A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's, but I wish I could own the guys….But again I want to thank everyone for the continued support!!!
They waited until nightfall to stake out the house. The trio remained concealed by the thicket of trees and brush across the street.
"Looks like we have a winner," Brooklyn whispered.
"How do you know that?" Sam kept his eyes focused on the people walking around, some out of place. The mailman shouldn't be delivering mail at 9 pm nor should someone be out mowing the yard.
"Aside from the strange extracurricular activities of our local residents, they're all demons, every single one of them."
Brooklyn saw the true forms beneath the human disguises and shook her head. She couldn't get past the fact that a demon's real persona was as ugly as sin. The hunter closed her eyes and wondered if that was really what was going to happen to her.
"So what's the plan?" She asked and opened her eyes back up.
"Well we have the sword and since you have the Haley Joel thing going on we can pick off the demons one by one," Dean looked at the knife in his hand.
"Wait, you're just going to kill every single one of those people?" Sam looked almost disgusted at the notion.
"Sam, this isn't exactly rocket science. Either we kill them or Lilith kills us and honestly the latter option sounds pretty damn good to me," Dean glared back at his brother.
"If you two are done arguing, can we please plan our next step?"
Brooklyn glared angrily at the both of them. Her sharp slate eyes bore deep within theirs causing the brothers to flinch slightly beneath her glaring stare. She looked back at the house in the middle and spotted Lilith immediately.
"She's inside there," Brooklyn nodded at the house. "Lilith's taken up residence in that little girl at the table. Wow she's fuglier than the other demons."
Dean saw her quickly look away and grip her stomach tight. Seconds later everything she had for dinner rapidly came up covering the ground and tips of her boots. The hunter instinctively supported her as she stood hunched over with nothing more than dry heaves.
"Here," he passed the small flask of holy water over.
She quickly rinsed her mouth out and shook off the lingering traces of nausea standing tall and smiling up at Dean.
"I'm okay now, it's just that seeing how vile and putrid her real appearance is. Must've affected me more than I thought."
Dean only nodded but didn't let his concern fade.
The family was seated around the dining room table as the mother appeared with a birthday in her hands.
"Happy Birthday, sweetie," she placed before the girl.
"Yah it's my birthday every day," she clapped joyfully then blew out the candles. Her head twisted in the direction of the old man as her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Grandpa, why did you ask the neighbors for help?"
"I didn't. I don't know what you mean sweetie," he couldn't mask the fear in his voice.
"Yes you do, you're a big fat liar," she turned her head towards the couple.
"Mommy and Daddy did you know anything about this?"
The couple shook their heads despite the silent pleas coming from the older man. Lilith turned her head back to the old man.
"Grandpa don't you love me anymore?"
"Of course I do sweetie."
"You're lying again. You're just a mean old man and I don't like you anymore," Lilith twisted her hand and wrist closing her fingers around themselves. The old man's neck snapped and popped killing him instantly. The couple watched in silent horror as he dropped dead where he sat.
"Nobody scream okay? Screaming makes me very mad," Lilith's voice was quiet but deadly and demonic. But just as quickly she made an about face and her dark features were erased.
"Mommy can I have ice cream with mine?"
Brooklyn covered her mouth as they watched the scene unfold.
"So innocent looking on the outside but demonic and disgusting on the inside."
"We so need to gank Lilith," Dean gripped the handle of Tom's dagger tighter.
"First we need to get inside that house," Sam waved his hand towards the demonic horde still wandering about.
"I might have an idea. Sam find the water line that connects to the sprinklers," Sam nodded and darted between cars and remained in the shadows until his tall lanky form vanished around the corner. Dean grabbed Brooklyn's hand and together they raced towards the house. The possessed mailman spotted them and turned to warn the others but Dean was two steps faster.
His hand shot up and out slamming the demon against the parked mail truck. Before a single shout or alarm escaped his lips, Dean shoved the knife deep inside the demon's throat.
"Alright let's go," They hurried towards the next house hiding Brooklyn felt his body ripped from alongside hers. Dean felt a powerful force slam him against the garage wall followed by a cold voice.
"Can I have my knife back or I'll snap your neck like chicken bone," Tom growled in his ear.
