"What's this guys name again?" Sam asked Dean as all three of them walked through the front doors of a cheap apartment building. Sam's hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, his eyes glanced over the interior of the building as did Dean and Kim. The building was dimly light with messy bookshelves towards the entrance. Just by the first glance, Kim could tell it wasn't an ideal place to be living.
"George Darrow. Apparently quite the regular at Lloyd's. His house probably ain't up next on MTV Cribs, is it?" Dean said walking up the staircase, suggesting that the apartment they had just entered wasn't very homely. Kim nodded her head in agreement after wiping a huge amount dust off the stair railing.
"Yeah, you can say that again," she said scrubbing her dirty hand on her jacket rather unladylike. "So whatever he made the deal for, it wasn't for cash."
"Ah, who knows? Maybe his place is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis?" Dean smirked putting his hand to his chest and making a breast gesture, eyeing Sam with a smirk. Sam sighed and shook his head and Kim half-hearted, scoffed laughed. "No, I'm just sayin', this guy got one epic bill come due. Hope at least he asked for something fun," Dean finished as they all stopped in front of the door. Apartment 4C.
Kim examined the door and it's roughly painted appearance which matched the interior of the rustic hallway completely. Her eyes trailed down the door and was met with some black dust-like substance lining the doorway.
"Look at that," Sam said pointing to the dust, noticing it too. Dean and Sam bent down and touched it, feeling its grain like texture rubbing against his skin. Dean brought it up to his nose so he could smell it.
"What is it, pepper?" he asked as the boys stared at it. He looked up to Kim from the ground. "Do you know what it is?" he asked, thinking that Kim might know something about it since she knew about Hellhounds but Kim just shook her head, although she strongly believed it's wasn't pepper. Suddenly, the opened and sent the brothers rushing to the feet. The door stood ajar and a man with grey hair and dark skin stood on the other side looking at the three of them questioningly.
"Who the hell are you?" he said deeply eyeing them viscously.
"George Darrow?" Dean asked, looking at the man.
"I'm not buying anything," he said quickly before almost completely shutting the door on their face but Dean's hand reached out and stopped it.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, looks like you went for the wrong shaker there," he laughed slightly, pointing to the black dust. "Usually when you want to keep something evil out you go for the salt." George looked at them untrustingly still eyeing them carefully.
"I don't know what you're talkin' about," George lied looking the three of them up and down.
"Talkin' about this," Dean said and pulled out the photo George used to summon the demon. Kim watched as George scanned the photo in disbelief.
"So, a Hellhound's chasing your ass. Can we come in?" Kim asked with a lippy, sarcastic smile. Sam looked at her and then back to George.
"Look, we just wanna help. Please. Just five minutes." George stared at them for a second before stepping out of the way to let them in. His apartment was filled with pots of paint and paintbrushes. Paintings filled the small room and the walls were filled with masterpiece paintings. Kim nodded, pursing her lips, highly impressed at them as she entered the room, admiring the amount of detail put into each artwork.
"What's that stuff out front?" Sam asked as George took a sip of alcohol.
"Goofer dust," he said looking at the boys who just looked confused. Kim turned around from the painting and looked at him too, also unaware of the mysterious Goofer dust. "You three know something about something but not Goofer dust?" he said with a huffed laugh. The man through a small, black bag toward Dean, who caught it without taking his eyes of George.
"Well, we know a little about a lot of things. Just enough to make us dangerous," Dean said deeply, holding the bag in his hands, his words coming out as if it was almost a threat.
"What'd's do?" Kim asked, stepping forward, hands stuffed in her pockets.
"Hoodoo. My grandma taught me. Keeps out demons," George explained.
"Demons we know," Dean chuckled, looking at the bag if dust.
"Well then, keep it. Maybe it'll do you some good," he said walking over to an unfinished painting set upon an old easel. "Four minutes left," he said easily, knowing his fate and taking it was ease. Kim sighed and took another step to George, watching his exhausted attitude.
"Listen, we know you're in trouble—"
"Yeah, that you got yourself into," Dean interrupted, not looking at them. Kim trained and looked to Dean, giving him a slight death glare as did Sam.
