An hour later, the demon checked Jess's watch. "Your brother should be here soon," she shrugged nonchalantly, looking over to Sam where he was still on the wall. "But I'm in no hurry."

Of course not. Sam would have said it out loud, but his lungs hurt and he was dreading the next hit against the wall he would get. The demon must have sensed he was loosing his strength because she didn't do anything for almost fifteen minutes, which Sam was grateful for even though he didn't know why.

"You're quiet." She said after a while, and Sam raised his head to look at her.

He huffed. "I wonder why."

"Come now," she fiddled with the piece of glass in her hands. "We haven't even started having fun yet."

"Well what are you waiting for then?" Sam replied dryly. "I'm not going anywhere."

The demon picked up Sam's cell phone, pushed a few buttons and turned back to Sam. "Oh, I know." She pushed the glass against his chest till it broke the skin and dragged it a few inches, ignoring Sam's struggling. Then she held the blade up so a little bit of blood ran down the blade, held up the phone and took a picture.

"What," Sam breathed. "Are you doing?"

"Sending this to your brother." She smiled, and pressed a couple more buttons on his phone before throwing it on the couch.

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Dean's phone rang again, and he answered hurriedly. "Look I'm coming," he said before the woman could say anything. "We just need a little more time."
"Time?" The woman hissed. "I gave you ninety minutes. That should be a load of time."

"We are still an hour away, and we can't go any faster."

"Well," She sneered, "We are having fun without you. I sent you a picture by the way."

"Just don't hurt him."

She hung up.

"Dad," Dean handed the phone to John. "She sent us a picture. Check the messages."

John checked the message box, and frowned deeply as he read a message.

"What?" Dean looked briefly at his father as he turned a corner. "What is it?"

John swore under his breath.

"Dad! What did she send us?"

John held up the phone, and Dean slowed down a little to get a better look. It was a bloody piece of something that looked like glass. And the message under it said, "Don't be late. We haven't even started."

Sam.

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"You going to kill us?"

The demon turned around, almost surprised by the question. "Excuse me?"

"Are you going to kill us?"

The demon sneered. "You know better than to ask that."

"My dad isn't going to let you. He's the best and you know it. There are three of us, and one of you."

"Your father is going to barge in here expecting a nest of vampires," the demon laughed. "And he's too worried about you to think straight about killing me. Not that he could."

"You don't have to worry about me?," Sam sighed sarcastically. "And why is that?"

The demon moved her hand, and Sam smacked hard against the other wall, falling to the ground. "That's why."

Sam rolled slowly onto his back, gasping for air. She had finally broken one of his ribs. He closed his eyes for a minute, gathering the strength he still had. Well here goes nothing. The first few words of the demon exorcism came to his mouth, and he managed to stumble through a few sentences before he was hit in the face again. Hard.

"Don't make me break your girlfriend's knuckles boy," the demon hissed in Sam's ear before standing back up. "Because hitting you that hard might hurt you a bit."

Sam rolled his tongue around in his mouth a bit, tasting blood. Then he continued with the exorcism so quickly he could hardly understand himself.

This time a foot hit him in the head so hard his vision blurred for a moment. He moaned, trying to regain a sense of what was happening around him, and he felt the demon pull him upright by the shirt so he was sitting up. And hit him again. The ground moved underneath him as the demon pulled him upright with the same force that hit him against the wall. He muttered the last two words of the exorcism, and he hit the wall at the same time that black smoke fumed on the ceiling. Everything went dark.

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Thud.

Jess pulled herself off the floor numbly, and sat up. What happened? She looked down to her hands and saw blood. Her entire body hurt.

Thud.

What was that? Jess looked around, and noticed a bloody piece of glass on the table. Her heart nearly stopped as she looked over the couch, to see Sam lying unconscious on the floor.

"Oh my god!" Jess fell to her knees. There was blood on Sam's face and chest. She pulled back the material a little to see a long cut. Was that from the glass? Who did this?

Thud.

Jess turned to the noise, now terrified. That must be them, the people who did this. She took a deep breath to calm herself, and then grabbed the glass.

Bang! Jess heard the door get busted down, and she turned around in alarm.

"Sam!" A man's voice called.

She sobbed, moving in front of Sam's body.

Two men came around the corner with guns and large knives, and Jess held up the glass. "Leave us alone!"

The older man gestured to the younger, and he looked in the bedroom and bathroom. "Where are they?" He asked, worried.

"Take anything." she tried not to cry, but it was hard. "Just leave us alone."

"We aren't here to hurt you." He assured, pointing the gun at the floor. "Where's Sam?"

"Just go away!" She shook her head. "Stop hurting him!"

The man frowned, taking a step closer. "We are here to help," he said calmly. "I'm Sam's father John. That's his brother Dean."

"And why should I believe you?"

"His birthday is May 2, 1983. He was born in Lawrence, Kansas, but we moved after his mother died in a car accident. He hadn't talked to me in almost two years until a couple days ago. Now if I wasn't his father, would I know that?"

Jess hesitated, looking up at the man. "No."

John walked forwards, his brow meeting when he saw Sam's condition and swore under his breath. "Dean?" He knelt down by Sam, feeling for a pulse. "Dean I need some help."

The younger man hurried into the room, looked briefly at Jess and then looked in amazement when he saw Sam.

"What happened to him?" Jess asked as clearly as she could.

The young man turned around all of a sudden, his gun pointed at Jess. "You."

"What?" Jess backed up, scared. "What are you talking about?"

"That voice," Dean continued. "It's you."

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"No, Dean," John lifted his hand to show a powder on the ground. "Sulphur. A demon's been here." He pulled a flask from his jacket and threw a few drops of water on Jess.

"What are you doing?"

"Dean, she was possessed." John put the flask back in his jacket.

"Was?"

"It must have left her."

"Well…"Dean shook his head, looking to his brother. "Then why is Sam unconscious?"

"I don't know, but we got to get him to the hospital," John took Sam under the arms, and Dean grabbed his feet. They carried him down the stairs, and out into the parking lot, Jess following behind carefully.

"You mind getting the door?" Dean asked, scaring her. "Sorry."

"Yeah… sure." She pulled it open, and John got Sam in the backseat as Dean got in the drivers seat. "I'm going to need you to sit back there with him." John ordered as he got into the passengers side. "Keep his head from moving around if you can."

Jess didn't say anything, but just got in the car. She held Sam's head in her lap, and couldn't help letting out another sob at the sight of him.

They took off.