Supernautral Retaliation

Chapter Ten

Sam stiffened and his nostrils flared.

"How'd you find out about that?" he asked quietly, surprise clearly evident in his voice.

"Like I said," Danny replied in the same uncaring tone that Sam had used earlier on him as he looked over his shoulder at Dean. "Completely wasted."

Sam face grew stony as he clenched his fists and took several calming breaths. Looks like I'm not gonna have to fake hating him after all. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he exclaimed, advancing forward several steps. "You don't know anything about my brother! About us!"

Danny immediately stood up and took several lateral steps away from Sam, aware of the anger in the experienced hunter's voice. "Woah, man, there's no need to get angry!" Holding his hands up innocently, he continued, "I didn't know, okay? Why would you take me with you on this trip if you have a serious problem like this? No wonder Dean didn't like me at first—he doesn't have time for me! What were you thinking?"

Sam suddenly sobered up and stood straight. "I-"

He was interrupted by a low moan from his brother.

"Oh," the man whined, bringing a hand slowly up to his forehead. "My head kills."

Sam and Danny turned to face him.

"Dean, wake up," Sam commanded harshly. "I've got a lead."

"What?" Dean had yet to even open his eyes.

"A lead." He took several more steps forward to his brother and Danny scrambled out of his way as Sam slung Dean's arm around his shoulder. His voice was strained as he hefted helped brother onto his feet. "Come on."

Dean aknowledged his brother's help with nothing but an, "I think I'm gonna throw up."

-

"Sam, we gotta get some coffee or somethin'," Dean said as he slowly shut the shotgun door of his car with a gentle, inaudible click. "My head's about to freakin' explode."

"Sure, whatever you want. But we need to get on this case," Sam told his brother as he slammed the driver's door shut. "I have a feeling that this demon's going to show soon."

"Not so loud, Sam!" Dean begged and his hands flew to his forehead.

"So I'm assuming we're not sleeping tonight?" Danny asked from the backseat.

"We can sleep when we're dead," Sam told him as he started the engine and it purred to life.

"Great. Danny won't have to wait too long." Sam's mouth snapped shut and Dean leaned his head back onto the headrest. Danny frowned sadly and looked down at his hands. "So where're we goin'?" Dean asked, seemingly unaware of the tension he had created by dropping the one-liner.

Sam didn't answer at first, still upset about what his brother had just implied.

"To find out where that family went," he answered after a pause.

"What family?"

"Remember what I told you about that demon? How it feeds off fear?"

"Yeah."

"Then that family eight would practically be a freaking buffet to him."

Dean looked over at his brother. "When'd you get smart?" he laughed. "Oh yeah, after your muscles took a rain check when you hit puberty." That earned a chuckle from Danny and a punch from Sam. "Ow! Haha, almost as bad as little Danny back there."

Danny gasped, jokingly offended. "Hey!"

He shoved his lanky arm between the two of them and clenched his fist as hard as he could.

"There! See?" he said, twisting his wrist and marveling at his practically non-existant biceps. "That's muscle."

The three of them laughed as the Chevy sped up on the long stretch of highway.

-

"That Chinese lady sounded like she knew freakin' everything about everyone," Dean said, sipping herbal tea fom a styrofoam cup with a plastic lid. It wasn't coffee, but apparently it worked just as well for hangovers. "I forgot to ask her if she knows where Waldo's hiding."

"She probably does know everything. This is a pretty small town," Sam replied as he looked down at his map, ignoring Dean's joke. They had asked the Chinese Buffet restaurant staff if they knew anything about the family of eight, and the oldest one, a gossipy lady, told them who they were and where they lived.

"Wow," Danny said boredly, looking back at the restaurant as Sam pulled the Chevy into gear and drove out of the parking lot. "And here I was, thinking that your job was hard."

"Oh, boy," Dean laughed, almost spilling the hot tea in his hands. "Aren't you cute? This ain't the hard part, kid."

"So what is?"

"The fun part. The part where we kill those damned bitches of hell."

"Oh, yeah. That just sounds like tons of fun," Danny said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Trust me, it is. It's gotta be, to be worth this shit," Dean replied snidely, motioning to the Chinese Buffet.

A few minutes later, they pulled up to a large suburban house with toys strewn all over the front lawn. The lights were all off, and the house looked asleep for the night.

"That's gotta be them," Dean said, hopping out of the car and dumping his drink.