"It's not hopeless, alright? There's gotta be something we can do," Sam said, finishing off Kim's empty empathy speech which he half directed towards Dean.
"Listen, I get that you guys just wanna help, but sometimes a person makes their bed and they just gotta lie down in it," he sighed exhausted, taking a seat in an old worn out chair. "I'm the one who called that demon in the first place."
"What'd you do it for?" Dean asked. George looked up at them seriously.
"I was weak. I mean, who don't wanna be great?" George said staring at Dean. "Who don't want their life to mean somthin'? I just... I just never thought about the price," he said in taking a deep breath. Kim thought about what he said, taking in an old man's last words. Kim already knew from when she was younger her life wasn't going to be great, she just hoped her life would mean something to someone, someday.
"Was it worth it?"
"Hell, no," George replied automatically. "Course I asked for talent. Should have gone for fame," he laughed shaking his head at his own mistake, "but I'm still broke and lonely. Just now I got this pile of paintings ain't nobody want." The three of them looked around at the paintings, Kim admiring the effort it took to make such a detailed painting. "But that wasn't the worst," he sighed and said nothing afterwards, thinking about the past.
"Go on," Sam encouraged.
"Demon didn't leave. I never counted on that. After our deal was done the damn thing stayed at Lloyds for a week. Just chattin'. Makin' more deals. I tried to warn the folks but, who's gonna listen to an old drunk?"
"How many are there?" Kim asked instantly. George groaned as he recalled the memory.
"Architect. The doctor lady—I kept up with them, they've been in the papers. Least they got famous," he sighed leaning back in his old chair, sipping his drink.
"Who else George, come on think," Dean persisted, stepping forward. George groaned huskily, taking a sip of his drink. He looked around the room as he thought of a name that was on the tip of his tongue.
"Uh, one more, nice guy too. Hudson. Evan, I think. I don't know what he asked for. Don't matter now. We done for," Sam shook his head, disagreeing.
"No, no there's gotta be a way." Sam was persistent on helping these people, Kim admired and scoffed at that. He always saw the best in a sour situation while Dean didn't. He saw things for the way they were, horrible. Life never handed Dean a fair shot, so why should he think any different for anyone else. Kim was never given the easiest options either, though—like Sam—she believed that the people who fight and deserve better get better; but although she believed that, doesn't mean she thought that it was going to happen.
In this situation, she knew there was nothing they could do. Hellhounds were after the man and there was no stopping that. Whether her pessimistic nature has come from the job or personal experience, she knew that George was done for. She was just glad that he had made peace with his ending.
"You don't get it. I don't want a way," George huffed putting his drink on the table beside his chair.
"Look, you don't wanna—"
"I called that thing!" George quickly stood up from his chair and started Sam straight in the eye. "I brought it on myself! I brought it on them." His voice cooled down towards the end, thinking about the fact he summoned the demon in the fist place. "I'm going to hell anyway. All I want is to finish my last painting." Everyone's head turned towards the undistinguished painting. "A day or two, I'm done. I'm just trying to hold 'em off till then. Buy a little time," he grabbed his drink and swigged the rest of it before slammed it back on the table. "Okay, guys. Time you went. Go help somebody who wants help," he said as he made his way towards the easel. Dean looked to Sam who gave him and Kim a weird look in return.
"We can't just—"
"Get out!" George shouted. "I got work to do," he sighed turning to his painting. Sam sucked in a breath while Kim and Dean stayed back, obeying a dead man's wish.
"You don't really wanna die," Sam replied. George turned around to face Sam, a lonesome and sad expression spread across his face.
"I don't. I'm... I'm tired." His voice was husky and deep and was the loneliest thing they have ever heard. George turned back to the painting, ignoring the others presence. They looked at each other for a second before they turned towards the door to let the man finish his painting.
