Chapter 7: How to Save A Life

~Dean's POV~

"Hey, where's Cass?" I asked Kaci when she walked in, carrying an armful of books. She looked at me with a smile on her face.

"Oh, he left. He said he had to go back, that he might be awhile," she said, setting the books down.

"Okay, so we were thinking that yes, Alistair is the leader of the army. We're only considering the possibility right now", I said, updating Kaci on what we talked about while she was gone. I dragged a book off the top of the pile and dragged my feet to the table in the kitchen. I hate reading, I thought as I opened the cover, I don't even know what I'm looking for, as I flipped through it, and saw things I've never seen. I got up, and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. Kaci walked through and grabbed a knife out of the drawer, and brought it to Bobby. I watched her go, and suddenly, I thought of the day I last saw her before I went downstairs. She had left to avoid the pain, even though she'd known it wouldn't help. I flinched at the memory and turned back to the book. All that was behind me, I'd never leave her again. Not like that. All I had to do was focus on the son of a bitch that was out to get her. I grimaced, and then grinned at the thought of finally getting my hands on Alistair. After all he'd put me through, and now this, he was going to pay. I'd make sure of it.

"Dean, we should get going," Sam called from the other room. Finally, I thought. I picked up my jacket and moved to Kaci over at the table, reading. I smiled at how much she looked like a student, a hot student.

"We gotta get going," I told her. She stood up, and walked with us to the door. Sam walked out the door, and I looked at her. "Stay safe. You should stay up here with Bobby. The panic room would be safer, but I'm not sure about you being down there alone. Bobby can protect you, if he needs to," she stopped me again, her hand on my lips again.

"You worry too much, you know that?" she asked. "I'll be fine, and you'll be back later. I'll just do the research part with Bobby, and you just make sure you come back safely," she said, pressing her body against mine. I chuckled at her.

"Don't tempt me," I repeated, looking into her eyes. I kissed her forehead, and told her bye.

~Demon/Kaci POV~

Thank God, she didn't hurt him, or any of the others. Except Cass. I hope he's alright, but that didn't look like fun. I'd have to ask Dean about that, when I get my body back.

"Quiet, up there," she said. "I'm not in the mood to hear it from you, you're only lucky that I didn't hurt him or Sammy or the old fool in the other room. I still need them," she said.

"Kaci?" Bobby asked. The demon's eyes, my eyes, grew wide at the thought that she's been caught already. She turned around, flashing a startled look at Bobby.

"Bobby, what's up?" she asked him. Bobby looked around.

"Who were you talking to?" he asked, a hint of suspicion in his eyes and voice.

"Ummm, nobody, just myself," she said. "You know, some things I need to remember," she said, nervously chuckling.

"Oh. Well, do you mind grabbing me a beer out of the fridge, and helping me with this?" he asked, obviously buying into the bitch's story. Dammit, I was so close. Come on, Bobby. Give her some holy water, don't worry about me, I'll be fine. She bent over the same book Bobby was looking at, but she wasn't looking at the book. She was looking at Bobby with an evil glare in her eyes. Don't even think about it. I'm warning you, I'll kill you, even if it means killing myself. She gracefully looked back down at the book. Bobby opened another book, and flipped through the pages quickly, like he'd had an epiphany or something. He walked into the hallway, and she walked into the kitchen.

"You little slut, how dare you threaten me!" she said. I glared at her. I'm sure if I concentrate hard enough, I could control my body, I thought to myself. Bobby walked back into the room and went back to the books. She walked back into the room.

"Hey, do you mind grabbing something from the linen closet upstairs real fast. There's a book on the third shelf down, on the right. Could you grab it?" Bobby asked.

"Sure, yea," the she-demon said. She ran up the stairs and to the linen closet.

"Lazy bastard, can't he do anything?" she asked. It must suck to be a slave, demon, especially to a human, am I right? "Shut up," she spat, going through the closet.

"There's no book in here," she said. Then an evil grin spread across her face, and she looked towards the stairs. "He's figured me out. He knows you're possessed, Kaci. Too bad he doesn't know I know. I guess I could kill him, I don't really need him," she said. She pulled my knife out of my boots, and stuck it in the back of my pants through my belt, then pulled my shirt over to cover it. She walked back down the stairs, and to Bobby, her arms behind her back. Get out Bobby, hurry!

"Hey, did you find it?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh, no I didn't," she replied.

"That's alright, here. Have a beer," he said, putting a beer in front of her. She looked at it, at Bobby, then back at the bottle. She smiled, and accepted.

"Thanks, Bobby," she said. She put the bottle to her lips, and leaned back, the beer flowing through the bottle and down her throat. She dropped the bottle, and fell to her knees, grunting in pain.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"A little holy water in your beer there? Kaci never would've noticed. But then, again, Kaci doesn't drink," he said. The demon glared at Bobby with pitch black eyes.

Bobby hit her, knocking us both out cold. I could still hear Bobby the last few minutes of consciousness, talking to one of the boys.

"We got a problem. You better shag ass getting back here," he said to them.

"Don't try to con a con man," he said to the unconscious demon on the floor.

Thank you, Bobby. You saved me. And with that, I fell into the darkness.