety on all the time, we would have been dead several times over," Dean replies.
Dad shrugs. "Fair enough."
Realizing that I am in the same clothes as yesterday and do not have any others with me, I ask, "Dad, can I go get some clothes? I don't want to keep wearing these."
Sam nods. "Yes, but we will be coming with you. Demons can disguise themselves as humans. They can possess anyone."
"In other words, do not trust anyone but Sammy and me," Dean mentions, pointing to himself and his brother.
Seeing a problem in their reasoning, I ask, "Couldn't demons possess you?"
Dad and Dean each tug on one side of their collar revealing a tattooed pentagram. "Anti-possession symbols," Dad states. He rummages through a bag before pulling out a necklace with the same symbol carved into it. "Put this on, and Demons will be unable to possess you."
Slipping on the necklace, I say, "Thanks?" It kind of looks like something devil worshippers would use.
I must have said my thoughts aloud because Dean waves his arms saying, "No way. We hate Lucifer. In fact, we put him back in the cage."
"You're joking. Right?" I hope they are joking.
"Not in the slightest," Dean says.
"This is a weird family," I comment.
Dad smiles and shrugs." You're part of it now."
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