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Sitting outside the front of the Campbell house, Keila can't get rid of the knots that's balled up in her stomach. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes, sucking in a lungful of cold air, before exhaling slowly. She opens her amber eyes, staring at the quaint house in front of her. Her slender hand grips the cold metal door handle, before she gingerly tugs it down, pushing the car door open.

Dean wanted to talk to his maternal grandfather alone, which she didn't blame him for, telling someone that traveling time is possible? Eh, might be better to do it alone. But, despite that, Keila couldn't shake the dark feeling that she had as she stared up at the house. It was almost as if an abnormal pull of energy was trying to drag her inside. It was something that she was familiar with, but she couldn't quite place her finger on it.

Stepping out of the car, she stretches, arching up onto her toes, hands above her head in the air, back bowing back a little. She hears a satisfying pop in her shoulder, one that became a constant from how many times it's been in and out of socket, and she lets out a shuddering breath. Despite the cool Kansas night, Keila's body was running hot. The stress from this entire situation left her with an ever-present headache and a slight fever. She hoped IF they returned to their own time, it would go away.

Making her way up the drive, the feeling of dread began to grow inside of her. It continued to grow as she knocked lightly on the door, before slowly pushing it open and peeking inside of the house. She eyed the two men at the table, Dean facing away from her, but Samuel looking down at the Colt that was laying on the table's surface.

"Sorry, I don't let anybody hold it." Keila quirked her eyebrows at the two, hearing the waver in Dean's voice.

"I'm your grandfather." Keila's breath caught in her throat, eyes going wide as Samuel looked up towards Dean. Her blood felt like ice in her veins, her body's temperature plummeting.

Yellow. All she could see was yellow.

"Nothing personal." Before she could open her mouth to scream, Samuel's face morphed into something sinister. A disgusting smile creeping across his rugged face, one that still scared Keila, whoever's face it was pulled across.

"Sure, it is. Especially when it's me you're trying to kill." Samuel's eyes flashed, and before Dean could even blink his chair slams against the wall, him glued to it. Samuel lifts his gaze towards Keila, who is now rushing towards Dean, angling her body between the too.

Samuel smiles down at her, a smile that she's seen many times when he used to put her through her 'training'. A sadistic and eerie smile, a smile that screamed evil.

"Future boy, huh? And, you must be his future girlfriend too." Samuel stalks towards the two, his eyes glowing as he approaches. Keila continues to stand in front of Dean, her posture straightening and her knees locking into place. Despite her out from under her father's tyranny for years, old habits die hard, and she still stood like the perfect soldier that she was in front of him.

Hell, she thought that'd she never see him again.

"I only know one thing that's got the juice to swing somethin' like that. You must have friends in high places. So, I kill your Mommy? That's why you came all this way? To see little old me?" She couldn't see Dean behind her, but she could feel the hate that was radiating off the hunter. That was something that her father was an expert at, something that he trained her to do as well. To pick at people's weaknesses until bone was hit. And, that's exactly what he was doing right now.

"Oh, I came here to kill you."

Suddenly, Samuel's eyes go wide, before a smirk crawls across his face, he continues to make his way towards the two, like a predator circling his prey.

"Hey, wait a minute, if that slut Mary's your Mommy, are you... are you one of my psychic kids?" Samuel takes a big whiff as he comes to stand in front of them, his brows furrowing. When her opens them again, they're shining a bright yellow, his eyes darting from her, to Dean, then back to her.

"No, not you. Maybe you got a sis, or a bro. But, you. Lil' darlin', you reek of me. I must've done a real number on you when you were born." A sinister grin pulls across his face, as he leans forward, his lips pressed up against the shell of Keila's ear.

"Too much to be a simple transfer. You're mine, huh?" He whispers into Keila's ear, his breath puffing her hair out slightly. Even though neither of the men could see it, Keila's eyes flash momentarily, a sickly yellow that reminds her of what kind of monster she truly is. Samuel pulls away from her, a sick smile on her face as he stares down at her, her eyes back to their golden brown.

He huffs out a laugh at the glare on her face, then chuckles a little bit harder as he catches the hunter's glued to the chair behind her.

"That's terrific, means it all worked out. After all, it's why I'm here." Dean continues to glare at Samuel, his eyes focused on the man in front of him. Dean clenches his fist, knuckles turning white as he stares up at his parent's murderer.

"So, that's what this is about, these deals you're making. You don't want these people's souls." Samuel shrugs his shoulders, pacing slightly in front of the two. Keila subconsciously angles her body in front of Dean's, trying her best to block the path between him and Samuel. Dean doesn't notice the slight movement, but Samuel does. A smile pulls across his face.

