Sam and Dean drove down to the convenience store only a few blocks away. Dean had went inside to get the beer while Sam sat in the car. He shuffled his feet in the floorboard kicking over Amber's briefcase. He picked it up and pulled out the digital recorder she had used to record the interview with Mayor Westler.
"What's that?" Dean said as he opened the driver's side door and climbed in.
"Amber recorded the interview we had with Mayor Westler…you've got to listen to this…this guy is a complete hound…he spends practically the whole interview hitting on her." Sam laughed as he pressed play. The recording began to play:
"Well, Miss Greta…may I call you Greta? *static*PRETTY GIRL *static*…….It all begins with bringing whoever is responsible for these tragedies to justice. *static* PRETTY, PRETTY GIRL *static* Then we can start the rebuilding process…bringing this town and its people back together and rally for what we once were and can be again. *static* I WANT MY PRETTY GIRL. I NEED MY PRETTY GIRL. *static*
Stunned, Sam paused the recording the color draining from his face. "Dean get back to the house now!"
Dean quickly obeyed, squealing out of the parking lot, ignoring every stop sign and speeding back to the house.
They tore back into the driveway slamming the car into park and ran for the front door guns drawn.
"Maybe we made him before he has a chance to get to her…" Dean said running up the steps to the door.
Suddenly they heard Amber's deafening screams coming from inside the house. "Oh my God!" Sam said as Dean kicked open the door and ran into the living room. Sam and Dean followed the screams back to her bedroom, where they found Amber severely beaten and bloodied on the bed, a familiar figure leaning over here holding her down as he tried to remove her underwear as she fought.
"Cas!" Dean yelled shocked pointing the gun at him. The demon possessing Castiel looked up from his work exposing his black eyes to them and grinning.
"Shit! He's possessed! Sam yelled and tackled him throwing him to the floor as Amber lost consciousness on the bed.
Somehow
as Sam held the demon down on the floor, Castiel fought through the
darkness.
"Get her away from me!" he yelled painfully and
slipped back into the darkness, the demon overtaking his body once
again.
"Is she alive?" Sam yelled at Dean who nervously checked Amber for any sign of life. "She's breathing." Dean said checking her neck as his hands shook fearfully.
"Draw a devils trap in the kitchen…we need to hold him until we can get her to a hospital." Sam ordered to Dean jerking the demon up off the floor.
Dean ran to the kitchen and shoved the kitchen table out of the way and quickly drew a makeshift devils trap on the floor and the ceiling. He put a chair in the middle of it and ran to help Sam transport the struggling demon to the kitchen, its eyes still shining black with evil and grinning. They quickly secured him to the chair.
"Dean, get her to the hospital. I'm stay here with him." Sam said breathlessly tightening the restraints around the demon.
Dean ran to the bedroom and picked up Amber's bloody lifeless body and quickly carried her out to the car.
Sam and Dean gave each other one last fearful glance as Dean pulled out of the driveway, Amber slumped over in the passenger's seat.