"That's the biggest house I've ever seen!" Danny cried, pressing his hands against the glass window of the car to get a better look. He moved to exit, but Dean pushed him back inside.

"And you're not going inside."

"What!" The boy's expression of excitement melted into one of betrayal. "Why?"

"Not safe," Sam grunted as he straightened the suit he had just put on. "Stay in the car."

"We'll be back later." Dean smiled as he slammed the door, ignoring Danny's puppy dog eyes. "Have fun, Cindy Lou."

Together, he and his brother walked up to the front door. They brushed off and straightened their suits before pushing the doorbell.

Nothing happened for several moments, and Dean decided it was best to check inside. He looked behind him at his car where Danny was waiting rather impatiently before turning around and pushing the door.

It swung open with surprising and eerie ease and Dean looked at his brother, who returned the look questioningly. Dean shrugged and continued on into the house.

"Hello?" he called and his voice echoed off the walls. "Anyone home?"

Both brothers stiffened as a wailing noise sounded from under their feet. Their hands went straight for their weapons.

"The basement," Dean whispered, and Sam nodded. They tip-toed to an open door and hesitantly pushed it open with a small shove before raising their weapons. The door contained a flight of downward steps leading down to exactly what they were looking for, the basement.

"No," the wailing voice sobbed. "This can't be happening! Jered, can't be-!"

That wasn't the only voice they heard. There were several other, much younger voices, that were sobbing terrified tears and whining pitifully. Sam nodded again to Dean and together, they ran down the last few stairs.

"Nobody move!" Dean bellowed, raising his weapon. He looked around the room and once he sensed there was no threat, he lowered it. Beside him, he heard his brother's sharply inhale. The room was full of the family. Seven of them were hunched over and hugging with wide, scared eyes. The father was lying motionless several feet away from them on the floor in a pool of thick red liquid that could only have been blood. But that wasn't what had stolen Sam's breath.

On the opposite wall, written in dark red that they sincerely hoped was just paint, was a message. Not for the family, not for the police, but for them.

Winchesters,

Are you up for a game of hide-and-go-seek?

I'm on Maple Street

Come find me

Dean licked his lips as brows furrowed in frustration. "Nuh-uh."

-

Danny twiddled his thumbs, humming to himself quietly to keep busy in the darkness of the car as he waited for the two hunters to return. He was surprised when the front door of the house was thrown open with a loud clatter of wood on brick and sprinkle of broken glass. The brothers bolted out of the house and were in the car faster than Danny could even blink. Before he knew what had happened, the car had already started and they were speeding towards the intersection.

"What happened?" he asked.

"That fu-"

"-Dean!-"

"-freakin' bitch!" Dean cried, slamming his hands on the wheel and ignoring Danny completely. He pressed down on the gas pedal even harder and Danny was pushed back into his seat by the speed of the car.

"Slow down!"

"You're not driving anymore, Sam!" Dean yelled. "I am! I can't believe it thinks it's important enough to waste our time! My time, Sam! Mine!"

"Well—" Sam began, but Dean cut him off.

"Do you know how many days I have?" he asked in a chillingly angry voice. "Do you?"

The silence grew. "Four," Sam whispered to the dashboard.

"This sure as hell ain't what I wanted to be doin' with that time! Wastin' our time with a freeloading-..."

"I know, Dean, but listen," Sam licked his lips, unsure of where to begin and a little unnerved by the speed the car had reached. "Will you slow down?" The car slowed and the speedometer changed by 20 mph. "Thanks. Listen, it's gonna go fast. We'll catch its sorry ass tonight. Then you're free to do whatever you want. And I've almost found a way to get you out of your deal, so it's okay!"

"What way?" Dean asked.

"Not important. It's for real, though. I swear, you'll be a hundred percent alive."

"No. I want to know what you're thinking of."

Danny was completely forgotten as Sam looked over at his brother. "I'll do anything—anything—to keep you alive. I don't care if that means eating fingers, drinking blood, or killing innocent people—Dean, you're worth it."

"What innocent people?" Dean asked, alarmed, as he spun the steering wheel to the right. "Sammy, what-?"

"It was just hypothetical, okay?" Sam growled, turning away. "Jesus."

"Ain't here," Dean finished for him. "Do I take a left now?"

"No," Sam replied, looking down at the map in his lap. "Another right."

-

"We're here."

Pulling up to the only house on the street, Dean cranked open the window and stuck out his head to get a better look. This house was larger than the last one, and much more run-down. It was your typical haunted mansion.