"No, I just want their children. I'm here to choose the perfect parents, like your Mommy." Dean sucks in a sharp breath, eyes narrowed in on the demon.

"Why her? Why any of them?" Keila glances around the room, looking for escape routes or weapons. Her eyes land on Deanna, peeking around the corner. Keila quickly averts her eyes, trying to not draw attention to the hunter who was sneaking up on them.

"They're pure, and they eat their Wheaties. My own little master race – they're ideal breeders." Dean furrows his brows, while Samuel scoffs.

"Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. No one's breeding with me. Well, not yet anyways." Samuel locks eyes with Keila for a moment, before he continues with his little speech.

"Though, Mary? Man, I'd like to make an exception. So far, she's my favorite." Dean lashes out in the chair behind Keila, struggling against the invisible restraints that are held against him. Keila slowly glances behind her, taking in the black tendrils that are wrapped around Dean.

I can break those.

Keila begins focusing on the demonic energy that's wrapped around Dean, slowly pulling and tugging at them with her own powers. She continues to focus on her father, her mind split in two as her abilities work to free Dean, without her father's notice.

You trained me too well, and I'm going to use that against you.

Keila felt a small bubble of pride swell up inside of her. Her father kept her on a leash for most of her life, having her do his bidding, making her watch helplessly as he ruined life after life. The only major stand that she took against her father is when she ran away, covering her tracks so that he couldn't find her. Not that he was looking for her, he had already found her replacement in Sam Winchester. Her next be act of rebellion was to kill him, but Dean had beat her to it. In the end, she was glad that he did, despite all that the monster had done to her, she still didn't think she had the strength to kill him.

The demon terrified her, but she was attempting to redeem herself, even if it meant ending her existence.

"So why make the deals?" Samuel tuts at the question that's asked of him, almost as if it's too foolish of a question to begin with.

"I need permission." Keila catches sight of Deanna creeping into the room, but she keeps her mind focused on breaking the binds around Dean. She's not sure if the hunter realizes it or not, but the energy pinning his legs has been disbanded, and she's slowly working on the thick band strapped around her chest. Her eyes seem brighter, not glowing their sickly yellow, but bright enough where it looks like there's some type of bright light shining into them.

"I need to be invited, into their houses, I know, I know, the – the red tape'll drive you nuts, but in ten short years, it'll all be worth it. 'Cause you know what I'm gonna do to your sibling? I'm gonna stand over their crib and I'm gonna bleed into their mouth. Demon blood is better than Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals – it makes you big and strong." Samuel smirks down at the hunter, almost forgetting the woman that's standing between them. But, his eyes glance over at the beautiful woman, and he can't help but grin.

"But, of course that doesn't make you near as powerful than being born with it." Keila winces, but keeps her mind focused on the task at hand, eyes glancing quickly at Deanna, who is still slowly approaching her husband.

"For what? So, they can lead your discount demon army? Is that your big plan?" Samuel lets out a low chuckle, grinning at Dean.

"Please, my end game's a hell of a lot bigger than that kid. Ain't that right, sweet heart?" Keila ignores the question directed towards her, all her energy focused on the last small strand that's keeping Dean latched to the chair.

If I could just sever this strand…

"End game? What end game?" Samuel rolls his eyes at the hunter, placing his large hands behind his back.

"Like I'm gonna tell you, or those angels sitting on your shoulder. No, I'm gonna cover my tracks good." Dean glowers at the man in front of him, his eyes carrying a hard edge to them.

"You can cover whatever the hell you want, but I'm still gonna kill you." Samuel smirks down at the hunter.

"Right. Now that, I'd like to see."

"Maybe not today, but you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch, 'cause I'm the one that kills you."

"He's not lyin'." Her voice is low, but Samuel still catches it, turning his flaxen eyes towards Keila. She can't help the small smirk that gently pulls across his lips.

"So, you're gonna save everybody, is that right? Is that it? Well, I'll tell you one person that you're not gonna save." Suddenly, there's a knife in Samuel's hand, and Keila's eyes widen, her mind quickly severing the last demonic strand wrapped around Dean, the energy in the room dissipating around them. Samuel furrows his eyes momentarily, glaring at Keila, before acting.

"Your Grand pappy." Samuel winks at the two as he plunges the knife into his own gut.

"NO!" Keila and Dean lunge forward as Samuel turns around and swipes at Deanna, who tries to attack her husband. The demon resting inside Samuel though is stronger, sending a wave of energy at her, her body flying into the kitchen, a deafening pop sounding as she lands harshly on the floor.

Dean reaches for the Colt, swinging it around the entire room, before running over to his grandmother, her eyes wide and neck bent at an odd angle. Dean curses himself silently, looking around the room for his grandfather and Keila. Neither one of them could be found.

"Shit! Keila! KEILA!"


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