11 Hours Later
We were about an hour out from Bobby's house when we all decided that our hunger couldn't be put off any longer. We pulled off into a little middle of nowhere town with a tiny mom and pop diner sitting on the corner. It was relatively quaint, with what looked like only a dozen seats on the inside. There were only three or four people at the tables, which seemed a bit odd for 5 in the evening, but I guess for a town that size it worked.
We parked the cars and walked into the restaurant. What made me take my angel blade in with me, I had no clue. I mean this was a group of harmless civilians, right? We sat down and ordered our food, which smelled absolutely fantastic, and dug in when it was delivered. The dinner conversation was kept to a minimum, since really, there was nothing that we would like to have talked about that others would hear in the eerily silent diner.
Wait...When did everyone else stop eating? I slowly looked around to all of the diner's occupants...no one was eating anymore, but just staring. Directly at us. Sam and Dean had yet to notice, both still chomping down on their burger and salad. I quickly kicked Dean under the table, making him finally notice what I was looking at.
"Guys, do you smell that?" I said, getting really really nervous when I finally realized that it was not eggs I was smelling from the back, which speaking of that, there were no longer any sounds coming from the cooking station.
"I think we need to get out of here. Now." We all slid out of the table and bolted for the door, but before any of us made it, an invisible force grabbed us and threw us against the side wall.
"I don't think you guys are going anywhere."
Being thrown against a wall was not my ideal way to end dinner by any means. The impact almost made me wanna throw up my meal, but I toughed it out, releasing a long groan instead.
"Can we really not eat dinner in peace? I mean come on!" Dean spouted, trying to make light of the awful situation.
"Oh, Dean, with that same tough guy bravado. Why don't I take you down a couple notches, huh?" the demon possessing a middle aged woman said, then pulled her fingers into a tight fist.
"AAAHHH!" Dean yelled in intense pain.
"Stop it you bitch!" I screamed through Dean's cries.
"Oh and what do we have here? A little Winchester tag along. If you knew what was best for you girl, you would never have stepped into these boys' business. Looks like you aren't going to step out," she sneered, doing the same to me as she did Dean not seconds before. The pain was blinding and I had really no choice but to scream. It felt like my insides were being ripped out (well, like human insides ripped out because removing my grace was nowhere near as bad as this.)
"What do you want with us!" Sam finally got out.
"What do we want with you? Well for one, I was instructed not to lay a hand on you, but hey, plans change. I think I can have a little fun with you later," she said, reaching her hand behind Sam and laying it on his back. Under her breath she said something that was clearly not English, but I couldn't quite make it out.
Then, she continued more audibly, "But as for these two? My boss has no other use for them," she said, walking over to Dean and grabbing a hold of his face, which was still etched with agony.
"Get your hands off my brother!" Sam yelled. While the demon was distracted, I noticed that I really wasn't being held anymore. Maybe it was something to do with angel residue? I don't know, but I swiftly reached down and drew my angel blade from my boot and pounced on the demon beside me.
"Aggghhhh! Get off of me!" it screeched, bucking about like a bull.
"Leave this body or I will kill you!" I yelled back, knife blade poised at her back.
"That would be a neat trick, girl. You can't kill me!" she bucked again and managed to throw me off. "That little stunt earned you a dead Winchester," she said, obsidian eyes shining with malice. She raised her arm above her head and slashed at Dean, catching him in the neck and leaving four long, deep slashes.
"Nooo!" Sam and I screamed together, watching Dean fall from his wall position. I jumped up, blade in hand and the demon looked back at me.
"Where-where did you get that?" the demon said, a look of horror carved into her face.
"My dad gave it to me." I said truthfully. "Now you are going to pay for what you did to my friend," I angrily screeched, launching the knife at the demon, who stood stock still with terror on her face as the blade buried itself in her stomach. The demon fell to the floor, mouth open in a silent scream as yellow light ignited itself through the body. I didn't even bother looking to see Sam's face because I had already dropped to the floor beside Dean. Sam was close behind me.
"Hey, hey Dean? Stay with me okay? Keep your hand right there," I managed to get out through tears. He nodded and whispered a small "I'm fine" in a choked voice.
"Dean you are laying here with your throat basically slashed and all you can say is I'm fine?" Sam said a little angrily.
"Sam, it-" Dean breathed.
"Just stop talking Dean," Sam pressed. "Can you walk?" I asked Dean. He nodded in return and Sam and I pulled him to his feet, each wrapping an arm around his waist. We slowly made it to the Impala and set Dean in the back sit, where I also slid in.
"I can come back and get my car later. For now, Sam, step on it."