Exorcism that demon.

"So y'all are telling me that this girl over here, is a half angel and half human ?" Bobby asked for the second time.
He crossed his arms full of disbelief. "AND she has a demon inside of her ?"
Dean was picking up the broken mirror pieces casually, while Sam was looking for some sanitizer in their duffel bags.
He gave up fast and started the search further in the cupboards.
He stretched his arms too high, which re-opened his healing wound on his side. The blood that escaped from the wound got sucked up by his Bordeaux T-shirt, and left a wet, dark stain which wasn't easy to detect since the shirt served as a great camouflage for it.
It didn't affect Sam, his mind was still somewhere else, focusing on his search while I was rinsing out my own wounds.
"Luck isn't in my dictionary this month." I commented.
I was rubbing my hands in attempt to get everything perfectly clean, but some places kept gushing out blood. It wasn't as I hoped the word 'gushing' would be, like in those typical horror movies with tons of blood.
It was rather small, in perfect rhythm with your heart. And you could feel it expand every millisecond with a small pain.
At least the cold stream of water where I held my hands under, helped numb the pumping a bit.
The blood drained slowly into the sink mixed with the water.
Dean dropped a couple of shattered pieces in the bin and answered Bobby's disbelief with other facts
"Yeah, Cas gave us a small portion of information about the monster, and dad had written down some about it in his journal. It seems that there is a so-called cure for it."
"And that this cure is in Crowley's hands right now, that's all we know." Sam added.

While the brothers were updating this man, Castiel helped me. "Here." He said quietly as he dapped my wet hands carefully with a clean towel. I saw that he was trying to be as careful as he could, yet, sometimes I had to give a small groan of pain.
"I'm seeing delusional and non-existing things around and I have no idea how to handle this" I told him.
"You did just fine," He assured me. "next time you don't hit them with you fists, just a flat hand and I will have an equal effect. And you can always ask for my help."
"That's bad advice," I complained. "not the whole praying thing, but what damage can I provoke with a flat hand ?
"An unpleasant amount." Castiel sighed with one of his corners of his mouth upwards. Almost laughing at my stupidity of even asking that question.

"A cure !" Bobby cackled. "we're not in a magical land full of rainbows and free food 24/7. We are in this god's forsaken place called earth where you can exorcism a damn demon. I thought I raised ya both well enough to have a brain."
Everyone stopped their actions, including me.
Exorcisms where those things where you get tied up in a chair and get told in Latin to fuck of, if you are a demon. But they told everyone that it was extremely dangerous for the person being possessed.
A boy in our school died a year ago from such event. Their parents thought that he was being possessed by Satan himself because he seemed to be spending a lot of time his room, and only coming out for basic requirements as food, water, etc.
Meaning that 'Satan' was holding his vessel alive for total destruction of our world.
So by that, it was understandable that my excitement level was pretty low and I got even more nervous when they agreed with that plan.
"Of course, Sammy you get your stuff and I'll prepare this thing." Dean demanded. He threw the last pieces of glass in the bin and picked up a chair, which he placed in the middle of the room.
He ordered me to sit down on it, and I followed his lead. But I couldn't shake that feeling inside. What if I end up just as dead as that poor guy from last year.
Complaining wouldn't help, so I had to keep it all in and hope for the best. It was worth a try.
"Bobby could you tie her ?" Sam asked.
"Do you think I am remotely planning out an escape route right now ?" I joked, just to keep the blood from not boiling over and getting a possible meltdown.
"Not you, THAT thing in your arm though, is another story."

Bobby tied my hands on the char, and with every knot he made, he said a quick and soft 'Sorry'.
"Ah don't even mind it," I said. "although, I'm never going to explain this happening ever in my life." I imitated myself as if I was being interrogated. "Yes, the old man tied me up to a chair, but he felt sorry though !"
Bobby yanked the last knot tightly and smiled back at me.
"Not just an old man. I raised these boys as if they were my own. So everything they did so far, are things I learned them. Don't judge someone by his age."

I saw Dean spraying a big circle around the chair I sat in, and a star in the middle with all kinds of symbols.
He did this rapidly and with an ease. He almost sounded joyful when he said to Sam to start.
Castiel passed Dean and spoke some words so subdued that I couldn't hear one word. But I read his thoughts and the word daughter cam through.
"I know." Dean answered.
And with that, Castiel's head dropped facing the floor and nodded, giving the approval to go on.

Sam opened this old and rather small dark brown book and started to read the sentences out loud.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis
immundus spiritus, omnis
satanica potestas, omnis
incursion infernalis adversarial, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. "
His voice started out strong and steady, but at the near end I heard it crumbling a slight bit. Almost sounding disturbed.

I wasn't feeling anything. Praise the Lord. I thought to myself.
Just a few more knots and I would be freed from this weird exorcism . I was surprised that I was still sitting comfortable in this chair.
But then it happened, a seizure pulling my head back. A rare shock going through my back, starting at my chest going downhill.
I wasn't sure if it was a normal procedure, but I didn't feel anything leaving or so. But I held my body in the same shape as I seizure.
"That's it ?"Dean pouted. He was ready to jump on that thing any time. But regards, no flash, no light…nothing. Again, a disappointment.
However, better than being dead.
I was being looked at from every corner, as if I needed to something.

Sam took the shortest straw and took it upon himself to come a little closer. He lifted his hand to the bandages to, I indicated, check if the thing fled.
I was already sweaty, partly because of the nerves and partly because of that mild seizure. But I was breathing, all fine and well.
The closer Sam came the faster I felt my body shake, almost vibrate. It weren't hormones or anything like that, it just felt strange.
As if we were magnets, he was a positive one, and I was the opposite. The closer, the harder I felt the need to come closer too.
And before I knew it, my hand grabbed his wrist strongly, unwilling to let go.
Sam reacted immediately and grabbed my wrist too, trying to get loose. I felt my hand tighten and with the strongest power in me, I even couldn't let myself go.
Sam let his eyes fall on the tangled arms of us and gasped before he froze up. I saw the exact thing he saw, my hands, glowing bright.
"What are you doing ?" He asked me rapidly, still trying to escape my grip.
But we were glued together, and I knew this couldn't be any good.

I met his gaze between the bright rays of light escaping the spaces between my fingers, I saw two small dots shimmer in his eyes. The same brightness as my hand.
A burning sensation ran through my veins into his, the contact between both of our skins stung sharply.
Heal. I hear it, quiet and demanding and Sam responded with the same face as I did.

As I inhaled violently while finally retreating my hand, I saw what that glowing provokes. A burned print of a small hand.
Mine.