"Shit." Dean punched the door. "Just great. Why do demons like shit houses? Get your flashlight, Sam."

Both brothers opened their doors and stepped out of the car. Danny made yet another move to follow them, but this time Sam pushed him back inside and closed the door.

"You're staying here."

"I know I don't look like I can fight, but I can, I swear!" Danny whined. "Just let me prove-"

"We don't have time for this, Danny," Dean said, closing his door. "You're staying. It's way too dangerous."

Walking away, Sam and Dean flipped on their flashlights and pointed them at the house. Dean looked up at the balcony as they walked up the porch steps. The steps smelled like mold and creaked noisily in protest of their weight. There was nothing but silence and the midnight air was still. He reached the last step and put his foot down. It gave way, almost instantaneously breaking in half. Dean fell forward, but Sam caught and steadied him.

"Klutz," he whispered jokingly.

Dean glared at his brother and tore himself away from his brother's grip. "Bitch."

-

Danny angrily threw himself into the leather seat and crossed his arms.

"Oh, he's only fourteen, what can he do?" he mimicked Sam using a very feminine falsetto.

"I don't know, Sam." He continued talking to himself, but deepened his voice for a better impersonation of Dean. "Look at him, he's a kid. Nothing like that damn Danny Phantom."

"Oh, Dean," Danny again switched his voice for Sam. "I blush every time you swear. And for the record I use Aveena Flower Power Shampoo. That's why my hair's so straight and shiny."

Puffing out his chest for Dean: "Kiss me."

He uncrossed his arms to make hand puppets and smashed his fingers together for a big, fake, angry kiss.

Once he was satisfied that he had got back at and made fun of the two hunters enough, he threw his hands in the air and sighed.

"Stay in the car my ass."

Danny willed his right hand intangible and plunged it through the door. Feeling around, he found the lock mechanism and carefully pushed it upwards. When it clicked, Danny smiled happily.

"Always wanted to do that," he said to himself as he pulled the door handle open. "Like CSI or something. So much cooler than just simply phasing out."

-

"Hello?" Dean called and his voice echoed through the seemingly empty house. "We know you're here, you fugly sonovabitch."

Nothing. Dean raised his gun and pointed it directly in front of him at the dark corners of the foyer.

"Dean," Sam began, doing the same as his brother and raising his pistol. "Do you think this was-?"

A sadistic laugh sounded from the walls of the house and the front door slammed shut behind them, plunging the two brothers into an almost complete darkness.

"-a trap?" Dean finished weakly, and the brothers shared an uneasy silence as they searched for any sign of movement, weapons at the ready. "Yeah, maybe just a little."

There was nothing. The only thing that greeted them was silence as it settled once again throughout the house. Outside, they heard a small noise. A barely audible click, and then a much louder one.

Sam and Dean's eyes widened as the sound of a car door slamming reached their ears. They slowly turned to face each other, their faces sporting identical expressions of horror.

"Danny!" they whispered in unison and they spun and sprinted to the door. Dean grabbed the handle and twisted as hard as he could, praying that the demon was stupid and didn't think to lock it. But he had no such luck. The door was locked twice over, from the outside and held shut with a strong, demonic force.

"Damn it, we're locked in," he growled in angry frustration and began banging with his fists as hard as he could on the door. "Stay in the damn car, Danny!"

-

Danny hopped out of the car and slammed the door behind him. It was warm, perfect, cloudless night out. Not a night to be hunting, but a night to be floating through the air wth ease underneath the bright, full moon.

Danny took a second to look up at the beautiful sky and imagined himself flying through it as Danny Phantom, just like he did when he was at home. He never realized how much he took his alone time for granted.

Just as he closed his eyes to take it all in, he felt a rush of unwanted heat wash over his chest and head and a wave of nausea overcome his stomach. His cheeks, he was sure, became tinged with the glow of a fever. But he knew this was no fever.

Looking around on the alert, he searched for any sign of the supernatural. He scanned the outline of the house where Sam and Dean were inside hunting. Changing into Danny Phantom now would be too close for comfort. They might see him.

Danny slowly walked over to the porch steps where he noticed that the screen door, unlike the main front door, was hanging wide open. Danny turned to look over his shoulder one last time at the black Impala waiting in the shadows of the trees before he headed up the porch stairs.

"Dean?" he called, taking the first step. "Sam? You guys okay?"

Silence except for a faint pounding noise. "Guys?"

