I looked up and I saw fear in Dean's eyes.
"Dallas?" I heard Sam's voice brake. I continued looking into Deans eyes, searching for answers to questions that have been hidden for too long. What happened to me? Who am I? What am I? I then felt a rush of anger that took over my body and my emotion and I knew that something was wrong, that I would not be able to control my actions; someone else would.
*Sam's Point of view*
Dallas wasn't Dallas anymore, it was obvious. Her eyes were pitch black, like a demon. She blinked and those black eyes were violet again like Dallas, but it wasn't Dallas. I looked at Dean and I could see how devastated he was. Dallas was all he had in this world other than me. She was his only hope to a normal life, even when we were out fighting the things that are not normal, the things that go bump in the night.
"Dallas? Are you there?" Dean finally choked out. It jerked its head toward Dean and began to speak, "I'm sorry Dallas is not in right now. Please leave a message after the beep," She moved her eyes in my direction, "Beep."
A long moment passed before Dean walked into a room and slammed the door; I heard the lock shortly after. I looked back at the thing that was inside of Dallas.
"Oh Sammy. Why so serious?" She stepped off the couch, making her face inches away from mine.
"Where's Dallas?" I asked
"Well hello to you to Sam Winchester." She continued, "Oh don't worry, she'll be back soon." She began to walk around the cabin, as if she hadn't been here her whole life; I followed closely.
"What do you mean 'she'll be back soon'?
She turned around to face me, "It's pretty self explanatory Sammy. Dallas will return to you and her precious Dean soon."
I grabbed onto its arm and pulled it close, "Who and what are you!" I shouted
She looked at me for a moment before breaking off her stare, "I'm a demon. Dallas' demon. I guess you can call me her 'alter ego', like her Dark Angel." She grinned
I released her arm and began making my way towards the room Dean locked himself in. The memories were coming to me way too fast. We knew Dallas was special like me but, this is not what we were expecting.
"Oh c'mon Sammy, it's not that bad. I mean she could have become a psychic freak like you." I turned around, grabbed her neck, and threw her against the wall. She got right back up and smiled a smile of a demon.
"You really gotta be careful. Don't forget that this is still Dallas' body." And she was right. Dallas' was still trapped, helpless in her own body. How could I have been so stupid to let my anger hurt her like that?
The door to the room that Dean had locked himself in opened and he came out with a shotgun in his right hand and a bottle of water in the other; holy water. I looked into his eyes and noticed the pain and the realization that the one person he cares about most has been the things him and I have been hunting most of our lives.
"Hello Dean. It feels so good to finally meet you." She said greeting him with a smile
"Shut up Bitch. Where is Dallas!" he shouted as he brought the gun up to his face, pointing at the demon standing before me, ready to pull the trigger.
"Dean, put the gun down!" I demanded. If he shot that thing, he would lose Dallas forever. "DEAN!"
I heard a shriek escape from the demons mouth as it collapsed on the floor. Dean and I ran to Dallas' body. Dean brushed Dallas' hair away from her face to find her eyes shut and her face pale. He checked her pulse and looked up at me. "She's still alive" he muttered while he picked her and brought her to the room down the hall. I followed him into the room and helped him get her comfortable in the large bed in the middle of the room.
Once we were done, Dean and I walked out of the room and into the living room where it all happened.
"Sammy, what just happened?"
*Dallas' point of view*
I walked into a room full of mirrors, like the ones you would see at a fair. The walls behind the mirrors were black, the mirrors reached the ceiling; leaving spaces between each mirror. There was barely any light, just the one coming from a door that was on the other side of the room.
As I got closer to the door the hall way began to stretch, making it look as if the door was miles away. I stopped in my tracks and looked around the rooms and at my reflection, but it wasn't me who was in the mirror. It was a woman who was beautiful; she had blonde hair that reached her hips, pink full lips and pitch black eyes.
I walked towards a mirror to get a better look at the woman in the mirror. Once a reached the mirror, I noticed two dark figures walking toward me from behind. I turned around and saw that the figures were Sam and Dean, but they were bleeding. Blood was dripping from their eyes and running down their faces. It was all happening so fast. I tried to run away, to call for help but I was paralyzed. My body wouldn't move when I wanted it to and my voice wouldn't work. They moved closer to me and at that moment I realized that I have had a dream that was very similar to this one, right before Sam woke me up. Once Sam and Dean were close enough to me, my body began to function and I could feel my legs begin to run. I was moving toward the door on the other side of the room. When I reached it I opened it, ran inside and locked it without hesitation. And there I was, lying in a black coffin that was covered in dozens and dozens of red and white roses. I was dead. I began to walk towards my dead body when I noticed a woman leaning over the edge of the coffin, staring at my corpse. I looked at her and realized that she was the girl in the mirror; she was my reflection. The blonde then looked up at me and that's when her eyes went black.
I jolted up out of the bed and through myself on the floor. I could see the door whip open and there they were the two figures in my dream, minus the blood; Dean and Sam Winchester.
They raced to me and brought me to my feet. "Hello boys." I said, trying to make it look like I intended on falling off the bed. They let go of me and looked at me with a strange expression on their faces.