•※•
Sam, Dean, and Kim walk up to a family house door and knock, waiting for it to be answered. Kim's eyes scanned the area. The only source of light was a chandelier from inside who's faint shimmer coming from inside the house covered the porch in white and the soft moonlight that was extremely pale. The night was chilled and Kim was just hoping to get some rest, dreading going inside to meet the ill-fated man named Evan Hudson. Hellhounds were something Kim never liked dealing with. They were vicious, merciless and controlled by Lucifer himself to snatch souls who made a wrong decision ten years ago. They were a division of hell and Kim wanted nothing more than to have nothing to do with them, but Kim was determined to prove her worth; she knew she was better than they thought.
A man opened the door, the light from the house escaping when he opened the door and shone into their faces.
"Yes?" Evan asked, standing in the doorway.
"Even Hudson?" Sam asked which the man returned with a 'yeah'.
"You been to a bar called Lloyd's?" Dean asked.
"Maybe about ten years ago?" Kim added. Simultaneously, a terrified Even slammed the door shut in their faces and locked it behind him. "Come on! We're not demons!" Kim called after Even but he didn't respond. Both Sam and Kim turned to Dean and sighed. "Well, that went well."
"Any other bright ideas?" Sam asked Dean, causing him to roll his eyes and stepped backward before he lunged at the door, kicking it open with full force. All three of them went inside and made their way to find Evan. Kim followed the boys who went searching around the house. They came upon a closed double door unlike any other in the house. Dean automatically went to kick it but Sam punched his leg down before he could bust open the door and rolled his eyes. Kim went to the door handle and pushed it down to find it was unlocked.
The three of them walked into the seemingly empty room. They entered the room slowly, looking around to see in Even was there.
"Evan?" Sam called out. Even popped out from behind a bookshelf with his hands up.
"Please don't hurt me," he begged, his eyes squeezed tight in fear. Kim watched the terrified, fully-grown man tremble at them and she came to wonder how such a cowards gathered enough courage to even make a deal so extravagant.
"Okay, we're not here to hurt you, we're here to help; but if we were — you literally just gave yourself up. Just popped right out from behind that bookshelf and presented yourself to a potential threat. Once we save your ass, I suggest you don't do that again," Kim said blankly, her expression as blank as usual.
"Thanks, Kim," Dean said sarcastically. "We know all about the genius deal you made."
"What? How?" Evan asked quickly, his eyes bulging in fear. He knew his end was near.
"Doesn't matter. All that matters is we're trying to stop it," Sam replied.
"How do I know you're not lying?" Evan argued, not sure whether he could trust the mysterious three that barged into his house and claiming to know weird things about him.
"You don't, but you're kinda runnin' low on options here buddy boy," Dean smirked. Evan swallowed hard before taking a deep breath in a pacing.
"Can you stop it?" he asked.
"Hopefully," Kim huffed, turning her head to the side so that Evan couldn't hear, but instead got a glare from Sam.
"I don't wanna die," Evan sighed onto his hands as they were cupped around his face.
"Of course you don't, not now." Dean had not remorse or sympathy in his voice, any empathy was fiercely rare.
"Stop," Sam warned.
"What did ya ask for? Huh? Never need Viagra? Bowl a perfect game? What?" Dean smirked unsympathetically. Even looked at him before looking back to the floor, almost in shame.
"My wife," he said simply. Dean let out a chuck.
"Right, gettin' the girl. Well, that worst a trip to hell for."
"Dean stop," Sam urged.
"No. He's right, I made the deal. Nobody twisted my arm, that woman, or whatever she was, at the bar? She said I could have anything I wanted. I thought she was nuts at first, but... I don't know how to—I was desperate," the man spoke weakly.
"Desperate?" Sam asked. Evan stepped forward as he talked and took a deep breath in, gathering the effort to tell them.
"Julie was dying," he signed. Dean's face dropped.
"You did it to save her?"
"She had cancer. They stopped treatment, they were moving her into hospice, they kept saying: a matter of days. So yeah, I made the deal. And I'd do it again. I'd have died for her on the spot." He stopped and took a deep breath, turning to face them.
"Did you ever think about her in all this?" Dean asked slightly pissed, as was Kim, her eyebrows furrowed as she waited for an answer.
"No one ever thinks of the other side of the deal, the person you are 'saving'. Did you think about how she would have felt? You mysteriously dead when she returned home," Kim barked, following Dean's lead. "Now, someone who loves you as much as you love them is going to have to bare the pain you were too selfish to take yourself."
