Chaos, Loyalty And Everything In Between
A/N: Hola! Hope everyone is doing well, I just want to say thank you! To the followers, reviewers, and readers, I can't express how happy I am, as I didn't expect the story to be this well-received, when I've just started! It's encouraging, as you guys give me the motivation to keep going. So here's another chapter, it's shorter than usual, but I hope y'all like it! Please don't be shy as I hope to improve and feedback would be greatly appreciated, no flames please, review or PM me and happy reading! (Anything in italics from this point on are song lyrics.)
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Chapter 7: Hidden In Plain Sight
"Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I'm home-bound. Staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making a way through the crowd."
"The hell is this?" Dean asked, cutting the CD player off. He had pressed the play button, and wished he hadn't. "It's almost like your girly music." He could see the shelves in the living room held books, movies (no horror films), and music. So far, he hadn't recognized any of the artists.
"We have a deaf four year old to watch, and you're worried about music?" Sam replied, just when he thought he had his brother pegged, the exact opposite happened. Though, like Dean, he had noticed the wide variety of music. There were even some international artists thrown in, for good measure. He felt a tug and looked down to see Stella, pulling on his hand urgently.
Stella tried to pull the tall man forward, and sighed when he didn't move. She ran to the shorter man, then tried again, yielding the same result. She stomped her foot, frustrated they weren't getting it. The bad man was near, how could she make them understand? She saw a dry erase board and after finding a marker, wrote something down as best as she could.
"Fifteen, there's still time for you, time to buy, and time to lose. Fifteen, there's never a wish, better than this, when you've only got a hundred years, to live." Reid looked out the window, smiling slightly at the irony. Sometimes, one was lucky to get even a year in this life.
"Smirking at my music choices?" Leo asked, amused. The ride had been silent for the most part, the radio filled the quiet space. She chuckled, seeing a bit of her own amusement mirrored back at her. Reid had often remarked, that if music disappeared, she would be lost.
"Maybe. I got the time off." He said quietly, knowing that Leo was counting down, every second, which went by they had to stay. He wanted answers as well, her mother had been his aunt, his mother's sister.
"Good. By the way, did I tell you, I know what's happening?" She inquired, putting the truck in park behind Dean's well-loved Impala.
"He's going to kill you when he notices that." Reid nodded to the back of the car. He got out and shook his head, hearing Leo's laugh while he opened the door as she followed behind him.
"Bad man?" Sam looked at Dean, who frowned. The two didn't know lore that had to do with a bad man. That could mean anything, as it wasn't tied to the supernatural.
"Damn it." Leo said, seeing Stella with the board. She picked her up as she knew the child was afraid. "Reid, you know what to do." She turned to look at Dean and Sam, "I hope you boys are ready, because a fight's about to go down."
"Wait, what are we hunting?" Dean asked, he was impressed, as Reid knew exactly what kind of supplies were needed for the job. He could already feel the hairs on his neck stand up. He wanted to know what was here.
"Crossroads Demon." Reid didn't even look up, while Dean and Sam were standing there, wide-eyed. They were surprised to hear the phrase, even come out of his mouth. "Then, that means." Sam trailed off, as the trio stopped. "I'll be damned." Dean said, as vicious growls filled the room.
Stella was looking at her mother, with a scared expression. She realized, it was because she was terrified of losing the one person who had ever loved her. She tightened her grip, not wanting to be let go. "Don't leave me." She signed, before hugging as tight as she could.
Leo was near tears as she hugged her child back, and kissed her forehead. "I promise, I won't ever leave you." She signed back, she wasn't planning on going out anytime soon. "You watch her, got it, Gabriel?" She asked, the husky barked and wagged his tail. "Good boy." Leo scratched behind his ears and made sure the salt lines were intact. "I'll be back, stay here. I love you." She finished, signing. A gentle smile played on her lips, as Gabriel jumped up to where Stella could bury her face in his fur, taking comfort from her four-legged guardian.
A soft click signaled the door was shut. A thick silence hung in the air, almost as if the house had taken a deep breath. The Hellhounds had stopped their snarls. They were waiting, watching for any signs of where the danger lurked. A shadowy figure hovered in the doorway, a window shattered. At that exact moment, all hell broke loose, as the hounds' baying echoed while launching their attack.
