Chapter 11: The Kill

(Annie's POV)

"We got it." Dean said as he started to drive even faster.

"Got what?" I asked quietly.

"Dad called again. I know where this thing is." He told me.

"What about Ellie? Is she ok?" I replied.

"She is fine, he got them out of there." He said. I nodded slowly.

It was going to be over soon. Life would be back to its usual normalcy… well abnormal normalcy. My mind wouldn't be fighting itself, Dean wouldn't cry, Sam and Gabi wouldn't have to baby-sit me, and life would be back.

We pulled up about a block away from an old warehouse. Then we went to the trunk of the impala to get what we would need. Rock salt, a few guns, lighter fluid and a couple matches later we were ready to go. But Dean grabbed something else.

"Is that…" I started to question as I looked at the gun.

"Yeah…" He said quietly.

"But I thought the bullets were gone. Didn't you use the last one to kill the demon that killed your mom?" I asked.

"After the crash it was still a while before we found it. I knew a few guys in this town in Texas who could take bullets apart to find what they were made of. I gave them the last one to examine, it took them a hell of a long time but they sent me more a couple months ago." He explained.

"How do you know they work?" I replied.

"I already used one on a demon before you came back. It worked." He told me.

Well this was good news to hunters everywhere. The Colt had more bullets. Who knew? This made me so much more comfortable going in here. We started walking to the warehouse, but I stopped us.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Give me the gun Dean…" I said.

"Why?" He replied. I looked up at him; my eyes were full of anger and determination.

"This thing took something from me… I just want to return the favor and when I stand there to watch him die, I want to know that I was the one who did it." I told him. My voice sounded cold and cruel.

Dean wanted to kill it, I knew that much. But I wasn't backing down. Even if this thing was dead by the end of the day, I wouldn't be happy unless I was the one who did it.

"You really want to do this?" He asked.

"Yeah, I do." I stated. He sighed and handed me the gun.

"Be careful." He told me sincerely. I smiled a little.

"Don't even worry about it." I replied before taking off.

The warehouse was scary. No doubt about that. And the rock salt affect must have worn off because the demons were no where in sight.

"Wait a second…" I said quietly.

"What is it?" Dean whispered as we entered the warehouse.

"Demons possess people…" I stated blankly. He just stared at me. "Dean these are innocent people… I can't just shoot them! I mean I want the demon gone but this is possession!"

He thought for a second. This obviously hadn't occurred to us.

"Sometimes demons have human forms though." He told me.

"Yeah, but how do we know that this is one of those?" I asked.

"Annie, do you really think that if this thing possessed a human that it would still be alive? I mean when these things possess people it drains the life out of them anyways… if they are in them to long they die." He said.

I didn't know what to do. But I didn't have much time to think about it.

"You must be Annie. But what are you doing on earth?" I recognized the cold and evil voice.

"I'm here to kill you and get my life back." I said as I turned around.

It was him. It was Memorian.

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(Sam's POV)

Dad had finally called us back. Ellie was fine, he was fine, and everything was supposedly fine. But why didn't it feel that way?

They were apparently at some diner on the outside of town so we met them there.

Dad was a liar.

"Ok you have some major explaining to do." I said to him. I looked down at Ellie and she smiled at me. Her little arms reached up towards me so I lifted her out of the highchair and into my arms. I heard Gabi let out a relieved sigh before stepping in front of me.

"Hey there you…" She said as she checked Ellie over.

"Dad, the explaining." I stated. He sighed.

"Sammy I don't want you to worry, Dean and Annie are taking care of it as we speak." Dad said. "I would be there to help but I couldn't just leave Ellie in the car or something like that."

Gabi and I looked at each other, both of us confused.

"John, what's going on?" Gabi asked. He took a deep breath and told us the story.

Five minutes later I was in shock and full of anger. Someone had tried to kidnap my daughter… well and my father, but he could have gotten away much easier. From the sound of it, dad had gotten lucky.

Gabi had taken Ellie from me a couple minutes ago, but now she was sitting her back in the highchair.

"I'll take her…" I said. But she shook her head.

"No, John can take her. We are going to the warehouse. They may need our help." She said.

"But they probably have it under control. Plus I just want to go back home, then Dean and Annie will come back and everything will be back to normal and we can forget any of this ever happened." I told her. She looked at me, her eyes were full of anger, but she wouldn't yell in public.

"If it weren't for those two I would have died from a gunshot wound to the chest last year. If something happens to one of them the other won't be able to help with out risking their lives as well. They helped save mine, and I if it comes to it, I will be there to help save theirs. And I will do that with or with out you Sam." She told me. Her voice was low, but she was serious.

