Chapter 11: The Possession

(Dean's POV)

"Where do you think she could have gone?" Sam asked. The three of us were in my car, trying to find Annie.

"I don't know." I said, trying to run through my plan in my mind.

'God Annie, please be okay." I thought. Then I saw her. She was walking out of an Inn, just about a mile away from the motel. I quickly turned in to the parking lot, jumped out of the car and ran to her.

"What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be alone right now!" I screamed. But she didn't do anything like I had expected her to do. She didn't apologize, or ignore me. But she smiled, almost evilly.

Sam had the detector in his hand, as soon as he approached us, it went off.

"Oh no…" Sam whispered. My eyes stung, I looked at her, well it, in her body. If it was anyone else, I would have shot them right there, but I couldn't. My dad held up a gun and I panicked.

"Come on, you wouldn't want to hurt someone as perfect as this." It said.

"Dad, you can't." I whispered to him.

"Dean, this thing is dangerous. I can't kill it, but I can get it out of her." He said as he aimed the gun for her arm.

"Please, don't." I pleaded.

"Yes please don't." It replied as it walked towards us. "I take it you're Dean? Yes, she feels very fondly about you. In fact so much that she is scared to let you to close because she is afraid of losing you. Shame that she has to."

Before it could do anything, I grabbed her and pinned her up against a wall. Thankfully it was night and we were behind the Inn now, so no one could see.

"Let her out now." I said coldly. It laughed.

"You want to talk to her one last time huh? Well, I did enough when I saved her life. And even if I did decide to leave, I could take it all back." It told me. I had probably broken Annie's small wrist by now for gripping them so tight, as much as I wanted to release them, I couldn't.

"What do you mean take it back?" I asked.

"She was sick, she had cancer. Leukemia I think, well anything you take away from someone, and you can always give back. Let's just say this little loan I gave her on time can be quickly taken away. Now whether I just kill her instantly, or make her suffer from the painful effects of this cancer is up to me." It said.

Ok, I may have to give her a concussion, but in order for my plan to work, we had to knock her out. So grabbed the front of her head and pushed it back into the wall. She collapsed in my arms, but before she did I actually heard Annie.

"Help Dean, please…" She said before blacking out. I held her in my arms for a moment.

"Dad, get the duck tape, Sam, get some rope. My have to contain this in order to get it out of her." I said.

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We took her back to the motel; duck taped her mouth and tied her to a chair.

"So how are we going to get this out of her?" Sam asked.

"We could do an exorcism, but she would be knocked out for a while afterwards and we need her to kill it." Dad said.

"By the way, how can she kill it?" I asked. My dad stumbled for a moment before telling me.

"She has to sing the song that her mother used to save her. While doing that, she has to sacrifice her power in order to kill him. When that happens, she will be very weak, and if we physically hurt her to much, there is a chance she won't make it when the demon is out of her." He told me. I was angry, frustrated, upset, just about every bad emotion you could think of. I didn't know what to do, and if I did one thing wrong, I could lose her forever.

"What about this…" Sam asked as he brought the journal over to me. "All we have to do is make an opening, or an incision somewhere on her, sprinkle holy water on the wound, then the demon can't take it and gets out through the wound. We would have to wait until she wakes up but it could work." It was our best shot. Dad agreed.

Then we heard her stir. Sam ripped the tape off her mouth. She screamed, then started to shake.

"Get this out of me…" She whispered hoarsely. It was Annie, my Annie. The demon wasn't awake inside of her yet.

"Annie, baby listen to me," I said as I grasped her hand. We are going to get this out of you, but as soon as we do, you have to start singing your song. It's the only way to get rid of this for good. Once you've done that you are going to feel weak, but you have to do it ok?" I said and I caressed the side of her face.

"Just make it leave…" Then she started to shake. "It's coming…" I gripped her hand, then she looked at me in the eye. "I think I love y---" But she didn't get to finish it.

She loved me. But I couldn't think about that now.

"Sam, do it." I said. He got the knife and made a small incision on her arm.

"What do you think you are doing?" The demon said.

"Getting rid of you." Sam said before putting the water on her arm. The demon struggled and fought but finally it released itself from Annie's body. I grabbed her and began to untie her.

"Sing Annie," I told her. She already looked weak. But she nodded.

"Watch her as she flew deep within the blue
A day out from the county I.C.U.
There's nothing you can do
Someone gently says to you
The doctor says that now it won't be long
I try and live up til the moment and I hope that I don't blow it
And what is it in me that she hears?
It's just a song she likes
Her little arms around my neck
And a dying girl whispers in my ear"

Her voice was amazing, it soared through the room like an angel might fly in heaven.

The demon didn't think so. It was trapped. The shadow that was it's being was struggling to leave. We could hear it screaming, which only caused Annie to sing louder.

"Tell me now can you feel it?
I've been keeping company with a ghost
She comes to me like a piece of summer
She comes to me on the days when I need it most"

She was crying. But her tears seemed full of rage.

She gripped my hand tighter as she continued.

"Well summer dies and nothing lasts forever
And you're so fine, the way you stand up to your fears
The summer dies and its just moments we have together
I'd give my bones for you to get a few more years
For you and I, oh Annie
More than life than trying to survive, oh Annie"

The demon was almost gone.

But so was Annie. She was fighting to keep singing.

"Just a little more will do it…" I whispered to her.

She was shaking and fighting to hold on.

"Stronger than the hands that hold you
You sing along to the song on the radio
If I drank too much when I am with this
Just this once would you forgive this"

She didn't even have to finish. Right there, before our eyes, the shadow burst into flames and was gone forever.

Annie collapsed in my arms. She was so cold. I held her as tight as I could.

Then her eyes opened.

They weren't the same. They weren't the same vibrant and deep blue that used to light up a room, but they were cold, pale and scared.

She coughed and coughed.

"I don't know if I can make it…" She finally whispered.

"Don't say that, you are going to be fine." I whispered back, hoping to support her, and myself.

"Dean, I know we haven't been together for very long but if I can't make it then I want you to know that…" Then the coughing started again. Her voice was practically gone. "I love you." She said before losing consciousness.

My dad and brother just watched as I held her. The blood on her arm had stained my shirt. I didn't care.

"Let's get her to a hospital." Sam said. I tentatively picked her up and carried her to the car.