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When Abigail was six months old, a demon found the Winchester home. Castiel had returned to Heaven for a few days or weeks, so Bridget and Abigail were home alone. Bridget was attempting to put her daughter down for a nap when she heard the sound of breaking glass coming from the living room. Abigail, who had nearly been asleep, whimpered at the noise.
"It's okay," Bridget whispered, eyes flickering towards the door and window. "We'll be fine."
While she was reassuring her daughter, Bridget pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to her father and uncle. She slipped her phone back into her pocket when she spotted movement in the hallway.
"All alone? How unfortunate," a voice said mockingly as the demon came into view. Bridget bit her lower lip nervously. The demon had possessed the body of an older woman, a secretary to some business by the look of her clothes. She looked just years away from retiring.
"You're alone, too," Bridget stated. "No buddies? My dad said that demons normally came in two or threes."
"I don't need them," the demon replied. "You're hardly a threat to me. Your daddy didn't even bother to train you properly." The demon's eyes landed on Abigail, who had started to become restless again. "What an adorable little girl. There's so much I could do with her."
"You're not going to touch my daughter," Bridget said quietly. Her voice was cold and hard.
"I'm not?" the demon asked mockingly. "But I am. I'll bash her head against the wall repeatedly until her skull splits open. I'll skin her and use her skin for a lampshade or a purse. I'll make her into a puppet and kill her painfully, slowly, in front of you and there will be nothing you or your daddy can do. By the time your father gets here, you'll both be dead."
The demon stepped into the room but could go no further. Bridget gave a wry smile as she realized the demon was inside the Devil's Trap that was painted under the carpet.
"I should have said you can't touch my daughter," she said. "After the last demon attack that sent me into labor and with a new baby in the house, my father and uncle decided to demon-proof the house. I guess it worked."
The demon snarled in rage. Bridget frowned as Abigail began to cry. The teenager hoped her father would arrive soon. She didn't know how to handle a captured demon. She only knew the basics of how to protect herself. She had never had much interest in hunting and the supernatural to learn beyond that.
Sam arrived first. He burst into the house, not sure what to expect. He had seen the broken window already. If the demon had gone through the doors, it wouldn't have gotten very far into the house, but it hadn't.
Sam's stomach lurched as he spotted the demon trapped just inside the nursery, with Abigail and Bridget still inside the room. He hadn't expected the demon to get that far. Bridget had been fortunate she was inside the nursery when the demon broke in. If she hadn't been…Sam didn't even want to imagine the possibilities.
The younger of the Winchester brothers hesitated when he considered what tio do with the demon. Killing it in front of Bridget was out of the question. Dean would probably never talk to Sam again if he did that. However, letting the demon out of the Devil's Trap and taking it elsewhere was too risky. Sam couldn't risk it getting away and coming after Bridget and Abigail again. Exorcism was looking like his only choice. Sam could only hope that the woman the demon was possessing wasn't already dead.
It was a pity that Bridget was watching. Sam would have liked to interrogate the demon and find out what it was after. Was it just out for revenge or did the demon have an ulterior motive?
A relieved expression came over Bridget's face as her uncle came into view. As Sam began to recite in Latin, she heard the sound of Dean barging into the house. Black smoke billowed out of the demon's mouth. Dean was coming down the hallway as the exorcism was completed. The body the demon had been possessing collapsed on the ground. Bridget let out a squeak of surprise.
"Are you all right?" Dean demanded as he went to his daughter, stepping over the collapsed woman to do so. "Are you both all right?"
"I'm fine," Bridget assured her father. "The demon couldn't touch us. Nothing happened besides it describing graphically what it would do to Abigail." The teenager turned slightly green as she remembered what the demon had said.
Dean looked like he wanted to hit something. If only the demon hadn't been exorcised already.
Sam checked the pulse of the woman. He couldn't feel anything. When Dean's eyes met his, he shook his head with a frown. She was dead. No doubt the demon had ridden her too hard and her heart had given out.
"Should we take her to the hospital?" Bridget asked as she also looked at the woman.
"No point," Dean muttered. "It's too late. Half the time when a demon possesses someone, they end up dead."
Bridget looked away. She had known that. Still, she had never physically seen it before.
"Why don't you take Abigail into your room," Dean said. "Me and Sam will take care of her."
Bridget wanted to protest, to say that she wanted to help and that she wanted to make sure the woman's family knew what had happened to her, but Dean's voice made it clear that he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Sure," she muttered instead and picked up her daughter. Sam had moved the body out of the way so Bridget wasn't forced to step over it. Bridget was grateful for the action.
Once inside her room, Bridget broke down in tears.
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