We were flung against the wall. I hit it with a silent oomph, wincing when I my back smacked into it. "The Winchesters" she sighed, standing up from her spot behind the table. "I'm flattered you came all the way here to stop me in my evil ways" She walked over to me, smiling. "And Lexie, how are you?" She paused, like she was waiting for an answer. I just glared. "Oh that's right. You can't speak" she laughed.
"Shut up, Bitch!" Dean yelled, staring daggers at her.
"Oh, Dean" she sighed. "There's no need for such language" She patted him on the shoulder, and picked up his gun. "Well now, this is a big toy for such a little boy"
"Go to hell" he said, and she smacked him across the face.
"You know nothing of hell" she said, with a glare. She threw the gun down. "And I don't know what you were planning on doing with this thing, but you should no they don't hurt me"
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursion infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare" My father said.
She smiled, and flinched at his words. "Why don't you shut your mouth" she said, showing us her teeth with a wicked smile. My father coughed slightly, but he could no longer talk. "Much better," she stated.
"Vade, Satana, inventor et…Majicer? No..magister omnis fallaciae, Ho…hos…hostis humanae salutis?" Dean said, stuttering through the words.
She just laughed. "Nice try," she sighed. "Guess you should've studied more" She went back over to her altar. "You're lucky. I was right in the middle of calling up an old friend of mine."
My father kicked angrily at the wall. Dean looked at her the best he could. "Can't wait to meet him," He said, sarcastically.
"I bet so" she said, and picked up a bowl. "So who wants to donate their blood?" She looked to each of us. "Gotta be a virgin" she sing-songed. She walked over to me. She drew her knife over my arm. I bit my lip, tears threatening to fall.
She let the blood fall into the bowl. "Thanks so much sweetie," she said. "Here, have your voice back. Think of it as a parting gift. You won't be here much longer anyway."
I felt like something was shoved down my throat. I coughed and sputtered for a moment. "You bitch," I coughed. It felt like something had been lodged in my throat for a long time, and now it was raw. "Let me go."
"Hmmm…no," she said, walking away. "It doesn't work that way, darling sorry"
I looked to my dad, and I sighed. Then I realized something. I could talk. "Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt" I said, as fast as I could without stumbling over the words. "Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine"
"Shut up!" she yelled, leaning on the wall. "Don't you dare!"
"Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire te rogamus, audi nos" I went on. I fell off the wall. She stalked towards me, ready to kill. "Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris, te rogamus, audi nos" I finished, and black smoke erupted from her mouth.
Dean walked over to me. I was holding my arm in pain. That stupid demon had cut deep. "You okay, Peanut?" my father asked, checking the girl's body.
"Yeah" I said, immediately pretending that I was fine. It didn't hurt that bad anyway. "Just a flesh wound" I added, looking at Dean. Dean narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.
"Where am I?" the girl demanded, groggily. Her eyes were still partially closed. "What's going on?"
"You're okay," my dad said, helping her up. "Dean's going to get you out of here."
"Yes, sir" Dean said, helping her up with a smile. He half carried her out of the barn, back towards the car.
As soon as he left, my father and I started to clean up the mess in the barn. "I wonder what she meant by her friend," I said, and out of nowhere the windows closed and the door slammed shut.
"Son of a bitch," my father said. "Stay behind me." I moved right behind him. He slowly moved to the altar, ready to tip it.
"What are you doing?" a voice laughed. A girl jumped down from the rafters. "Silly Johnny, you can't do that." She grinned, and her real face appeared. It looked like she was half decayed and a rotting corpse. I gasped. "What?" she asked, pretending to be shocked. "Don't like my face?"
She grinned, and launched herself at my dad. He took a swing at her, and I dodged out of the way. I grabbed the knife on the floor and stabbed her with it. No blood even came out. She barely even winced. She stood up, and pulled it out. "It's rude to stab people in the back" she said, tossing it aside.
My father had the time to slink around her and grab the gun. "Rude to jump people too" he said, and shot her three times with silver bullets. She gasped, and then fell to the ground, dead.
"What was she?" I asked, side stepping her body.
"A draugr," he said, and picked up the knife. "C'mon, we gotta get outta here." He kicked over the altar, and we left without another word.
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Dean came back late that night. "Sorry," he apologized to my father. "She was hysterical"
"Uh-huh" he said, not interested. "Just get to bed, we're leaving early tomorrow"
"To go where?" I asked.
"Just go to bed" my father replied, shaking his head. "I'm not in the mood, okay?" He picked up his coat. "I gotta go run to the store. Alexis, you better be in bed by the time I get back"
"Yes, sir" I grumbled. I headed for the bathroom.
"Hey" Dean called, as the door slammed closed behind my father. "You did good today. Knew the exorcism and everything"
"Gee, thanks" I said, rolling my eyes.
"No really" he said, stopping the door from closing. "I was impressed" He gave me a small smile. "I'd even say you saved our asses"
I paused, "Really?"
"Really" he said, slapping me on the back.
I smiled, "Thanks"
"No problem" he said. "Now you better get to bed or dad's gonna kick your ass" I brushed my teeth and got into bed. Dean was already there, hogging all the blankets.
"Dean" I complained, and he snorted and let me have some blankets. I curled up into a little ball, burying my head in the pillows, and fell into a deep, deep sleep for once.
