"Today is the day" I thought to myself.
I had spent the night holed up in my new room at Bobby's house trying to come to terms with the fact that I was going to have to face another demon. Bobby had stopped in to let me know that they wanted to move as quickly as possible so they could figure out what I was without putting me in danger, and that meant that time was now a factor.
I was restless and agitated but mainly, I was plain scared. However, it seemed to me that if this is what Bobby thought was best, then it was the best course of action. All that flashed through my head was every possible negative outcome: what if Sam and Dean got hurt? What if I got hurt? What if it doesn't work this time? What if it does? Seeing as this endless cycle of "what if's" wouldn't go away, I decided it was best to get up and face the reality of the day.
After washing up and getting dressed, I headed downstairs to find Sam and Bobby huddled around the kitchen table, just where I had left them.
"Good morning" I said, trying to sound as cheery as possible.
"Morning" replied Sam. "How're you feeling?"
"Um, ok I guess" I answered. "I just want to get this over with so we can find some answers."
"Well," began Bobby. "We're set whenever you are."
"Alright" I said. "What about Dean?"
It had dawned on me then that I hadn't seen him since I had kissed him the day before. But I couldn't worry about that now, not when I was going to be facing a demon.
"He's already out by the Impala" said Sam. "Ready to go".
"He's out by the what?" I asked.
"The Impala" repeated Sam, a grin spreading across his face. "You know the car?"
"Oh" I said feeling embarrassed about my lack of car knowledge. "Well, let's get the show on the road" I said.
I didn't want to drag out the inevitable any longer than was absolutely necessary, so Sam and Bobby grabbed a couple of duffel bags that had been sitting on the floor and led the way out to meet Dean.
"What's in the bags?" I asked Sam.
"Just a couple of things we may need for today." He replied. "We can fill you in on the way."
We made our way outside and I saw Dean leaning against the hood of the Impala.
"Good morning" I said, not sure what to say.
"Ready for this?" he asked.
"As I'll ever be" I replied.
And with that I joined Sam and Dean in the Impala as Bobby followed in a pick up truck.
"So," I said. "Can someone tell me what will actually be happening on this trip?"
"We're gonna catch a demon, and you're gonna kill it" replied Dean.
"Thanks for that. I had no idea." I said accompanied with my best eye roll as Dean was watching me in the rearview mirror. A grin spread across his face putting me slightly at ease.
Sam turned in the passenger seat to face me.
"What is it you want to know?" he asked.
"Where are we going exactly?" I asked. "Why can't we summon this demon back at Bobby's?"
"Well" explained Sam. "It's called a cross-roads demon for a reason. You summon one at a cross-road. So, we can't stay at Bobby's because it won't work. Plus we need to stay under the radar so we're going to drive to the edge of town so we don't have to worry about being watched."
"Ok." I said. "And how do you summon a cross-roads demon?"
"Well, there's a ritual that needs to be followed." continued Sam. "When we get to a cross-road, we need to dig a hole in the ground in the center of it and bury a box containing a picture of the person who wants to make a deal along with some other items. So, for today, we'll just use a picture of Dean or me."
"Not one of me?" I asked.
"Definitely not" interrupted Dean.
"Why?" I questioned.
"Because," Dean continued. "We don't know who has it out for you, and we don't want to give away your location until we're sure the cross-road demon can't get in contact with anyone else."
"And how are you going to keep that from happening?" I interrupted.
"What is this?" asked Dean. "20 questions?"
"Considering the fact that my life is at stake, I think I deserve to know what's going to happen today." I replied feeling my temper begin to flare.
"It's ok" said Sam in an attempt to calm me down. "The more you know, the more prepared you are, and the better off you'll be. When we summon the demon, we are going to use something called a Devil's Trap."
"I heard Bobby mention that last night." I said. "How does something like that work?"
"Well," said Sam. "It's a symbol we can draw that will essential trap and help us to control demons. Remember how we told you that salt can ward off ghosts and spirits? Well a Devil's Trap is even stronger."
"Ok," I said trying to take in all of the information. "So once the demon is in the Devil's Trap, then what? I just touch it? How will we keep it from hurting me?"
"That's what the duffel bags are for." explained Sam. "We have chains that have been soaked in holy water that will keep the demon from being able to struggle. Once we have them trapped, they won't be able to hurt you. All we need is one touch to see if you still have your powers."
"And what if I do?" I asked. "What does that mean?"
"Well," began Sam looking like he was struggling for words.
"What my brilliant brother is trying to say is that we still have no clue what it would mean, but seeing it happen might give us some clues" interrupted Dean.
And with that, I fell silent as Dean continued to drive us further and further away from town.
We pulled up next to an abandoned water tower and Dean turned to face me.
"Show time" he said as a grin spread across his face.