Fourteen

We had been to a number of diners, gas stations and motels when we finally got a lead on Joshua. It turned out he had been staying at the Brookville Inn for a week before leaving abruptly the previous morning. The woman from the Brookville Grille had been very helpful, she said he had stopped in every day for lunch and dinner but had no idea where he had gone. Dean and Sam decided they would check out the police station and Dylan and I would check out a local garage on the way out of town. Dylan and I spoke to the mechanic and he led us to Joshua's car, a 1988 black Chevy pick-up, the mechanic said the local police had gotten it towed yesterday afternoon when it was found abandoned on the side of the road, near an old barn on the outskirts of town. We asked for directions to the spot and called the boys. Waiting for them to pick us up was hell, even if it was only fifteen minutes, all I wanted was to find Joshua. After they picked us up we headed straight to the place where the car was found. The only thing for miles was a dilapidated old barn, it looked as though a sneeze would knock it down but I knew I had to check it out, what if Joshua was hurt inside? No one felt good about going into the clearly structurally unsound place but I think each of them put their fears aside for me. As we entered it was obvious there had been a fight there, there were broken beams, crates and blood everywhere. The amount of carnage made my blood run cold, there seemed no way a single older man could be a part of this and come out with the upper hand. Suddenly from a corner of the barn separated from the rest by a wall of hay that looked strangely untouched I heard a whimpering. Not thinking clearly I raced over, I rounded the hay and there was Joshua. He was on the ground, his legs twisted in opposite directions, he was bleeding from his nose and mouth and had multiple stab wounds in his body, but he was alive. His eyes widened when he saw me and he tried to sit up. I rushed to him, pulling off my jacket and placing it over him as he struggled to breathe.

"Raynedrop?" he gurgled, blood spilling from his mouth. He coughed and even more blood flew out.

"I'm here Joshua, I told you I'd come." I whispered leaning down to cradle his head. I heard footsteps behind me and heard Dylan exclaim in shock. I turned around and looked up at her pleadingly.

"Dylan, fix him, please Dyl, he's hurt, so bad, please, please fix it!" I wept, the tears flowing down my face and on to Joshua. Dylan came over to us and knelt down, touching Joshua's head and closing her eyes. A look of heavy concentration crossed her face and she frowned, a tear dripping down her cheek.

"Rayne sweetie, a demon blade did this, a powerful one, above my ability, I can't do anything, I'm sorry." she said quietly and put her arm around me and I wailed.

"Joshua you can't die, you just can't, not now, please!" I begged him. He put his bloodied hand on my cheek and stroked it.

"I'm sorry Raynedrop, I should have been there for you more, I should have helped you, I should have controlled him, I should have..." he began to cough again, more bright red blood overflowing onto his chin. I grabbed his hand and kissed it.

"You were always there, I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner, I'm so sorry!" I couldn't speak any more, my body shook more than it ever had before and Joshua's eyes closed and his hand dropped. I put my head on his chest and listened for his heartbeat, there was none.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed burying my face in Dylans shoulder. She held me tight and we both cried. Dean came dashing around the hay with Sam on his heels.

"We have a problem." Sam panted before looking down and seeing all of us covered in blood.

"Rayne, Dylan? Are you girls ok?" Dean asked darting over. Dylan nodded.

"It's all his blood," she pointed to the lifeless body, "we were too late."

"Guys, I'm so sorry, but we have to leave, there are at least ten demons outside, we have almost nothing to defend ourselves, we have to go." Sam said in a panic.

"NO!" I screamed, "I'm not leaving him! You go if you want, I'm going to kill those demon fuckers one by one!" I looked up and all three shrunk back slightly, I knew why, whenever I was angry my eyes seemed even darker, but in this moment I didn't care. I held out my hand to Dean.

"Give me the knife!" I demanded, he hesitated, "GIVE ME THE DAMN KNIFE DEAN!" I shouted, getting to my feet. Dean looked at Dylan and she nodded slightly. Dean gave me the knife and I breathed deeply, holding the ancient demon blade in my hand.

"I'll go attack them, you three go to the car get what you need and come back me up." my voice now oddly calm. I heard the barn door creak open and smiled.

"Time for some revenge." I stepped out from behind the hay to see four men looking my way. I walked towards them confidently.

"Hi boys," I smirked holding up the knife, "come get me." The men rushed towards me and began to hit out. I dodged them, but only just, I got close to the one with spiked blonde hair and stabbed him in the chest, a bright light radiated from his eyes and mouth as he slumped to the ground. The other three demons looked shocked but continued to come at me. I stabbed one in the face as he made to grab me and another in the chest. The last demon paused for a moment, surveying his fallen comrades, but we both knew he had orders, if he ran, his boss would do much much worse than I ever would. He ran towards me and I spun around slicing open his neck, a spray of hot, crimson blood splashed into my face. He collapsed to the ground, twitching on the way down, I wiped my face and was disgusted to find some of the blood and gotten into my mouth. But there wasn't much I could do as at least seven more demons entered the barn, one of them rushed forward and grabbed my waist, pulling me onto the floor, I managed to stab him in the neck but as I struggled to get his dead weight off me and get up, another demon threw a knife. I saw my life flash in front of my eyes, there was no way I could get out of the way or stop it, I put up my hands in front of my face and shrieked as it came towards me. In those split seconds that felt like hours I waited for the piercing pain of the knife connecting with my flesh. But it never came. I moved my hands from my face and a few inches in front of me was the knife, hovering in mid air. The demons seemed just as surprised as I was. I took a step back and one of the demons came to their senses and moved towards me. I watched him and raised my knife in his direction, all of a sudden the knife that had been in the air flung itself towards him and embedded in his forehead. In seeing this the other demons turned on their heels and fled. I couldn't move, what had just happened.

"What the hell?" I heard Dylan cry from behind me. I turned around and saw Dylan, Sam and Dean standing there in amazement.

"What the hell?" Dylan said again, "Rayne what happened?" she looked at me.

"I... I don't know!" I answered truthfully, panicking now.

"What's that on your face?" Sam asked stepping forward, "Demon blood?"

"I don't know, I think so." I answered feeling confused.

"You got demon blood in your mouth right?" he asked, his face stony.

I shrugged defensively and Dylan turned to Sam.

"What has that got to do with anything Sammy?" she questioned him and he raised an eyebrow.

"Well I would have thought that was obvious, she got demon blood in her mouth and then not only did she stop that knife mid air but she threw it at that demon, it was the blood. I would know." he answered cryptically.

Dean shook his head and Dylan stared at him.

"Sammy, no, that can't be it!" Dean stuttered still shaking his head.

"I guarantee it," he stared at me, "what are you?" he accused.

I shook my head, looking at the two hunters and my angel best friend.

"Human, a hunter, I think, I don't know!" I sputtered.

All three just stood there staring at me as I tried to process it all, when a cell phone rang from the other side of the barn, back where Joshua's body lay. I turned and went over, reaching into his pocket and flipping the phone open.

"Hello?" I asked shakily.

"Who is this!?" the voice demanded.

"Who is this?" I demanded back and the voice sighed.

"This is Thomas, now who are you and why do you have my fathers phone?"