"I did it for her."
"Are you sure about that?" Dean asked stepping forward, his voice threateningly low. "I think you did it for yourself. So you wouldn't have to live without her. But guess what? She's going to have to live without you now. But what if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul? How do you think she'd feel?" Dean seethed through gritted teeth. Sam stepped forward towards Dean and Kim and put his arm around Dean, bringing him back.
"Okay, that's enough. Sit tight, alright. We're gonna figure this out," Sam followed Dean and Kim out into the hallway. "You alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Dean rushed. Sam turned to Kim who gave him a steady nod. "Hey, I have an idea," he said before grabbing out the bag of Goofer dust and throwing it towards Sam. "You throw George's hoodoo at the Hellhound, keep it away from Evan for as long as you can. I'm gonna go to the crossroads a summon a demon." Sam and Kim's head shot up at his stupid idea.
"Okay, stop. Think about what you said. Summon a demon. Summon a demon! Are you looking for a one-way ticket to Hell?" Kim yelled.
"Kim's right, Dean. Are you nuts?" Sam hissed, looking towards Dean with his eyebrows furrowed and his face screwed up.
"Maybe a little. But I can trap it. I can exorcise it and I can buy us time to figure out something more permanent," Dean said easily as if it was a done deal.
"Yeah, but how much time?"
"I don't know, a while. I mean, it's not easy for those suckers to claw their way back from hell and into the sunshine," Dean laughed.
"No. No way," Sam argued.
"You're not allowed to say no, Sammy, not unless you've got a better idea." Dean looked towards Kim. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I'll bring Kim with me," he said patting Kim's back, trying to get her to agree. Sam looked at Kim and then back to Dean.
"What part of that idea makes you think it wall make me feel better? She's nineteen! She not even supposed to be here and you want to bring her to summon a demon?" Sam said harshly. "You can forget it alright. I'm not letting you summon that demon."
"Why not?" Dean said with a ghostly smile, sarcastic and provoked.
"Because I don't like where you head is at right now, that's why not," Sam argued like a protective mother.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, his face scrunched up.
"You know, you've been on edge ever since we found that crossroad, Dean, you too Kim," Sam replied, pointing to the two of them. "I think I know why," he said pointing to Dean.
"We don't have time for this," Dean said, brushing past Sam but he's topped by a single word.
"Dad," Dean stopped in his tracks, a stern expression on his face. "You think dad maybe made one of these deals, huh?" Dean slowly turned around to face Kim and Sam. Kim listened closely. Dean was eyeing Kim, knowing that Sam wasn't going to stop talking because she was there. "Hell, I've been thinking it. I'm sure you've been thinking it too." Dean looked down to the ground. He let the words dangle in the air for a bit before letting out a small sigh.
"It fits, doesn't it? I'm alive, dad's dead. Yellow-Eyed Demon was involved. What if he did?" Dean's voice was filled with regret and remorse. "What if he struck a deal? My life for his soul?" Dean was holding back as much emotion as possible. John Winchester had given his life up for Dean. Kim took a deep breath in as she processed the information.
Dean was filled with guilt. His heart was breaking at just the thought of his father—the toughest person he knew—suffering in hell because of his son. He felt the weight of his father on his shoulder and his blood on his hands. Kim could see the look in his glassy eyes. He was in pain. So much pain.
"I think I hear it! It's outside!" Evan called from inside the room. Dean looked to Sam.
"Just keep him alive, okay?" Dean said walking off.
"Dean—"
"Go!" he shouted to Sam as he turned the corner and was out of sight. Sam sent a look to Kim and she knew exactly what he wanted. She ran after Dean and followed him to the Impala.
Kim got on the passenger's side as Dean close the door to the driver's seat.
"What are you doing here?" he asked her. "I don't have time for setbacks," Dean spat as he put his hands on the steering wheel.