A whoosh of fabric and the click of metal caught his eyes and ears behind him and he spun around. A tall man in a leather jacket, who could only have been the demon, was smiling sadistically at him with a gun aimed in front of him, straight at his chest.

"Hey, there, Danny."

Danny's eyes widened. He should have known better than to turn his back. Sure, he had had quite a few guns pointed at him in his time, but this was different. This gun was loaded with bullets, not rays of energy. Bullets that, in his human form, could very well kill him, and in truth, if fired, probably would.

-

"We're stuck!" Dean said after he had pounded on the door for several good minutes. He raised his voice and bellowed as loud as he could, "Danny! If you can hear this, HELP!"

Sam dropped his head into his hands. "It's no use, Dean. He can't hear us."

The both of them tensed when they heard a high pitched scream of, "Let me go!"

"Oh no." Dean shook his head. "No, no, no, no, no. It's not going after Danny."

He resumed pounding on the door and Sam felt a sudden pang of fear course through his heart. If the demon hurt or killed Danny…. There will be no one to trade for Dean's soul.

"Dean, the window!" he cried, looking around for moonlight. He picked up a plank of moldy wood he had pulled up from the floorboards, and held it like a bat as he approached a large window.

Dean stopped pounding on the door and watched Sam. Sam prepared to swing at the glass, but suddenly he dropped the plank and crumpled to the floor with his head in his hands.

"Sam!" Dean cried in alarm as his brother rolled onto his side and began groaning in agony. He ran to Sam and rubbed his shoulder before turning him over on his back. "Sam, what is it?"

"My head," Sam gasped between groans of pain. "…Vision."

"Dammit, not now!" Dean had thought that they had left for good. "Stay with me, Sam. Sam!"

Dean slapped his face gently to keep him awake, but he was already gone.

-

The pain suddenly stopped and Sam woke up in a different place. He was no longer trapped in the crumbling old mansion, but was standing in run-down apartment flat. Looking around, he saw all this things spread out on shelves. He blinked. He had never fully unpacked when he stopped at apartments and motels. Why would he have all his things out now?

"Jimmy!"

A man's drunken holler called from the open space of his shattered window. Sam blinked at the man on the opposite side of the thin wall, trying to decide what to do. The man was obviously drunk out of his mind.

"Jimmy, unlock the fuckin' door!"

A bottle of Corona flew through the broken window and shattered threateningly on the opposite wall. Sam reached into his jacket pocket for his knife and moved to open the door, but an oddly familiar voice called from behind him and he froze.

"'M comin', dude!"

Sam spun around and dropped his weapon in surprise. He saw none other than himself emerge from the bathroom. It seemed that his other self, "Jimmy," couldn't see him as Sam watched as he walked to the front door without taking precautions to grab a weapon. He noticed with distaste that his doppelganger had really let himself go. His hair was long and messy and his XL tee was stained and hanging off of his torso like loose skin. The other him, who Sam decided to refer to as Jimmy since he was obviously using a fake alias and it was confusing to refer to him as himself, threw open the door and greeted the two drunk men on the other side with open arms.

They slapped hands in a drunken shake and laughed.

"Bring the beer?" "Jimmy" asked.

"Yeah, stole a whole keg from the party down the street," the fatter of the two men told him. Looking around, he said, "Nice apartment you got here."

"Yeah, I broke in. The owners didn't even notice." Jimmy took the keg out of his hands and frowned. "But you already drank, like, half of it, guys."

"Oh yeah," one of them hiccupped. "Sorry."

The real Sam felt a pang of fear as the fake one shrugged and filled an empty bottle he picked up from the floor.

"'S okay," Jimmy slurred before downing a huge mouthful of beer. "Already had a couple."

Sam looked around the room and his eyes widened. There were more than "just a couple" of empty bottles lying around. There were at least six, most of them crackend or lying in pieces scattered all over the thin carpet. Didn't know I could drink so much.

Rather than wasting time watching himself and some strangers get drunk, he decided to search the room. Jimmy and his friends didn't seem to notice him, but he was definitely solid in this world. He picked up a leather bag he found lying on the floor beside the bed and opened it. There was nothing inside.

He turned to the bedside table for anything that would help him escape. There was nothing useful except Dean's car keys laying on the surface, so he opened the drawer. Feeling around inside, he picked up something thin and rectangular. A picture. On the back was written, Love you, man. Sam flipped it over to see the picture side, and frowned. It was the old photo of him and his brother in front of their old house. In reality, he had left that photo at his father's storage room back in Oklahoma. There would be only one reason why he would ever carry it around with him.

