The semi driver got off of the cabin and approached what remained of the car he just ran onto with an iron bar. He had to finish the job. It was his duty. The three occupants of the car looked unconscious or even death, but he had to be sure. He had been ordered to kill the two expendable Winchesters, and that's what he would do. Then he would take the colt and give it to his master.
The only noise that came from the car was the old song the radio was playing. In the middle of the night, in that abandoned road, it seemed almost surreal. The man used the bar to open the driver's door and looked inside. None of the three people inside stirred neither with the movement, nor with the noise. The man proceeded then to first unfasten the belt and then to drag the youngest Winchester out of the car. Checking the boy was still breathing, he returned his attention to the car, and picking up the iron bar once again, approached the two left Winchesters. Opening the back door, he lifted the bar ready to strike the younger one.
"You know, I've always been told not to abuse anybody weaker than me…"
The driver turn around at the sound of that new voice, and found himself facing a twenty-something woman. Instantly he started advancing towards her. He'd kill anyone who got in his way to achieve his mission, Winchester or not. The woman seemed unperturbed by his
approaching.
"… as I was saying, I've always been told not to abuse anybody weaker than me… but you know, every rule has its exceptions"
With that, the woman threw a knife at him, hitting him squarely in the chest. The man lifted looked at it for a moment, and then looked again at the girl with a somehow sarcastic grin on his face. He knew a knife
would not kill him. But his relief was short lived when he first saw the smoke emanating from the knife, and then felt the intense pain in waves that threatened to consume him entirely. The girl smiled
and shrugged.
"Oh, isn't the soaking in holy water of your taste? How sorry I am"
The man fell down to the floor unmoving. A few seconds later, the demon possessing the man left the body into the night sky. The girl took no time after that in start assessing the young man who was lying on the floor conditions.
"So you must be Sam, huh?"
His pulse was regular and quite strong and she sighed relieved. After all, she didn't want to think she had done that long journey just to see three corpses. Then she went to check on Dean. His pulse was quick and irregular, and she couldn't help but notice that his t-shirt was soaked in blood.
"God, what a mess you are"
Climbing into the driver's seat, he took on John's condition. The pulse was also strong and regular although she could see a large gash on his forehead.
Getting out of the car, she quickly took her cell phone and dialled 911.
"Hello? There's been an accident on Route 11. Ten minutes or so from the hospital. A semi seemed to have run onto a car. The semi driver is dead, the three occupants of the car are alive, but I think they are gravely injured… no, none of them is conscious…. Okay. Please, hurry."
She hung up and taking a sharp broken glass, proceeded to extract the knife from the chest of the dead man, and insert the broken glass. It would look like the man had advanced with the glass imbedded into his chest for a few meters before finally succumbing. She shuddered. The killing part was always the most difficult, and she knew it, but she also knew, most of the times it was inevitable.
Looking once again at the scene, she denied with her head. That was not supposed to happen. She had always been listening to how good the three Winchester were at their job. She had always been told they were the ones who would exterminate that demon. She didn't know what had happened, but she was sure the demon still lived (why else that possessed man would have attacked them?), and that something had gone very, very wrong.
Approaching to the car once again, she noticed the old gun laying near the driver's feet. She picked it up, and, opening the firing chamber, saw, with dismay that there was just one bullet left. She pinched her nose.
Of course anything could be just as easy as getting the Colt, firing at the demon and killing it. Of course not. She once again took out her cell phone and searched through the phone number list until she found the one she was searching for. She pressed the call button and waited. She knew it didn't matter what hour it was, he would answer the phone. And sure enough, after three rings, there was a voice on the other side of the line. She smiled a little. God, but she missed him.
"I've found them. You were right, they haven't been able to kill that demon."
A pause. She could tell the man on the other side was processing that information. When she received a 'go ahead' from him, she continued.
"They've been attacked. A lorry ran onto them. They're alive but in need of medical attention asap"
Another silence. She could imagine him scratching his hair, a gesture he always made when he wasn't sure about what to do next.
"I've got the Colt. There's just one bullet left"
What the heck. If he was getting a migraine for that information, may as well said it altogether. She waited for him to speak. When he did it, she knew he'd tell her to stick around them, help them get on track of the demon and finish it off from once and for all. She sighed. She knew that could last weeks, even months, but agreed nonetheless. It was her job after all, what she had been trained to do her whole life.
She heard the sirens approaching quickly and fare welled him. He didn't say 'I miss you' or anything like that. Nor that she was expecting it, but still…
She hid the Colt in her backpack and waited for the ambulances to arrive. That was going to be a very long night…
