Chapter Four; Guilty as they get

Hazel had hot-wired one of Bobby's cars. She just hoped he'd forgive her. Hazel didn't want to waste time in asking besides she was told to come alone. Hazel took hold the sharp edge hunting knife. It was a pretty knife with a wooden handle with engravements on the blade. Hazel must admit that she did feel guilty about taking it from Sam. He hadn't even noticed when she first did it. She took the knife from her boot then checked her hand-gun. Her uncle Daniel had given it to her on her seventh birthday. Yeah, Hazel thought it was an odd present too at first.

She wondered up to the house seeing the lights on. There was no one in from what she could see except a mess. Her phone rang again. She answered wordlessly.

"Good you made it" The same cruel voice crackled through the phone. Hazel didn't respond. She couldn't get rid of the ever growing cold feeling. "no one followed you, right?" When the man realised he wasn't going to get a response he laughed. "Cat got your tongue, hun?" The man joked. "Fine, Fine. I'll tell you where to meet us. There's an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. Used to be owned my Keleen & Co. Hazel knew where it was so she hung off. Once more glance through the home window before she took off running.

Hazel reached the warehouse but stopped. She couldn't help but wonder where Derek was. Hazel didn't like him and he didn't like her but he was Nathan's father. She was also beginning to wonder where her little sister was, Emory. She was only six at the moment.

Hazel had her gun under her leather jacket before pushing open the rusty doors. She wondered further into the warehouse past all the machinery till she reached a clearing. Hazel green eyes instantly locked onto her nine years old brother. She ducked down behind a piece of equipment and she brought a hand to her lip. Telling him to be quite. He nodded despite his whimpering and crying. Her little brother was in pain and it made Hazel angry.

She watched as a man dressed rather casually walked in front of her brother. He was huge compared to her. Tall. She took out her gun. Pulled back the hammer already knowing the safety was off.
Bang!.
The man dropped to the floor and Hazel made the mistake of dropping her gun. It clattered on the stone floor as she rushed over to her brother. Hazel made quick work of the bonds.
Hazel realised too late what had happened. Hazel watched as if everything went in slow motion. Her baby brother's eyes widened his mouth opening to scream.

Hazel felt a hand grabbed her shoulder and yank her back to the floor. It was the man she had shot, blood soaked through his clothes yet he stayed standing. Hazel scrambled to her feet bringing her hands up in the instinctive boxing stance.

The man laughed and his eyes turned black trying to scare her. Which it did. He charged at her with a fist ready. She ducked under his arm and turned. He swivelled around trying to attack her again. Hazel was fast on her feet. She'd always have been. She kept dodging his attacks for the most part but every so often he'd get a hit in. She'd stagger back breathless and repeat.

"Fight back Haze!" Nathans shirl voice rang out. "Please!" He begged. Hazel's attention turned her little brother for a fraction of a second. The black eyed man took his chance. Tackling her to the floor.
Her head hit the floor hard and black dots covered her blurry vision. moments before the man hit her again and everything for Hazel turned dark.

The black eyed monster tied her unconscious body up before splashing her with water. "Where's - where is Emory?" She breathed out once she regained consciousness. The man cackled.
Nathan whimpered and started crying again. The man crouched down in front of her. A cruel smirk on his face.
"Ah, you don't know" The man mused.
"Know what?" Hazel bit back. Her green eyes full of fear as she glared at him. If her baby brother wasn't here she probably wouldn't be acting so bravely.

Then Hazel noticed something. Her brother, Nathan was cowering in the corner but he wasn't tied up. She hoped the demon would forget about him. All she could do was hope.

"Your stepfather Derek's in jail" The demon drawled. "Emory and Nathan over there are supposed to be in a foster-home"

"What?" Hazel said in shock.

The black eyed man gave another cackle. Thoroughly enjoying Hazel's distress. She was shaking whether she would like to admit. Hazel head was pounding and the ever deepening pit her stomach just made her feel sick. She was scared. Scared for her brother's life, scared for her sister's life, scared for her own life.

It was a feeling Hazel didn't want to feel ever again. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "What do you mean Derek's gone to Jail?" Hazel asked. It wasn't that she was bothered Derek went to jail. She was actually pleased but the look the black eyed man was giving her just made her skin crawl.