"Well, I guess you better start drivin'," Kim said as she buckled her seat belt. Dean pulled his keys out with a huff and started the car. It was silent for a while but a few miles down the road Dean turned on some classic rock. Kim's mom always used to listen to that sort of music, it was her thing. She would always sing 'Sweet Child O' Mine' by Guns N' Roses to Kim when she was a baby. Kim would remember her mom hold her in her arms, cuddling her to her chest as she softly sung that song to her. Till this day, Kim couldn't listen to that song without being nostalgic of her childhood.
Dean looked to Kim as she nodded her head to the classic rock song, humming along to 'Smoke on the Water'. His eyes switched from the road to Kim every now and then, still wondering how a girl so young could be stuck in something like this. He could see the anger and darkness behind her eyes. Filled with sorrow and regret. It was a familiar feeling to Dean.
"Why did you get all defensive back there? Huh?" he asked, turning towards Kim.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" she lied. Dean softly chuckled and turned back to the road.
"Cut the crap. I know something's up."
"Why are you so persistent on knowing?" she argued.
"Well, you know my Hellhound story. I only think it's fair you tell me yours." Kim huffed and leaned back in her chair, letting her head hit the backing. She stayed silent for a bit as she looked out the window, watching the stars.
"Oh look, we're here."
•※•
After some preparation, Dean put a photo of himself in a metal box before putting it in a hole in the middle of the crossroad and covered it with dirt. Dean refused to let Kim put a photo of herself in there as well, arguing that it was too dangerous. Of course, Kim didn't feel fine with only letting Dean up his photo in, yet he persisted. They both stood near the freshly covered hole and waited for a demon to appear.
"So," a voice said from behind them. They spun around to see a girl in a dress stand there, looking at them. "What brings some people like you to a place like this?" she asked. Dean and Kim watched her carefully. "You called me." Dean tilted his head towards her and smirked.
"I'm just glad it worked," Dean smiled cockily, looking her up and down.
"First time?" she cooed.
"You could say that," Dean nodded. The demon looked towards Kim, eyeing her up and down.
"Oh, come on now. Don't sell yourself short, I know all about you, Dean Winchester," she said as she walked up to him. The demon's head snapped towards Kim. "Same with you Kimberly—," Kim gritted her teeth and huffed at the demon who flashed her real eyes at Kim threateningly, she knew Kim hated her whole name.
"It's Kim," she gritted, earning a little smirk from the demon.
"So, you know who I am?" Dean smirked.
"Well, I get the newsletter," the demon smiled back. Her smirk was graceful and devilish as it traced her lips.
"Well, don't keep me in suspense. What have you heard?" Dean said stepping forward.
"I heard you were handsome," the demon flirted as she circled around Dean, "but you're just edible." She turned her head towards Kim as she stalked towards her. "And you. I heard you were a child. Isn't it past your bed time?" she laughed. Kim glared at her but it had no effect. She had a feeling she knew where that conversation was going. Kim was furious. She could feel her blood boiling inside her as she listened to the words seep out of the demons mouth. Her body tensed up and she tried her hardest to keep her anger under control. The demon took a step towards her so that they were face to face. "Your dad says 'hi' by the way," she whispered in Kim's ear. Kim bit her tongue to stop herself from punching that bitch right in the face. Kim could feel her nails digging into her skin as she clenched her fist, the aroma of sulfur was tingling Kim's nose.
"How can I help you, Dean?" she smirked, walking away from Kim and walked into in front of Dean. Dean smirked at her.
"Maybe we can do this in my car. Nice and private," his voice was low and dangerous, seemly seductive.
"Sounds good to me," she said before striking to the car, Dean following behind her. He looked over to Kim and pointed to the ground, gesturing of her to stay put. Without arguing, she crossed her arms and huffed, signaling him that she would stay.
Kim stayed put, watching as Dean and the Demon walked to the Impala. She tried her best to listen to the conversation but they were too far away to hear every word. She just wanted to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. She didn't want to have to save his ass.
"Like father like son," the demon smirked to Dean who sent her a deadly scowl. "You did know about your dad's deal, right? His life for yours? Oh, I didn't make the deal myself, but... Boy, I wish I had." Kim heard the worst part of the conversation. She was sure by the look on Dean's face and his clenched jaw he would do someone stupid. The sound of Impala door opening caught Kim's attention.