"Whoa hold up there," Brooklyn shoved Tom away from him. "He doesn't have it and besides how did you get out of our Devil's Trap?"
"Brooklyn there's a lot about me you don't know, enough to fill a book."
Brooklyn tilted her head and scrunched her face at the demon.
"What?" Tom asked her.
"You are one ugly mother…." Tom cut her off.
"I want my knife Brooklyn before you go and hurt yourself. Don't you know children shouldn't be allowed to play with sharp objects?" he extended his hand out.
"Up yours Tom. Besides you can have it back later."
His eyes flashed coal black revealing the anger welling inside. Dean pulled Brooklyn back away from the demon and forced her to look straight in his eyes.
"Brook, don't waste your time or breath on this scum. Besides I think our cover's been blown."
They looked all around to see the other demons surrounding and watching them.
"So much for the element of surprise," Tom muttered.
The demons gave chase first. The trio rushed across the yards and towards the house with the demons on their heels. Sam saw the horde pursuing the trio and immediately turned on the sprinkler system.
Tom made it to the porch as the blessed water shot through in powerful jets. The demons screamed and fell back as the holy water scorched their skin.
"That was a little too close," he hissed at the hunters.
"Boo hoo get over it," Dean answered as they quietly slipped inside the door.
Sam quickly rejoined the group as they made their way over the dead woman in the living room and crossed into the kitchen. They spotted the frightened husband staring over and the cooling body of the old man. He was visibly shaken and his body rocked in the wooden chair. Sam placed a hand on his shoulder and quickly covered his mouth before he could scream.
"It's alright, we're here to help you," he slipped his hand off the man's mouth.
The man nodded and looked over at the others with wide frightened eyes.
"My daughter's upstairs along with my wife."
"Alright now here's what you need to do. Go in the basement and put a line of salt at the door and do not come out," Dean instructed him.
"No I'm not going anywhere without my wife," the man started to argue.
Dean clipped the man's jaw knocking him unconscious before hauling him towards the basement.
Upstairs the mother finished reading the story to the little girl.
"Again," she demanded.
"But sweetie I read this ten times already."
"Again," she growled.
"Alright," she started reading the story from the beginning.
Dean and Sam headed upstairs finding the mother in the little girl's room. The blonde haired child was sleeping peacefully against her. The woman looked up to see the two men standing there over the bed.
"Do it," she quietly pleaded with them.
Sam lifted the blade ready to strike just as the girl stirred and opened her eyes. The sight of the brothers and blade glistening in Sam's hand made her scream. Brooklyn charged up the stairs and followed the high pitched scream straight to the bedroom on the right.
"No wait!" She tackled Sam to the ground knocking the blade from his hand.
"Brook what are you doing??!" Dean hollered.
"She's not in her anymore. Lilith's flown the coop."
Sam sat up and gathered the knife in his hand. His brain slowly registered what Brooklyn was telling him.
"Lilith's hanging out in someone else now."
"You sure?" Sam stood up and looked straight into a pair of serious dark grey pools.
"Sam I can see a demon's real face remember? And I'm not seeing any fuglies in here."
Dean ushered the woman and her daughter towards the hall and down the stairs towards the kitchen.
"Head towards the basement where you husband is and shut and lock the door behind you."
The woman nodded and took her daughter by the hand. Brooklyn looked around noticing someone was missing.
"Uh where's Tom?"
"I dunno, I thought he was still here," Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh well isn't this just lovely? Your BFF has gone off the radar and we're surrounded by demons outside," Dean threw his hands up in frustration.
"Could you two again cease the bickering?!"
"She's right you know. Bickering is so unbecoming of you both," the mother stood in the hallway. She leaned up against the archway with blank white orbs staring back at them.
"How is that possible? I didn't see you upstairs," Brooklyn drew the sword.
"Oh but you underestimated me. Unlike the lower demons such as Tom and Ruby, I can vanish deep within the subconscious to where not even your little demon radar can find me."
"Get the Hell out of her you Hell skank!" Dean gripped the dagger tight in his hand.
"Oh but I like this body. So soft and pretty," Lilith admired her new host.
Sam started reciting the exorcism ritual but Lilith laughed and taunted the hunter.
"You really think your mind tricks can send me back to Hell? You really don't know who you're dealing with do you?"
