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Warnings: this chapter contains mentions/allusions to sexual assault. If this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to not read this chapter. I'll throw in a quick summary of this chapter with my next update so you won't be completely lost.
Tainted Love
He was right, by the end of the week I could hit the targets every time, but rarely the bull's eye. Of course, during that time the brothers catch a case. Since it is in this state, they allow me to stay here by myself.
I know they are nervous about it considering what happened last time I was here alone, but I assure them that I absolutely will not open the door for any reason. "Promise?" Dean asks for the hundredth time.
"Yes mom, I promise. Now go save some people and quit worrying about me. Y'all have trained me enough that I can hold my own now." It's true. I can shoot, engage in close combat, and I know a lot of lore on various creatures.
"Okay." Dean concedes. "But you better check in every day. If you miss a day, then we are coming straight back here." I know he means it. They're both overprotective, which is as endearing as it is frustrating.
"I will, now GO!" I shout exasperatedly as I shove them out the door. I listen for the sound of the Impala starting up before I relax. I was worried they would change their minds and leave me at the houseboat again. While I love spending time with Kevin, I hate feeling like he's babysitting me. He's only a few weeks older than me, after all.
They're only gone for 3 days this time. While they are gone, I just work on my training, hoping one day they'll let me go with them. They haven't even mentioned the possibility, which is a bit disheartening. I've decided to try extra hard to prove my worth to them.
"So, what was it this time?" I ask as they walk in, bags slung over their shoulders.
"Vampires and hunters younger than you in over their heads." Dean replies, coming over and ruffling my hair. He is definitely the annoying older brother. Sam is more caring and supportive while Dean is irritating and protective.
I remember when Dean decided to prank me by putting whipped cream on my hand. Unfortunately for him, I'm a light sleeper. When I felt him do that, I concentrated on my senses and figured out where he was. When he tickled my nose, he was the one who got a face full of creamy deliciousness. His face was golden! He looked so confused and shocked when I opened my eyes and grinned impishly at him.
"How's Krissy?" I ask, to the shock of them both. I should quit doing that. At the same time, however, their reactions are always priceless. It's hard to catch the two of them off guard typically, so I enjoy doing it.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to you knowing so much about our lives." Sam replies after recovering from his temporarily shocked state. "But Krissy is good. She's turned into a good hunter and a great kid."
"How are you?" I ask him immediately. They may worry about me, but that doesn't mean I can't worry about them too. I'm especially worried about Sam. He's been getting steadily worse, though he tries to hide it.
"I'm fine. Why do y'all have to make such a big deal about it?" Sam replies defensively. I decide to let it go. I'm getting good at reading when it's okay to pursue a topic, and when I should just drop it.
"What did you do while we were gone?" Dean asks. I'm not sure if he's just trying to change the topic or if he genuinely wants to know, but I answer anyway.
"I just trained and read some lore." I report.
"Good girl." he jokes. "I vote we just relax today. We've all been working hard." We head back to Sam's room for another movie marathon. Dean runs and grabs snacks, popcorn, and beer.
"What about a drink for Caitlin?" Sam asks, eyeing the beer. He's still very strict when it comes to my ban from any alcohol. I appreciate his concern, I do, but it can be a bit overbearing at times.
"She can have one beer. We'll be here to watch out for her. Let the girl live a little!" Dean replies, handing me a beer. I thank him while Sam gives him a bitch face, but doesn't raise any more objections.
By the end of the night, I've had two beers and am buzzed, but not noticeably. "See." Dean slurs, obviously a bit drunk from all the beer he drank. "She isn't even tipsy!"
Sam, looking tired, responds, "Fine Dean, but I still don't like it." We decide to call it a night, Dean and I heading to our separate rooms.
The next day, the brothers receive a S.O.S. from Kevin. They rush out with a hurried goodbye, leaving me by myself once more. I decide to clean the Bunker while they are gone. I have a hunch that they are about to do the next Trial, which means Sam is going to get worse, so I want to do something nice for them.
In the span of two days, the Bunker is spotless and I go back to working on my training. On day three, I use the last of my medication. Not knowing when the boys will be home, I grab my hex bag and gun before heading into town to get it refilled.
Usually Sam does this, but neither brother is responding to my texts or calls, so I just have to do it myself. I'm breaking the biggest rule by leaving while they are gone, but I don't want to have another episode. The doctor mentioned that the longer I take the meds, the more severe an episode will be if I stop. Besides, I've been training hard and can protect myself. What's the harm in a quick trip to the pharmacy? I'll be there and back in half an hour.
I get a cab and make it to Walmart no problem. I begin having flashbacks to that day, months ago. This is the first time I've been back since then. I ignore the memories playing on repeat in my head and walk over to the little pharmacy.
I get a refill and call another cab. I get in and tell him a spot a mile from the Bunker. I don't want anyone knowing the location, so I'll have a bit of a walk. Luckily, it's a nice day. My mind drifts, so it takes me a minute to notice we are heading the wrong way.
