Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell
It was love from above like it saved me from hell
She had fire in her soul, it was easy to see
How the devil himself could be pulled out of me
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Kerrie shook out her hair. It had gotten rained on, despite her best efforts, and looked like the fire had been put out. She ran her fingers through the red tresses impatiently as the Winchesters rolled up in the Impala. After getting out, somewhat awkwardly due to his sheer size, Sam walked around to hand her the book he was holding.
"This is the exorcism ritual I memorized," he told her, his chest now extremely close to her face, forcing her to take a small step back and blush.
She took it, her fingers brushing his, and murmured, "Thanks," glancing up from beneath her mascara-ed eyelashes.
Dean cleared his throat and pointed at the lower windows of the house. "All boarded up."
"I guess so that kids can't get inside," Sam observed, smiling.
"Aw c'mon, Sam, didn't you ever take a girl to a 'haunted house' just to get some action?" Dean asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Sam frowned, smiling back ruefully. "No," he replied, shrugging.
"Jeez, what did you even do in college?" Dean answered, bewildered, and wandered down the path to the front door of the Gettysburg house.
Kerrie giggled, and then quickly formed her pokerface when Sam looked at her accusingly. She smiled innocently in response.
"I say we just barge in there and blow them all to smithereens," Kerrie proclaimed.
"Keep your voice down, sheesh," Dean whispered-yelled, exasperated.
Another giggle.
Sam was beginning to rely on that sound to keep him somewhat pleasantly entertained.
A sound came from inside the giant house.
"Oh great, you blew our element of surprise," Dean hissed at Kerrie. She just shrugged.
"I'm not Chuck Norris, man," she shot back. "I recognize other elements."
Sam started to laugh, then the sight of two demons swaggering from behind the house sobered him.
"Oh good, they have the girl," one of the two parasites wearing a tall, stocky construction workers meatsuit said to the other.
"Well, there's your answer to whether they're working for Crowley," Sam spat to Kerrie, pulling out Ruby's knife.
Kerrie shook her head slowly, a wry smile forming on her red tinged lips. "Should've guessed. Once a useless bag of douche, always a useless bag of douche."
One of the tall men growled at her, his fully black eyes narrowing.
"What are you gonna do? Tell on me to big dick Crowley? What a way to lose a soul," she chortled with laughter.
The demons seethed at her.
"What are you doing?" Dean hissed at her through clenched teeth, training his angel blade at one of the demons.
"Juuuuust watch," she answered with a cheeky grin, and waltzed up the men. "Isn't this why you're here? To draw me out? So where is your oh-so-fearless leader? Didn't come himself because he knows I can kill you without laying a hand on you?"
One of the demons looked at the other and a barely there shake of the head was exchanged.
They faced her and one of them reached out to grab her. Sam lunged forward. "Kerrie!"
"Don't worry, Sam," she said without looking at him, and her words rang true. She reached out her hand and touched the demon skin-to-skin. The contact seem harmless, but the demon let out a strangled scream. She let go and he stumbled back.
"Full demons can't make bare contact with me. My body possesses the grace of an angel," she mouthed in the direction of the flabbergasted Winchesters. "Not literally, of course," she added, chuckling. "Still as clumsy as ever."
"Well, then," Dean answered, and Kerrie swore she could hear a bit of pride in his voice. She grinned.
The other demon was taking tiny steps back from her.
"So," she raised an eyebrow. "Running back to daddy already? Tell me, is that what you call him when he spanks you, too?"
The demon barred its teeth at her, but turned and ran to the back of the house, presumably to gather the rest of them.
Sam jogged up the front steps and put a hand on her shoulder. "You okay?"
Kerrie nodded and smiled lightly, shrugging his hand off her shoulder. "I just really hate having to use that."
She walked towards the back without another word. Dean and Sam exchanged looks.
When they had followed Kerrie to the backyard, they heard a gun go off, and walked faster. When they reached the back of the enormous property, they found two bodies on the garden, neat bullet holes in their foreheads.
A frustrated scream permeated from inside the house.
Sam sprinted up the back steps.
Dean cursed 'damsels in distress' and 'Sammy's soft heart' and followed.
They found Kerrie with blood splatter on her white tank top and two more demons at her feet.
"What was that scream?" Sam exclaimed, and hurried to her side, inspecting her torso.
"Its not my blood, Sam," she explained patiently, though her teeth were bared in exasperance.
"Oh," he replied, stepping back sheepishly.
"They're gone," she said, gripping the Les Bauer with anger.
"Even the angel?" Dean couldn't help himself.
"Especially the angel," Kerrie replied, hanging her head. She pressed her palm into her forehead, not believing her own recklessness.
"Well, we'll just have to catch them the old fashioned way," Sam said in a forced cheery tone.
"God, you are so much like Samwise the hobbit that it is giving me Two Towers flashbacks," Kerrie muttered, and stomped out of the house in a flare of temper.
Dean laughed, then seeing the look on Sam's face, stopped. "Don't worry, Sammy," Dean reassured him, slapping a hand on his back. "Samwise only got friendzoned for two movies."
Sam gave him the bitchface of doom and stomped from the room.
"Sheesh," Dean shook his head. "So many tempers. Am I the only adult around here?"
"I heard that!" Sam yelled from the porch.