"Dallas?" Sam said
"Yeah?"
Sam looked at Dean and then all of a sudden I was being brought to the couch. I took a seat and watched Dean and Sam make themselves comfortable next to me with questions on their mind.
"Dallas? Do you remember anything?" Dean asked
I had to actually think before answering the question because the truth was, I didn't. Sam noticed that I was struggling and he said "It's okay Dallas you don-"I then remembered everything. "I remember feeling a rush of evil take over my body—if that makes sense—and then I remember hearing you talking to me and asking me questions about who or what I was. But I couldn't answer; it was as if I had no control over my body like I was just a witness and nothing else. What happened?" Sam looked at Dean and then Dean nodded his head.
"We think you might have been possessed. " Sam muttered under his breath, making it hard for me to make out what he was saying.
"Possessed? But that's impossible! There was no black smoke, Sam. THERE WAS NOTHING! You saw it with your own eyes!"
"I know we did but Dallas' it told us it was a demon. We don't know what else to believe." Sam said
"What else did it say?" I asked
"It said it was your Dark Angel. Like an alter ego." Dean responded. I looked at him and noticed that he looked different; worn out. What am I doing to these boys?
"Alter ego? What is that like a Doppelganger?"
"Not exactly," Sam continued looking back and forth from me to Dean, "A Doppelganger is like a body double or look-a-like. What we saw was more than a look-a-like. A person with an alter ego is said to lead a double life, like having two half's. In your case, your other half is a demon."
"That's insane." I whispered.
"Nothing's insane Dallas'." Dean added
"But the real question is how do we summon it again." Sam said "Why would you summon it!" I yelled
"It has answers Dallas!" Dean shouted. I sat there with confusion on my face. What question could you possibly want to ask a demon! "What if it hurts you?"
"It won't." Sam said with confidence
"How do you know that!"
"Look Dallas, the demon had a perfect chance to kill us. But it didn't-"
"That doesn't mean you give it another chance to murder you!" My voice grew louder with every word.
"You have to trust us Dallas." Dean whispered to me with desperation in his face. I didn't know what to do or say. If they summon this thing it might hurt them, maybe even kill them, and then what?
"Just-"
"Fine!" I shouted. "But do it quickly before I change my mind."
"Thank you." Dean whispered in my ear while he got up.
He and Sam were standing in front of me with his father's journal in one hand and holy water in the other. "But the prayer you were reciting before, that was to exorcise a demon?" I asked
"Well, yes. If we get it angry enough, it will take over your body. Now just stay still."
Sam began the exorcism and that's when I felt the anger in the pit of my stomach once again. Something bad is going to happen and I have no control over it.
*Sam's point of view*
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu + Christi, eradicare et effugare a Dei Ecclesia, ab animabus..."
While I was reading I heard a moan coming from Dallas; but I knew it wasn't Dallas. Its head jerked up and screamed. I stopped reading and stared at the demon that was sitting on the couch.
"Who are you?" Dean yelled. It looked at me while answering Dean's question.
"Patience is key my friend." It said with a huge grin on its face.
"I am not your friend! You understand me!" Dean shouted while pointing the holy water in the demons direction.
"Easy now. I was just trying to lighten up the mood Dean." It joked while getting on its feet.
"Who are you?" Dean screamed
"I told you I'm Dallas' alter ego"
"Bullshit!"
"Fine. I don't have to prove myself to you." She said while making her way towards the cabin door. We can't let her leave.
"Cristo!" I shouted, hoping it would give us a few more minutes with the demon. Her body jerked and she turned around to face us.
"Know that we have your attention. Who are you and what do you want?" I asked
She let out a breath and looked at us with anger in her eyes. "How many times do I have to repeat myself before you two morons understand? I am her Dark Angel also known as her alter ego. I am like her own personal demon. "
"Why would she need a demon?" Dean shouted
"Calm down honey, there is no need for you to be shouting." She said smiling while she said it. "Look, there is a war coming, you see. Sound familiar Sam? Bet it does. And Dallas is chosen to be a part of it. And you want to know her 'power'? Me." I looked at her in shock. I knew Dallas was like me but it doesn't follow the pattern. She isn't twenty three yet and well let's be honest. Having a demon for a power isn't very useful if you ask me. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about Sammy. You were chosen too. But, you see, I'm not chosen to lead us. You are." "Oh and by the way there are other ways to summon me without the pain of an exorcism." She added.
"How then?" Dean asked
"How about calling me? It would make my life a whole lot easier."
"Okay so when I say bitch, will you come?" Dean teased
"That's very rude Dean. Do you normally talk to Dallas like that?"
"You're not Dallas. You're just an evil bitch!" Dean shouted. She stepped forward and grabbed onto Deans neck and raised him up off the ground. "You call me bitch one more time I promise you will never see your precious Dallas ever again. GOT THAT!" She hissed through her teeth. She released her grip on his neck and he fell on the floor on all fours. She kicked him in the stomach and turned around to look at me.
"It's Darcy." She let her arms fall to her sides.
"What?"
"My name. It's Darcy."