~Dean's P.O.V.~
Rufus had shared his information on the hunter case before he set out to kill the monster so Bobby knew exactly where he was. That much was clear as he sped down the road with the rest of us in pursuit. Laura sat next to me in the passenger seat, Sam and Jess in the back.
"Who is this Rufus guy?" Jess asked.
"He's a son of a bitch, but he's a good hunter." I answered. "Whatever got to him has got to be strong."
We eventually came into one of those community's for the elderly. You know the ones where every fudging house is the same. These places creep me out. Bobby parked his car on the curb next to house number 666. We all got out of the car and followed him.
"Bobby you sure we got the right place?" Sam asked, "I mean, I seriously doubt Rufus would've called for help if some old lady was spraying him with shortening."
"This is the place. Trust me boys, everything is not what it seems." Bobby walked up to the front door and, seeing that it was open and the lights were off, pulled out his gun. He motioned us inside, Sam and Jess went to check one room, Bobby and I went to check another. Laura was left to continue up the stairs to the attic. We scoped the place pretty good and there was nothing but an overdose of christmas cheer. More than once I hit my head on tinsel hanging from the ceiling and angrily swatted it to the ground. A few moments later, Jess found me and Bobby in the livingroom.
"You guys might want to see this." She said and led us to the kitchen where Sam was waiting next to the kitchen isle.
The kitchen seemed less than cheerful for this time of year. There was no tinsel or wreaths, no gingerbread cookies cooling on the counter. Instead there was an abundance of knives stuck in the countertop. Each knife was wedged in at a different angle, forming a star, which could be plainly seen from straight above the knives. Sam stared down at them in confusion.
"Little ol' granny will never be run over by reindeer again."
Sam ignored my comment; "What does it mean? It's obviously not a demon trap."
"Quite the opposite actually." Bobby explained, "Knives stuck in a star formation and the blood of the innocent will summon a demon."
Sam and I looked at Bobby, both of us confused. He explained more. "There is more than one way to summon a demon."
Just then, Jessica's small voice came from behind us. "You guys, where's Laura?"
A scream came from above us. "Found her." Sam said quickly and we all darted up the stairs.
When we got to the top imagine my surprise when I found Laura being strangled by Nanny McPhee. An old women had her in a headlock. Without thinking I threw myself at the women knocking her to the ground, who in turn released Laura. One second she was on the floor, the next I was against the wall, struggling to move but I couldn't.
The old lady had her hand up, and well I'd been pushed around by enough demons to know what she was. She blinked and her eyes turned black. Bobby had his gun pointed at her, Sam brought out the demon knife. I couldn't see where Jess and Laura were from my position, that freaked me out.
"Where's Rufus?" Bobby asked sternly. The demon bitch didn't waste any time. She flicked her hand toward Bobby and sent him flying into the wall. The impact made a crack in the wall and Bobby fell to the ground unmoving.
"Bobby!" I called but he didn't move. Sam raised the knife higher and took a step forward.
"Oh, here come the guests." The old woman's voice was sickeningly innocent. "Let's get the party started."
The old woman's head suddenly slouched forward, Jess had whacked her from behind with a two by four. Though the only purpose that served was making her angry.
"That was quite rude, young lady! I'll have to teach you a lesson."
"Sorry, but I think I'll skip class today." Jess said and then brought out a plastic bottle and let the holy water run out, onto the old woman. The woman cringed. In her agony I was released, I reached in my back pocket and brought out my gun. Together, Sam and I advanced on her.
Before I got to her, Sam had stabbed the demon knife into her arm, pinning her to the ground. The demon screamed and spasmed. Instantly I was on top of her holding the gun at her eyes.
"Give up?" I asked her.
"Dean Winchester…" The woman tried to laugh but choked on her own blood. "You've been to hell and back. Tell me, what was it like to see your daddy again?" I felt the blood rise to my face, but I didn't hesitate this time. I yanked the knife out of her arm and swiftly jabbed it under her chin.
I watched her demon soul flicker, felt her body surge upward in pain. The messed up thing is, I felt no remorse. The son of a bitch had it coming to her. Her soul stopped flickering and went out like a wet candle. I stood up and wiped my forehead.
"Dean?" Laura's voice called to me from the dark. I hadn't realized just how tightly I'd been clutching the demon knife until I let go. The knife dropped to the floor and my head cleared of its rage.
"Laura? Are you okay?" I asked.
She just looked at me with sympathetic eyes. If I hadn't known better I could've sworn I saw something else in them. Something that looked like fear. I realized it was fear in her eyes. Laura was scared, of me, for me? I didn't know. All I knew is that it was over. "Dean…" Was all she said. Laura looked so miserably scared and shocked, I could almost see her trembling. I walked over the dead body and embraced Laura in my arms. She felt so warm despite the cold attic.
"Mistletoe." I heard Laura mumble and I looked upward. A few leaves of mistletoe were hanging above our heads. I leaned in close and kissed Laura like I meant it, and I did.