"I'm sure you have some questions..."
"You're damn right we have some questions," Dean all but yelled.
I focused my attention on him for a moment. "Calm down will ya? If I wanted to hurt anyone here, don't you think I would've done that already?"
Dean looked like he was about to shoot my head off before his brother set a hand on his shoulder. "He's got a point, Dean. You can calm down just a little. Besides, he's behind salt."
Dean reluctantly lowered his shotgun, but remained looking at me as though he was waiting for me to do something he didn't like.
Sam turned to me. "So you were behind those hellhound attacks?"
I let out a dry chuckle and shook my head. "No. Why would I do something to put a giant "Demon Here" sign? And you're implying that I tried to get my friend killed."
I watched Dean shrug out of the corner of my eye. "Maybe your soul count was running a little low and you needed to bring something to the big boss."
I visibly rolled my eyes. "I left hell a long time ago. I wanted nothing to do with hell or demons or hunters."
Sam seemed surprised by my answer. "You left hell? Why would a demon willingly leave hell?"
I sighed a bit. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not like most demons. I didn't like the lifestyle very much. I started working the crossroads but I got demoted to "Keeper of the Hounds" when the bosses found out I would try get my clients out of their deals. After the apocalypse, I figured no-one would notice if I was gone. So you could say I ran away."
"A demon with a conscience?" Dean questioned. "Wow. Next thing we're going to find is a unicorn," he said sarcastically. "How long have you been riding in that poor son of a bitch?" he asked. He sighed, clearly getting sick of me when I frowned in confusion. "Your meat-suit. The person whose body you're in," he explained, acting like I was a four year old.
"Oh," I finally understood. I looked down at my body for the first time in a long time with the memory that this wasn't my actual body. "Uh, a couple of years now," I said. "But there's no soul in here, in case you were wondering. It's all me," I quickly added.
The two hunters didn't seem convinced. "How can we be sure you're telling the truth? How do we know the real Mark Fischbach isn't still in there?" Dean questioned me.
I laughed. I couldn't help it, but I found that funny. "Mark Fischbach isn't a real person, nor was he ever. When I left hell, I recreated myself as Mark. Mark is me and I am him."
It was their turn to be confused. "We did our research on you, er Mark, and we found so much about him being a good person. The guy donates to charity at almost every turn,"Sam said.
I nodded, understanding why he'd bring that up. After all, it wasn't really in a demon's natural to go out of their way for the good of humanity like I have. "Well I thought that no-one would ever suspect me to be a d-... what I am if I did." Sam nodded as though he understood, meanwhile Dean looked less than convinced, though he remained silent about it. "I figured that if I made an effort to actually put myself out there and be a good person, demons and hunters wouldn't come looking for me," I continued. "I thought I'd be able to live in peace."
A couple of moments of silence passed before Sam spoke again. "Your dog?" he questioned, causing everyone to focus on Chica.
"Yeah. What about her?"
"I thought dogs don't like the supernatural and yet she's just lying there right next to you."
"Oh," I said, patting Chica's head. "Chica's not a normal dog."
I heard Dean chuckle. "What? She's some hellhound in disguise?" he joked.
I looked up at him and nodded. "That's actually spot on. She was my hound back when I still worked for hell. I took her with me when I left."
I watched Dean's face drop in disbelief. He turned to his brother, "He's got a freaking hellhound. It could've killed us."
I shook my head. "Chica's a sweetheart. She's trained not to attack anyone without my say so."
"Oh, that's even better. The hellhound's trained to only listen to the demon. Remind me why that should make me feel any better."
"Cause I was Keeper of Hounds. I trained almost all the hellhounds you hunters probably run into." I motioned my head over the salt line at the door to the living room. "Including that one over there."
Both hunters looked over to where I motioned. I could see the large dog but I know they couldn't. Sam turned back to me. "Are you serious?"
I nodded. "I could get it to leave us alone now and go back to hell. Or we'll have to wait until morning. They're all trained to leave at sunrise. it's your choice."
The hunters exchanged looks. "You're seriously not going to trust him, are you Sam?"
Sam shrugged. "We can try Dean. Besides, if he doesn't comply you can shoot him."
I didn't say anything and waited for them to make a decision. While the two hunters argued over whether or not I could be trusted, I found myself looking at Jack. The man had been silent the entire time, looking at the ground the entire time. Whenever he did dare look up at me, his eyes were filled with fear and his face looked like something of shock. I hated seeing that look on him. All I wanted to do was take back everything and reset this day, so he didn't have to live through this.
Sam walking into my field of vision and stopping outside the circle of salt brought me out of my thoughts. He looked down at me. "We're trusting you here."
I nodded and watched him break the circle. I stood up quietly and walked over to the hellhound on the other side of the salt with Dean behind me, shotgun aimed at me all the time. Once close enough, I squatted down in front of the dog and let my eyes go black. I spoke softly and quietly to the dog, watching it calm down and relax the more I spoke. It didn't take long for me to get the dog to sit in front of me. Very softly I spoke a single word, "Home", in enochian. I stood and watched as the large black dog stood up and turn around before running off.
I turned back to face the hunters, not before letting my eyes go back to normal. "It's gone for now. But it's not safe to stay here."
Dean nodded. "For once I have to agree with you. We're leaving." He looked back at Jack and then me. "All of us."
Now I've been on quite a few road trips, but this one was definitely the most interesting one by far. Jack sat upfront in their Impala with Dean behind the wheel. I sat in the back with Sam and Chica. Chica sat by the window cause Dean didn't trust having a hellhound next to his brother while I sat with some mystical handcuffs on. The two hunters tell me they're suppose stop me from using demonic powers, but then again I wouldn't have even without the handcuffs.
Jack and I had no idea where we were going and it seemed like this trip was going to be long and filled with silence... Well, it could've been worse I guess...
A/N: Hello lovely readers! I really enjoy writing this fic and I would love to hear what you all think about it. I would really appreciate it. Plus it would give me a couple of extra ideas and what not. So thank you all for reading this far!