"After you," he seethed as he held the door open for her. The demon smiled at him.
"What a gentlemen." As she went to take a step into the car, she saw the edge of a symbol sticking out from under the car. She looked up to Dean with a grimace. "A demon trap? You've got to be kidding me," she spat. She stood right outside the demon trap and slammed the door shut as she marched towards Dean who had started backing away towards Kim. Kim took small steps backward towards a wooded structure, feeling rocks from the road that had flung into her shoe cut into her skin. "You stupid, stupid—I should rip you two limb from limb!" she sneered. Dean smirked at her and opened his arms.
"Take your best shot," his voice was pleading. Not something Kim expected him to say. Kim looked at him weirdly. She knew he was going to do something stupid.
"What are you doing?" Kim marched over to him but he ignored her and continued to stare straight at the demon. The demon laughed.
"No. I don't think so. I'm not gonna put you out of your misery," she teased as she stepped towards him.
"And why not?" he asked.
"Because your misery's the whole point. It's too much fun to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul. I mean, that's gotta hurt." She continued to stalk towards Dean who was now up against the wooden structure along with Kim. "It's all you ever think about. You wake up and your first thought is, 'I can't do this anymore.' You're all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much and it's all your fault." She looked over at Kim and smiled evilly. Kim scowled at her. "You blew it, I could have given you what you need."
"What do I need?" Dean asked.
The demon smirked. "Your father. I could have brought him back. Your loss. See you, Dean. Kim. I wish you both nice, long lives."
"Hold on," Dean said. The demon turned around and walked towards Dean.
"You're lucky I've got a soft spot for lost puppies and long faces," she said. "I just can't leave you like this. Besides, you didn't call me her to bargain for Evan. Not really." Kim's eyes shot towards Dean. The demon smiled and walked towards him some more as they backed away deeper under the wooden structure.
"Can you bring him back? My dad?" he asked.
"Of course I can, just as he was. Your dad would live a long, natural life... Like he was meant to. That's a promise."
"What about me?"
"I could give you 10 years. Ten long, good years with him. That's a lifetime. The family can be together again. John, Dean, Sammy. The Winchester boys all reunited."
"Look, your dad's supposed to be alive. You're supposed to be dead. So we'll just set things straight. Put things in their natural order. And you get ten extra years on top. That's a bonus," the demon smirked. "But you Kim, it wasn't your photo in the box," she sneered as Kim.
"You think you could..." Dean stopped walking and turned towards the demon. "Throw in a set of steak knives?" he asked. The demon smirked and stepped closer to him so that they were face to face.
"You know, this smart-ass self-defence mechanism of yours—" She stopped and looked up to find a demon trap painted on the roof of the wooden structure. "Dean... Kim..." She spoke in a threatening tone as they smiled to themselves proudly.
"That's gotta hurt," Kim said with a smirk.
"Let me out, now," the demon commanded.
"Sure, but we gotta make a little deal here first. You call off your Hellhounds and let Evan go, then I let you go," Dean smirked.
"I can't break a binding contract," she argued.
"By 'can't' do you mean 'won't'?" Kim huffed.
"You let Evan and his wife live to a ripe old age. Going... going..." Dean started.
"Let's talk about this," the demon pleaded.
"Okay, gone." Dean grabbed out his father's journal and handed it to Kim who opened it to the exorcism. She felt the rough leather between her fingers she thought she would never feel again. She flicked through a few pages until she met the one she was looking for.
"What's she doing?" she asked Dean.
"She," he said point to Kim, "is giving you a little trip. Way down south."
"Regna terrae, cantate deo..." Kim started the exorcism, circling the Demon, who begins to flinch and convulse. "in potentis magnife!"
"Wait!" The demon grabbed Dean who was standing close to the Demon trap and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Kim fake gagged as she watched the unexpected scene unfold. She broke the kiss and he stepped back away from her and wiped his lips.
"What the hell was that for?" he seemed disgusted.
"Sealing the deal."
"I usually like to be warned before I'm violated with demon tongue," Dean sighed, wiping his hand on his jacket.
"Evan Hudson is free. He and his wife will live long lives."
