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As the shot that Pathalic fired rang through the air, I heard two things: first, the sound of Dean screaming my name, and then the sound of its evil laugh ring out and echo throughout the room.
At some point between the bullet leaving the gun and making its way over to me, years of training kicked in and I had flung myself to the side. The bullet just grazed over my stomach, causing the wound to bleed profusely, and then lodged itself into my right hip.
I couldn't help but cry out in pain as I hit the floor, blood already starting to seep through my clothes. I started reciting the exorcism that Sam had taught me before he left. The demon looked at me with a snarl and started in my direction. He realized a little too late that he was standing over a rug with a devil's trap hidden under it that Dean and I had put there the night before when the demon was out.
His growl became deeper then turned into a scream of pure pain. A scream I, myself, would have liked to unleash at that moment but I needed to finish the job. As I recited the last words the Pathalic flew out of the man's mouth in a cloud of black smoke. Dean dropped to the ground, the invisible force releasing him, making him land on the floor with small 'oomph'.
"Who knew that out of all the devil's traps we rigged this place with that this is the one we ended up needing," I joked a little out of breath. The adrenaline was starting to fade and I was highly conscious of the bullet that was stuck in my pelvis.
"Who knew that you were actually right about where to put one. Seriously, with your luck I don't know how the bullet didn't bounce off your hip and shoot into your brain." Dean tried to take my mind off the pain and it worked too. As he pulled me to my feet and wrapped an arm around me, supporting most of my weight, we made our way outside and to his beloved Impala.
"Thanks for letting me do the exorcism."
He just smirked down at me, "I figured you would want some type of revenge on the son of a bitch."
"Well, good going Sherlock, the demon was in there after all," I teased trying to ignore the stabbing pain in my hip.
"You don't say," he rolled his eyes as he opened the passenger side door and helped me in the car before jogging around to the driver's side, "alright, let's go get you checked out."
"What?" I questioned putting pressure on my wound to try and stop the bleeding, "Why? Just take me back to the motel room, it's not that bad. I can use my belt as a tourniquet."
"Rilo, you're bleeding all over my seats, we're going," Dean replied pulling out onto the residential street and heading towards the nearest emergency room.
The pain in my side was nothing compared to the thought that if Sam found out he might choose to stay at school. Normally, Sam would have been the one dragging me kicking and screaming to get checked out before staying with me until I was able to leave but he had a new life now. A new life that didn't involve me, he had chosen to live in a world without me and I didn't want to deal with the rejection if he didn't show.
"Hey, Dean," I started and the seriousness in my voice made him glance over in my direction, "I'll go get checked out, if you don't call Sam." _
It had been a little less than a day since I was shot. The doctors wanted to keep me for a few days to make sure infection didn't set in and to do some very painful physical therapy.
I was laying in bed watching horrible day-time TV and Dean was sitting in a chair next to me, pretending to watch the television screen that was set on the wall opposite us. I say pretending because he kept glancing over to me and I could tell he was deep in thought about something.
"Alright Dean, spill," I demanded turning off the TV and shifting in starched bed sheets so I could see him better.
"What are you talking about?" he asked innocently. I, being his little sister, saw right through it.
"Don't do the whole innocent little child act, that's my card to play," I complained. He looked down at his hands for a few seconds before peering back up to me.
"I called Sam," he mumbled and averted his eyes. I about died.
"You what!?" There was a slight spike in my heart monitor when I had registered what he said this. "How could you? You promised!" He looked a little ashamed at admitting that he had called our brother but then there was also the sadness in his eyes and that's when I knew. "He didn't pick up, or call back...did he…"
It wasn't a question because I already knew the answer.
"I'm sorry," came his quiet reply.
"You should have just listened to me." I could see that guilt of this situation was getting to him. So I decided to change the subject. "When's dad getting here?"
"That's the other thing," he wasn't coming. "Pastor Jim called dad about a hunt, he's not going to be here for about a week." I could tell that Dean was upset with dad for taking a job when his little girl needed him and upset with Sam for not picking up or calling back.
"It's probably better that way anyways. Us against the world, right?" Even as I said this I felt tear build up in my eyes. I quickly blinked them away but not before Dean saw.
"Us against the world," he confirmed putting a reassuring hand over my own.
Us against the world. I thought. The odds didn't look appealing but it was as good as I had ever known
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