"Fine, I'll tell you" He stood up and walked away picking up the gun she had dropped early and cocking it. The sly grin never leaving his face. "You ran away, what six? eight months ago?" The black eyed man questioned.

"Eight" Hazel looked past him to Nathan. Who was still frozen in fear? She just wanted him to run leave and get out of this place.

"You see you weren't reported missing by Derek. The school did. An investigation was started they realised that everything in your possession had stayed in that house. Which was odd for a runaway. They then noticed Derek's alcoholism. They then discovered that Emory and Nathan were being neglected. "

Hazel eyes widened in horror. The man laughed. "No," He said sharply. "Derek didn't hurt them just forgot he had kids."

The black eyed man smirked at her. "and whose fault is that?" He questioned.

Then in dawned on Hazel. A feeling of guilt rising up her whole body. If she never ran away Emory and Nathan would still have a family, she would've been there to look after them. If she had been there this man never would've taken Nathan. This whole thing never would've happened if she hadn't run away.

"You're the only one Derek hurt," The black eyed demon said before turning in Nathan's directions.
"NATE!" Hazel screamed. "Run!" She yelled. "Nathan!"

The nine-year-old tried to run but no to no avail. The black eyed man caught him before he reached the door. Nathan was whimpering for Hazel to help him but she couldn't do anything.

But what the black eyed man didn't know was when he turned his back to catch Nathan. Hazel made her move, she slipped the knife from her boot and took it. Sawing through the rope behind her. The man dragged Nathan kicking and screaming.
"Don't" Hazel breathed out. "Please - don't hurt him" Hazel cried out. Tears welling in her eyes and a tingling sensation on her face.

The black eyed man tightened his grip on the nine-year-old. The boy screamed out while the black eyed man laughed. Hazel had turned to begging. Tear's were rolling down her face as she begged the man to let her brother go.

It only seemed to encourage the black eyed man. He pulled out a gun. Her gun. Nathan stilled not daring to breathe when the barrel was pressed against his temple. Hazel froze too her glass green eyes rounded in fear.

Bang!

"No!" Hazel screamed. She didn't even realise she was screaming or crying. Hazel was consumed with a pain in her chest. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Her mind was going too fast for her to think straight. She just kept hearing the gun shot in her ears and watching her baby brother's corpse drop to the floor. Agony. That what Hazel felt, Agony and Lost.

The man was laughing, crimped with laughter. She'd never forget that gravely deep throaty laugh. "You want to know why this happening?" The black eyed man smirked. "Because you're a Winchester. And one by one each Winchester will fall. Starting with you?"

Hazel spotted movement behind the black eyed man. Hazel took the knife that she had behind her and finished cutting through the rope. She waited.

There was a sharp whistle in the air. The black eyed man turned around to face Sam and Dean. At this point in time, Hazel hadn't even recognised them. All she knew was that the monster that killed her brother was in front of her. And Hazel knew she would Kill it.

A dark look crossed over Hazel as she sprang to her feet without warning and jumped on the back of the demon. Before anyone could react she stabbed the blade into its neck. Instead of blood pouring out it was a soft orange glow. The creature scream and collapsed. Hazel somehow managed to land on her feet. She stared at Sam and Dean who were just now lowering their guns.

"Nathan" She whispered. "Nathan!" Hazel yelled panic in her voice as she rushed over to the still warm body. Deep down Hazel knew her brother was dead, Dean and Sam could see the single bullet hole in the nine-year old's temple.

Hazel pulled the boy into her lap and she bowed over him, clutching his body. Crying, screaming.

Sam stepped forward but was stopped by Dean. "She needs some time to process this," He said quietly. Sam nodded. Both brothers knew what it was like to lose siblings.

Hazel was guilty of running away from home, she was guilty of abandoning her siblings. Guilty for not being there for her brother when he needed it.
Dean was guilty of not realising it sooner, guilty for letting his daughter running away and watch her brother's death. Dean was Guilty of not protecting his only daughter.
Sam was guilty of not paying attention when his niece ran off to face this demon, Sam was guilty of letting her steal a knife and kill a demon and not doing it himself.