"I think we do. A pedophilic child possessing skank."
Lilith's face darkened at Dean's words.
"I'm going to have so much fun," she said in a child like tone. Dean collapsed to the ground as Lilith slowly twisted her wrist and hand. The hunter felt as if his heart was about to burst into flames and his chest crush within itself. He fought and struggled to breathe as Lilith looked on laughing at his pain.
"Dean!" Sam raced to his brother's side but Lilith stopped him cold.
"Well if it isn't Sam Winchester. I've been waiting for so long to finally meet you. And now it's time to say goodbye."
Sam clawed at his own throat as Lilith continued tormenting the hunters. He felt his airway being closed off to the point of being crushed. His mind started swirling as the lack of oxygen began taking its toll on his body. Sam's vision grew blurred and dark as the last thing working was his ears. The shrill laughter of the demon was ringing perfectly in them as Sam thought he was hearing the last thing before he died.
Brooklyn went after Lilith with the Lucifer's Sword drawn. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Dean on his side curled tightly into a ball. Sam was still fighting to breathe and was seeking his pocket knife to prepare a pathway inside his throat.
Lilith turned around to see the hunter charging at her with eyes turning coal black. The demon smiled as she turned towards the hunter. A wave of her other hand sent Brooklyn across the room and pinned up against the wall. The hunter willed her body to move but Lilith's will proved too much for her weaker powers.
"Well if it isn't Brooklyn Winchester. We're waiting for you," she caressed the side of Brooklyn's face.
"You know I wasn't expecting you to put up such a fight but I always did love a challenge."
"You sure do love hearing the sound of your own voice."
Lilith threw her head back and laughed.
"When the Hellhound gets done with you we're gonna have so much fun together…."
Brooklyn jerked away from the demon and helplessly watched as her husband and brother in law continued falling closer towards death. The longer she watched them writhe and roll around in agony, the higher her anger became. Brooklyn's body twitched and jerked as her eyes filled up with liquid ash. Lilith flashed a smirk only the hunter could see.
"Well, looks like someone's been tapping into my little gift."
Brooklyn remained silent as her body grew more and more agitated. She broke one arm free from the unseen hands as the other soon followed. Lilith watched as she broke free and the inky blackness was washed away from her eyes.
"You forget who my father is Lilith. I also inherited some of the family traits you could say."
"I haven't, not by a long shot," she hissed. Brooklyn raced forward with the sword aimed at the demon's heart. Lilith merely smiled and sidestepped the attack. Brooklyn spun around on her heels just at the powerful blast slammed against her chest hurling hard against the kitchen table. She rolled over and crashed to the floor. Brooklyn coughed hard and realized her wrist was broken.
Lilith stood hovering over the injured hunter with hands securely on her hips. She knelt down alongside the hunter then looked over at the hunters who were barely hanging on.
"Let them go you bitch," she growled.
"No, I'm having too much fun watching you watch them suffer and die an excruciatingly painful death. I have much more planned for them."
Brooklyn closed her eyes and silently called forth the darkness and light within. Lilith's grin faded into an anxious expression as Brooklyn opened her eyes and revealed black turning into silver.
"You should've let them go," the hunter growled. The wave hurled the demon through the living room and crashing through the picture window. The holy water that was still spraying the yard burned her skin as she screamed in pain while Brooklyn calmly stood and exited out the front door.
Dean and Sam felt their bodies recover as the pressure on Dean's chest gave way allowing him to breathe. The rush of cool air filling his lungs was a welcomed feeling. Sam inhaled deeply feeling his passageway open up once again. He coughed hard as the first breath burned his throat and lungs.
The sounds of Lilith screaming brought them back to life in an instant as they leapt to their feet and raced towards the window. They watched as Brooklyn prepared to drive the sword through the demon.
Dean allowed himself to feel a tiny pang of hope that perhaps their nightmare would truly be over. His rich emerald eyes remained trained on the two forms out on the lawn. One was literally smoking while the other held a long blade.
As Brooklyn started thrusting downward Lilith made her escape. The thick plume of smoke shot straight up and out of the woman's mouth and up into the nighttime sky. Brooklyn froze as the tip stopped short of piercing the woman's heart.
"Damn it," she muttered and turned around leaving a confused and soaking woman lying on the ground.
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