"Umm, I think you're going the wrong way." I say to the driver.
"We're taking my special route." he says with a wink and a very unsettling smile.
"I just want to go home." I say warily, debating whether to reach for my gun or not.
It's getting dark and I begin to get really worried. I reach for my gun, and that's when he flashes black eyes and flings it across the cab. "I wouldn't do that, sweet cheeks. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. We're almost to my special spot." he smirks, looking me up and down.
I feel sick. I would end up in a cab with a perv demon while Sam and Dean are far away. I truly begin to panic when I realized that none of my clothes have an anti-possession symbol sewn in and I left the charm in my room.
They never got around to adding the symbols to my new clothes, which is all that I'm wearing. My charm is probably sitting on my dresser, right next to where I grabbed my hex bag. I always knew my forgetfulness would land me in trouble, but I never thought it would be this bad!
Dean is going to kill me for breaking my promises. I not only left the Bunker while they're gone, but I also took off my charm that I swore to always wear.
The cab turns onto an old abandoned road and pulls over in a small copse of trees. The demon parks the cab and turns to me. "When I saw you, your body gave me so many ideas." he leers.
"Please, just let me go home." I plead. I have nothing to defend against a demon. I'm still working on memorizing the exorcism, so I'm a sitting duck. This is like my worst nightmare. Why is it that I seem to attract trouble whenever I open the Bunker door?
"In good time." he replies with an evil glint in his eyes. "But first we're gonna have a little fun."
I think fast and shout, "Christo!" It flinches and I seize the moment of its distraction to yank the door open and tear down the road. I may be fast, but I can't outrun demon smoke. I don't get very far before I'm choking as black smoke forces its way into my body.
"I'm going to keep you fully conscious so you can enjoy this as well." I hear the demon say with my voice. I'm shoved into a small corner of my mind, as it has full control. I can hear, see, and feel everything, but I can't do anything except lash out internally.
I watch as it dumps the cab driver out and takes the wheel. The poor driver is dead, his neck snapped before the demon possessed me. It takes a particular joy in telling me that. It claims that since I ran, it killed him. I feel horrible for an innocent life lost, but I couldn't go down without a fight, that's not how I've been trained.
It drives back to town and pulls up at a seedy looking bar. The sign reads Blue Fox Bar and there are a few trucks and bikes parked in the lot. My mind races with possibilities for what it is going to do. It grabs a bag from the trunk and walks into the bar, heading to the ladies' room.
It goes into a stall and opens the bag. It begins stripping my body and I'm horrified by what it pulls from the bag and dresses me in. It pulls out a pair of extremely short booty shorts that are more like denim underwear, a low cut black crop top that stops above my belly button, and last of all, a pair of tall high heel black leather boots.
Before it leaves, it paints my face to complete the look of a whore, and then walks back into the bar. It sits me down next to a group of guys at the bar and orders a whiskey.
"Hey sugar." one of the men says. "What's a gal like you doing in a place like this?"
"Just wanted a drink." the demon replies casually. The whiskey arrives and the demon just gulps it down. It burns horribly, but there's nothing I can do besides endure it. Another one of the men whistles.
"You sure can hold your liquor." he compliments, sounding impressed.
There are a total of four guys at the bar. They are all roughly around my age and not all that bad looking. One is blonde, another has brown hair, one is a red head, and last one is wearing a beanie. Blondie was the first one to talk and the ginger was the whistler.
"Are you boys from around here?" the demon flirts.
"Yeah, we all grew up here and are visiting from our college in Lawrence." Beanie answers.
"Mmmm, college boys." The demon hums suggestively.
"Where are you from? I don't think I've ever seen you around before." the brunette says, openly checking my body out. His buddies have been eyeing me too, which makes me extremely uncomfortable.
"Oh, here and there." The demon replies vaguely. Judging from the current conversation, I can guess what the demon's plan is. I begin to feel nauseous as I realize what this means for me.
The demon keeps up a conversation with the boys as they order it drinks. It pretends to get drunk, even though I know it can't. "I'm just in town for a few days, can you boys tell me a good place to stay?" the demon slurs.
The boys share a look that tells me exactly what is about to happen. The demon is laughing gleefully in my head as I'm screaming at it to stop. I beg it to just let me go or kill me, anything but this.
The boys offer to walk the demon to the nearest hotel and then help it check in when they get there. They walk it to the room then shut and lock the door behind them.
"Took y'all long enough." The demon slurs, "I've been waiting for y'all to make a move all night." The boys look pleased by this.
Blondie makes the first move, pulling me into a rough kiss. I try to take control, to pull away from the clashing teeth that bite my lip, but the demon only lets me watch and feel as it responds.
Blondie pulls hard on my hair and forces his tongue down my throat. He then slams me into the wall and begins grinding against my leg as his friends are recording on their phones. The demon responds passionately, moaning.
~Time Jump~
The next morning, the demon finally speaks to me as it washes blood from my hands. "I don't know about you, but I really enjoyed that."
