"Teresa," Eri whispered, walking cautiously into the house.
"No, but how about me?" Jackie hissed, appearing out of nowhere.
She flicked her finger at Eri who slammed back against a stairway railing.
"Leave her alone!" Sam yelled, diving at Jackie.
"Winchester!" The demon snarled, blinking her eyes black.
Jackie punched Sam, interrupting his attack and fell back as Dean stepped through the door, his shotgun smoking.
"Don't forget me bitch," He said grimly.
The demon smoothed her tattered shirt, the salt rounds had torn it and narrowed her eyes.
"This was brand new!" She growled, "I stole it from Express!"
She screeched as Sam slicked her leg with the demon killing knife. Instinctively, the demon kicked at Sam, sending him flying.
"Pathetic meat sack," She hissed.
"Allow me," Another voice spoke.
Teresa appeared behind Dean, knocking him to the ground and taking his shotgun.
She snapped it in half with her inhuman strength and smiled at Dean, her black eyes glistening.
"Aw Dean," She pouted, "You're not cheating on me are you?"
"Oh never," He growled at he tackled her, "Just waiting on you sweetheart!"
Dean splashed holy water on the demon and she screeched, clawing at him.
"Get away from her!" Jackie roared.
"Hey you!" Sam yelled, standing up and twirling Ruby's knife, "I thought you wanted me?"
"Oh I am so going to kill you!" She hissed, stalking over to Sam.
She thrust her hand out and swung it wide, causing Sam to be lifted and thrown into Eri. The knife flew and Jackie ducked.
"Damn thing," She rolled her head, "I'm so going to kill whoever created that piece of crap."
Suddenly she fell over, Teresa on top of her and Dean grabbed the knife, jumping on top of them.
Teresa smirked, kneeing the hunter in the groin and rolling away. Dean collapsed in pain and Jackie stood over him.
"The great Dean Winchester," She mocked, "Taken down by the balls."
"Leave him alone!" Sam roared, splashing another flask of holy water on the demon from behind her.
"Stupid hunter!" Jackie growled, stepping back, "Have fun with your brother!"
She used her telekinesis to throw Sam into Dean and slam them both against an ornate fireplace in the living room.
Den collapsed, his head cracking against the mantle and Sam fell in a heap besides him, cushioned by his big brother.
"Dean!" He shouted, "Dean!"
"Aw is the big brother hurt?" Jackie laughed, "That's so sad!"
Sam stood up, ready to fight, although the knife and holy water were out of his reach. He looked to the side and saw another shot gun on the ground, just beyond the couch. Eri's gun, discarded as she wrestled with Teresa.
He dived for the gun as Jackie swung her leg at him, graceful and deadly.
He grabbed it, rolling on the hardwood floor and came up just as Eri brought down Teresa.
Her movements were fluid and graceful, strong and powerful as she matched kick for kick, punch for punch with her friend.
Eri had unwound a strange silver cord, diving around the demon, stringing the cord behind her, wrapping and tangling her former friend within. Eri grabbed Teresa by the waist, slamming down on her own back and kicking Teresa over head. Teresa flew, but was pulled back by the cord where Eri delivered a powerful kick into her chin. Before the demon could recover, Eri jumped on top of her, rolling across the ground, weaving the cord around the demon's torso, arms and finally her neck. Eri twisted the right arm of her prey back and pinned the demon to the wood floor with her boot.
Eri was breathing heavily, scrapped, bruised and bloody but alive. She flung her hair out of her eyes and glared down at the demon, bending closer to her.
"You know what this is? This is a demon trapping whip. It's extremely rare and hard to make. It's coated in pure silver, infused with salt with a demon trapping spell spoken over it. You won't be getting out of here, not anytime soon!"
Sam wanted to acknowledge how impressed he was. He had heard her and Teresa discussing such a weapon, but how impossible it would be to actually master.
Apparently though Eri had mastered it quite well as she held Teresa down.
Eri pulled Teresa back by her hair and flicked her wrist. Sliding across the floor and leaping into her hand was the demon killing knife.
"You bitches ain't the only one with powers," Eri hissed venomously.
Sam looked back to Jackie who was staring at Eri and Teresa.
"You won't do it," She said simply, "You wouldn't kill your friend."
"Try me," Eri's lips curled back in anger as she pressed the tip to the demon's neck.
Sam watched Jackie as she clenched her fists.
"You think I care?" She mocked, "She's just a meatsuit! We can always grab another!"
"Then do it!" Dean roared as he knocked Jackie down.
He began an exorcism when the demon threw him up with her hand. He slammed against the ceiling hard and Sam shot at the demon.
She was pushed back into the glass coffee table and stood up laughing.
"Thanks Dean," She smiled, blood covering her teeth, "I think I will!"
The demon then twisted her neck completely 180 degrees, exiting Jackie amid a massive black plume of smoke.
"No!" Eri screamed as Teresa elbowed her and pushed back.
The knife fell loose for just a moment before Eri re tightened her grip.
But it was too late.
The knife plunged into Teresa's neck, a red fare lighting up under Teresa's skin as blood gushed out.
"No!" Eri repeated, throwing the knife away and frantically covering the wound.
The wound that poured blood like open floodgates.
Eri held one hand under Teresa's neck and the other pressing against the stab.
Teresa's eyes blinked, from black to a soft brown.
She gurgled as her pupils dilated, dying.
Seeing the blood flow slow, Eri bowed her head and gently laid Teresa on the floor. With a couple of quick flips of her wrist, the demon trapping whip unfurled itself from the hunter's body.
Eri glanced from Teresa to Jackie, bowing her head sadly.
The three hunters waited in silence fora moment, to honor the fallen hunters.
Eri nodded to Dean who nodded to Sam. They quickly grabbed their weapons, Eri already, slinging an arrow into the notch on the quiver.
They moved away fro the destroyed living room back into the front of the house. The three of them looked up the stairs as a boom sounded.
Eri took the lead, pulling back on the string as they reached the top.
The brothers quickly checked two bedrooms and a bathroom. Eri moved straight ahead to the last room, a master.
She kicked the door down, holding the arrow up as she stepped inside.
She ignored the beautiful King sized bed and moved straight to the balcony hearing the Winchesters follow behind. The glass door was open and the night was cold. She narrowed her eyes at the man that stood at the railing.
He was tall, tall as Sam, maybe even taller. He was thin as a stick, but she sensed powerful strength under the numerous folds of his black robes. His head was bald and he seemed to be nonchalant about three hunters all aiming at his back. In one hand he held what seemed like a straight black coffee. In the other was a long ghostly white staff. Greek letters covered it from foot to head where a red jewel sat. It wasn't super detailed or elaborate. just a simple circular red rock that glistened like fresh blood.
"Winchesters," His voice was like honey or chocolate, smooth, dark and rich.
The man turned around, revealing a ghostly pale face and absolute white eyes. If Sam had seen him on the street, he would have guessed he was blind. Dean however simply tightened his grip on Eri's gun. Eri meanwhile huffed and pulled the string taut on the quiver. The man spoke again, confirming the hunters's goal and fear.
"I am Charon."