"How do we know you're not lying?" Dean questioned.
"My word is my bond," she finished. "It is when I make a deal. It's the rules. You got what you wanted. Now let me go." She demanded. Dean stepped back and glanced up at the Demons trap. "You're gonna double-cross me? Funny how I'm the trustworthy one," she yelled as Dean just shrugged. "You know, you renege? Send me to hell? Sooner or later I'm gonna climb out, and skinning Evan Hudson will be the first thing that I do," she spat. Dean smiled at her and started walking to his car. She screamed after him but he ignored her. The demon switched her attention to Kim.
Kim sighed and climbed the wooden structure and pulled the knife out from her pants. Kim scratched away at the paint, creating a small indecent in the paint, allowing the demon to escape. The demon smiled at her and shook her head before shouting after Dean.
"I gotta tell you. You would have never pulled that stunt if you knew," the demon spat towards Dean.
"Knew what?" Dean seethed.
"Where your dad is. You should have made that deal. See, people talk about hell, but it's just a word. It doesn't even come close to describing the real thing," she continued.
"Shut your mouth, bitch." Kim could see Dean was getting extremely irritated. His fists were clenched and her jaw was stiff, a stern and deadly expression on his face.
"If you could see your poor daddy? Hear the sounds he makes 'cause he can't even scream?" the demon spat.
"How about I send you back there?" Kim smirked as she continued the exorcism.
She throws her head back; black smoke poured out of her mouth as she screamed. The demon was gone and the girl who had hosted it slumped to the ground, confused.
"What... How did I get here?"
•※•
Sam, Dean, and Kim were in the Impala driving to the closest motel, Kim crossed her arms and fiddled with her necklace chain around her neck. Sam and Dean had been talking about what happened and what the demon said. Kim and Sam were trying their hardest to convince Dean that the demon lied. That's what they do, they lie to make people feel like shit. Both Sam and Kim could she the darkness and sadness in Dean's eyes. There was a moment of silence.
"Dean?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Dean replied.
"When you were trapping that demon, you weren't... I mean, it was all a trick, right? You never considered actually making that deal, right?" he asked nervously. Both Sam and Kim waited for an answer yet they knew they weren't going to get one.
Dean stares straight ahead, then glances out the side window. He reaches forward and turns the radio on full blast and doesn't say a word and they knew exactly what that meant.
They had been quiet for a while now, only music to occupy their busy minds. Kim was glad that they trusted her enough to talk about their dad in front of her. She was sure Dean still didn't feel very comfortable around her even after the few months they had known each other. Sam, on the other hand, felt like he could trust her to an extent. Kim was never the person to blab about her personal life. It just seemed every one she trusted turned to dust in a matter of years, but she knew that if she was going to hang around with the Winchesters, she had to trust them a little.
"Pamela honestly didn't say much," Kim started. Sam spin around from the front so he could look at Kim as Dean turned off the music, intent to listen. Sam's eyebrows were furrowed and he sent her a questioning look.
"What are you talking about?" he asked,
"You asked me what Pamela said and I told you I'd tell you when I had my head wrapped around it. Well, I think I have. Listen, she didn't say exactly what it was. She said it was powerful and inhuman." Kim took a breath, not of nerves, but to ease the tension. "I connected the dots and figured out what it was," Kim blurted. Sam furrows his eyebrows at her, not exactly knowing what she's talking about.
"What?" Sam persisted, wanting to know what she was talking about.
"It all adds up. Andy didn't effect me. It's inhuman. The burst of excruciating pain that I can apparently transfuse to others," she explained and both Sam and Dean waited for her to continue. She let her words drift through the air as she thought about what to say. It was too late for her to say 'forget about it', but Kim felt like she didn't need to, as if she almost trusted them. Their familiarity made her feel like home, so she took a deep breath and sighed. "I think I have an ability. Like Sam." The car turned quiet and Kim knew the second it left her mouth that it was a bad idea to tell them. Sam sat there and stared at her as he connected the dots himself. After a few extremely awkward seconds of silence, Dean coughed awkwardly.
"Well..." Dean sighed and turned on the music, "that was interesting."