Looking over the picture at the dumpy room, he realized that there was only one bed. He stuffed the photo into his jacket pocket and rushed to the bathroom.

"One toothbrush...," he whispered to himself. Looking at the towel rack he continued, "One towel, one comb, one cell phone. Where's Dean's stuff?"

But he knew where it was. It was either buried deep underground or incinerated. He had escaped the crumbling mansion only to become trapped inside his worst nightmare; Dean was long gone.

-

"Where are they?" Danny whispered.

"Oh," the man shrugged, pocketing the weapon. "Close by. It doesn't really matter."

"Where are they?" Danny repeated, fear beginning to creep into his voice.

"I'm bringing three of the several most infamous hunters down, one by one. And you're first."

Nothing had touched him, but Danny was flung across the porch until he hit an exterior wall. An invisible force was holding him against the wall and he was unable to move anything but his head.

"Let me go!" he screamed, struggling to pull himself off the wall. Try as he might, he was unable to phase through the it, so he quickly decided that there was only one thing left to do.

Two glowing rings formed around his waist, forming half-circles where they collided with the brick wall. They began travelling up his torso and down his legs, but just as suddenly as they had appeared, they stopped.

"Ah, ah, ah." The demon raised his hand, palm facing Danny, and his eyes flickered from a dark hazel to completely black. The two rings changed direction, moving back towards where they first formed at his waist. Danny's face scrunched in concentration, trying desperately to keep the rings from coming back together. He cried out as the pain became too great and the rings conjoined at his waist and died out. His shoulders slumped as exhaustion overtook him.

"And I thought you were going to play hard-to-get. They said you were strong. You're pathetic."

The demon's eyes closed and its frown contorted into a deranged grin as Danny felt something invade his mind. He tried to fight it, but the force was too strong and fast. As soon as it had come, it was gone and Danny found himself staring into the pitiless black eyes of his demon captor.

"You could be great," the demon whispered. "Why are you so scared?"

"Scared of what?" Danny grunted between gasps of air. The force on his body was crushing his chest and lungs. "I'm not… scared of you."

The demon threw back his head as he laughed. "I can see that. But I know what you are scared of."

Danny's brows furrowed together in confusion. "What?"

Suddenly to force on his body was gone, and Danny dropped to the ground. The demon took several steps away from him and even as a shadow covered its whole body, Danny could see it smiling knowingly. He stared as its face began deforming and changing shape.

"What are you doing?" Danny gasped as he watched the demon's face become rounder, his muscles become larger, and his legs become longer.

"See, Danny. I may not be what you fear the most, but I have to power to become it, to make you think about it."

The demon stopped changing shape and Danny's eyes widened when he saw what it had become.

"I can also read minds, so I know," it whispered. "I know you'd do anything not to grow up. Not to become this."

The demon took a step forward out of the shadows and the moonlight hit his face, revealing a young human man in his mid-twenties who sported startling blue eyes and a sharp, black goatee.

"No…," Danny whispered. It was him in eight years. Him at age twenty-four, frozen in time, just as the memory of him at that age always would be.

"No? I'm wrong?" the demon laughed, tugging at the jacket that replaced Danny's signature tee. His eyes flashed a deep red and he tossed a silver dented old thermos into the air, catching it as it fell back down. "This doesn't scare you?"

-

Sam flew out of the bathroom and ran at his other self. He grabbed him by his greasy shirt and pulled him close.

"Where is he? Where's Dean?" he yelled angrily into his face.

The man in his grip just threw his head back and laughed. "Man, Olly, did you put acid in this beer?"

His friends howled with drunken delusional laughter.

"Probably," one of them answered.

"No!" Sam yelled again. "Listen to me! What year is it?"

Jimmy tried to shrug off his grip, but he pulled him even closer.

"Where the hell is Dean?"

"Haha," his other self laughed, his words sliding into one another. "My brother's in hell. I bet he's crying like my father. He deserves it."

Sam loosened his grip on him and stared at Jimmy in shock. "What did you say?"

But Jimmy didn't answer. He was almost too wasted to stand up straight, let alone talk.

"Tell me what you said."

"Sam," Dean's voice called from nowhere, startling him. Sam spun around, completely letting go of his other self, who fell to the ground at Sam's feet when he lost support.

"Dean?" Sam looked around the room and up at the ceiling, but Dean wasn't there.