By this point I am curled into a ball in my mind, sobbing and begging for it to be over. I beg it to let me go or kill me. I lost the will to fight hours ago, the pain and trauma too much for me to deal with.
"What's the fun in killing you?" the demon laughs. "The amusement is in how much it tortures you."
It puts my normal clothes back on since the boys destroyed the clothes it had put me in. It looks at me in the mirror and I can see the evidence of what happened. There are hickeys on my neck and various hand shaped bruises on my arms and legs. The men had seen my scars and decided I liked it rough. The demon, of course, just encouraged them.
After making sure I saw that, it walks out of the motel and heads back to the bar. It gets back to the cab and drives to a spot near the Bunker. With the cab hidden from the road, it walks to the Bunker and enters, grabbing a beer and taking a seat in the library.
"Those Winchesters should be back soon." it says casually. "Won't they be surprised when you attack them."
"If you know the Winchesters, then you know they will kill you." I bite back. Threatening my family is enough to pull me back from the edge of the abyss. I care very deeply for my adoptive family and will do anything to protect them.
"Oh honey, I doubt they could kill their sweet little adopted sister." it mocks.
"So I'm your human shield." I reply in understanding. "They can always exorcise you."
"They'll be a little busy trying to defend themselves without hurting you. They're very predictable when it comes to family." it scoffs.
I realize it's right, they won't want to hurt me if they can avoid it. Family has always been and will continue to be family. Considering how protective and caring they are, the demon has a good chance of seriously injuring them while they are trying to avoid hurting my body.
Later, Sam and Dean return. "Hey, Cat. We're home." Dean greets, then he sees the empty beer bottle on the table. "Have you been drinking?!" he exclaims disbelievingly. I can see the disappointment in his eyes and it hurts.
"Yeah, what about it?" the demon scowls.
"Whoa! What's with the attitude?" Dean retorts in surprise. He's started approaching me cautiously, noticing something is off. Sam is right behind him, looking at me critically to discover what's wrong.
"I'm tired of you trying to run my life. I'm tired of being stuck in this Bunker. I'm tired of YOU!" The demon shouts angrily. As it shouts, it jumps up angrily. I can see Dean starting to reach out to stop any escape attempts, but it whips out the blade it was hiding and lunges at him.
"Dean!" Sam shouts as Dean barely blocks the blow, getting cut on the arm, but not stabbed in the heart like the demon was aiming for. Both brothers seem shocked by the turn of events. Of course, the whole time I'm screaming for Dean to run, that it isn't me, but he can't hear.
"What are you?!" Dean shouts angrily. I'm relieved he figured out it isn't me. I couldn't stand the look in his eyes when it had attacked him both verbally and physically. He had looked crushed, like I had broken his heart.
"Three guesses, pretty boy." the demon jeers, flashing its black eyes.
They both look shaken by this. "But she has a charm and a symbol in all of her clothes." Sam says in disbelief.
"Sorry, big bro. Your little sis went out without any protection. If it makes you feel better, she has been regretting it ever since I've been in her." it sneers. And God is it right. The moment I realized my situation I cursed my idiocy.
"Let her go." Sam demands, pulling out Ruby's knife. At the sight of it, I urge him to use it, to end this evil bitch and my misery.
"You won't use that. You'd be hurting poor helpless Caitlin." it mocks. All I can think is that it would be better if they kill me, then I won't have to live with the memories of this endless nightmare.
The demon laughs gleefully. "Wow, she sure has some dark thoughts, not that I blame her. We had quite the interesting night." it reveals with a smirk.
"Well your time is up, bitch." Dean says as Sam throws holy water on the demon. It screams in pain, which I take a dark pleasure in. Sam tosses the holy water to Dean.
As Sam reads off the exorcism, Dean throws holy water on the demon. At one point, the demon rushes Sam and gets a few good hits in before Dean yanks it off and dumps the rest of the water on it while Sam finishes the exorcism.
As he is about to end it, the demon takes its blade and thrusts it into my abdomen. It was quick and neither brother was looking when it plunged in the sharp blade. The exit of the demon is incredibly uncomfortable. I can taste sulfur as it billows out of my mouth and into the ground.
As soon as it is out, I black out from the pain my body is flooded with as all my injuries become fresh without its influence.
A/N: Well I did say things got interesting. I wrote many different versions of this scenario, but this was the one I was most comfortable posting. I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! The next one will probably be delayed til Friday due to a paper and the Supernatural premiere. Reviews are always read and responded to with appreciation! Feel free to PM me if you ever have any questions, I enjoy interacting with my readers. Til next time, TTFN!
Timeline from Chapters 8 and 9
April 22nd: Dropped off at boathouse, meet Kevin, and diner talk
April 25th: Winchesters return and sleeping in Dean's bed
April 26th: Training commences
May 10th: Return from case where Cas ran off with tablet
May 13th: Shooting practice
May 14th: Kansas case
May 17th: Return from case
May 18th: Kevin SOS
May 20th: Demon possession