"Wake up! Wake up, Sam, Danny's out there by himself!"

Dean's large face flickered into view, filling up the ceiling, and Sam gasped.

"Dean!"

The drunkards and the room around him spun and slowly faded as Dean's face became clearer. "That's it, get up."

Sam sat up as fast as he could and hugged his brother. He felt hot tears stinging the corners of his eyes and quickly wiped them away before Dean could notice.

"Sammy, what-?"

"No, Dean, I'm fine. It wasn't me, it was the demon. Illusionist. Danny's the one in trouble."

Dean nodded and stood up, extending a hand for his brother. Sam took it and let his brother pull him to his feet.

"Get the stick."

Dean nodded and reached for it. Steadying himself, he swung at the glass. Shards of sharp broken window flew everywhere, and he jumped outside.

Sam moved to follow, but froze when he felt something poke him from inside his jacket pocket. Reaching inside it, he pulled out a crumpled photo.

Love you, man, it read, and he flipped it over a second time to look at the picture before stuffing it back into his pocket and following Dean outside.

-

"I…." Danny looked over the demon's shoulder for any sign of escape. His eyes hardened when he thought of a way to get even and smirked. "No. It doesn't scare me. 'Cause you let me go."

The two glowing blue rings flashed again and before the demon saw what was coming, Danny Phantom stood in front of him, his green eyes flashing furiously in contrast with the darkness of the night.

His fist flashed an angry green, the same color as his eyes, and he growled.

The demon took several confident steps forward. "You think you scare me?"

Danny ground his teeth together. "I don't need to."

An ecto-beam shot from his hand and hit the demon, throwing him back. The demon only stumbled, but didn't fall.

"Pathetic!" he growled and lifted hands. With a flick of his wrist, Danny was thrown backwards, back into the wall. He quickly willed himself intangible and phased through it before the demon could come at him.

The demon looked around worriedly for only a few quick seconds before an invisible hand grabbed his ankle and pulled him down through the floorboards. Rising from the ground several feet away from the porch, Danny threw the demon with all his might, ignoring the crackle of energy and burn of its touch.

The demon sailed through the air and landed at the wheels of Dean's car. Growling furiously, it stood back up just as Danny flew at him with fisted hands, ready for a one-on-one battle. The demon saw it coming, however, and ducked just in time to clear the hit. It thrust its hand upwards, jamming Danny in the stomach, hard enough the boy couldn't keep up his flight pattern and he fell like a rock to the ground, holding his sore stomach in his hands.

The demon grabbed the back of his hazmat suit and hefted him up into the air like he weighed no more than a bag of feathers. He spun and let him go, sending Danny sailing several feet into the ground from the momentum of his body weight, rolling to lessen the impact. The demon began advancing on him and Danny quickly pushed himself to his feet and grabbed his arm before it could get any closer. Both he and the demon cried out in pain as electricity sparked between them, but Danny refused to let go. Instead, his eyes lit up a bright blue and ice formed at his fingertips, effectively preventing the demon from burning him any further. The ice didn't stop at his fingers, but traveled up the demon's arms and it screamed even louder. The demon ripped his frozen arms out of Danny's grip and swung at him with all its might. A frozen fist hit the boy square in the jaw and Danny fell backwards, totally unprepared for the blow. Lying flat on his back, Danny Phantom changed back into the helpless, vulnerable, and very bloodied Danny Fenton.

The demon's eyes were no longer glowing a deep red, but a merciless black as he straddled the boy and pulled a knife out of his jacket pocket. He held the knife threateningly over Danny's neck and Danny became very still, tensing up for what he knew were his final moments. His life flashed before his closed eyes as the demon brought the knife up over its head for the swing and then back down for the kill.

A/N: Yay! Long chapter filled with action! Really hard to write action, I might add. I hope it captured that Supernatural-esque thrill factor, 'cause that's what I was going for.

And OMG did you guys see the episode where Dean finally died?? I cried! Best episode ever! The ending was so horribly sad, I can't wait for the next. Did you see Sam's expression when he was crying? His face alone made me want to bawl my eyes out. So cute and sad.

On a happier note, thanks for reviewing guys I really appreciate all the feedback!

MutantLover09: Ahhh!! Yet another plothole! You're totally right. The demon's supposed to be in the same city they're in. I went back and fixed it by adding a sentence to one of the last few paragraphs. It doesn't really make all too much sense, but I did what I could to fix that. Thanks.