I just looked at her. I hadn't seen her this serious or this determined in a long time. It rarely happened. But when it did, it could either be really good or really bad, that all depended on which choice I wanted to make.

"What if you get hurt again?" I asked her.

"Getting hurt is something I could deal with. Pain wouldn't kill me. But losing my cousin, or your brother simply because I chose to go back home and pretend nothing was going on, that would kill me." She said, her tone not changing. "So are you coming? Or am I doing this alone?"

I looked at her and sighed. Then I looked back at dad. He had a small smile on his face.

"Go" He told me. I looked down at Ellie and smiled. I leaned down and kissed her lightly on the head.

"Let's go." I told Gabi. And we headed for the warehouse.

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(Annie's POV)

"Kill me huh? Now that is a big ambition for a little girl." Memorian said as he circled me.

I was not little! Ok, physically I was. But that wasn't playing fair.

"Well I like to keep myself driven. It is the only way to succeed." I replied hastily. I pulled out the Colt and aimed it at him. But before I could shoot I heard Dean yell and hit a wall.

There was the other demon. The innocence eating one. Shit.

She had Dean pinned up against a wall with her hand around his throat, clutching the life out of him.

"You know, killing him won't give you much of a life elixir. He isn't very innocent." I said. My tone was that of a pure bitch. I had missed this part of my job.

I aimed the gun at her and shot. Dean crumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, just unconscious. I looked back at Memorian. His cocky smile had faded.

"Scared?" I asked smirking.

He walked closer to me and before I had time to retaliate he had my shoulders pinned up against a wall, and I had dropped the Colt.

"That was my sister you bitch." He said in a low scary voice. But I showed no fear.

"Close… but not quiet." I said smiling. His gaze was questioning. "Not bitch; something closer though… something that rhymes with it…what's the word… oh yeah. It's witch."

He looked at me strangely.

"Crowbar." I muttered, this threw him even more off guard. After I called for it, instead of making the bar coming into my hand, I made it collide with his head. He released his grip on my shoulder and fell to the ground. I ran over, grabbed the gun and pointed it at him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you…" He said.

"Why the hell not?" I asked.

"Because if you do, you're boyfriend over there won't live to see tomorrow." He told me. Once again he was off, but this time he had taken a sharp metal piece from a box on the ground

This thing was quick. Now he had an unconscious Dean held to him with the metal piece closing in on his torso.

Shit, this wasn't good. Memorian moved fast, so as soon as he heard the gunshot he would jam the metal into Dean which would kill him. My face turned from confident to scared. This pleased Memorian.

"He was what I took from you wasn't it? Well that and your eyes. By the way, major props on those. But when I made you believe something it was that he didn't love you, wasn't it?" He said. I felt the tears coming up. But I held them back.

I needed a plan. The first part was going to have to be not show weakness.

"I really would like my eyes back by the way, they don't fit you." I told him.

"The pale lifeless one's you have don't work for someone as spunky as you either. But I like them, so no chance." He replied.

What to do. Then it hit me.

"Ok I surrender. You can keep my eyes, you can keep the most important feeling I have ever had from me. I give in." I said. He looked at me and laughed.

"I'm not that stupid Annie." He said. Then he slowly inched the blade into Dean stomach. I saw the blood start to pour out. Even though the cut wasn't deep, the metal was sharp and long.

I panicked. But then I had an idea.

"Congelo!" I yelled. And both Dean and Memorian froze. I ran over and put my hand on the metal.

"I'm sorry Dean… this might hurt…" I said before pulling the little but that had been pushed into his stomach out. Then I slowly lowered him to the ground. I stood back up and looked at the frozen Memorian. I violently pushed him to the ground and pulled him far away from Dean.

"Recolo" I muttered as I pointed the gun to his head.

"What the hell just happened?" Memorian asked as he looked around and realized that the situation had changed.

I cocked the gun and aimed it straight at his head.

"Like I said… Witch." I said before pulling the trigger.

Once the bullet killed him I feel to my knees in pain. My head hurt and I felt a surge go through my body, but within seconds it was gone.

"Dean…" I whispered. I ran over to his body. He was still alive.

"Dean, baby can you hear me?" I asked as I gently cradled his head in my hands. He had lost a lot of air and blood in the last thirty minutes.

"Annie…" He whispered.

"I'm here… shhh… I'm here…" I replied.

He looked into my eyes and smiled.

"I love you…" He told me. I let the tears fall down my face.

"You want to know the best part about that?" I asked sadly. He nodded slowly, never taking his eyes off mine.

"I know you do…" I said. He smiled, but then his eyes slowly started to close and his breathing got shallow.

"Dean…. No… Dean come on, wake up. Don't do this to me." I cried. But he was gone. There was a pulse but barely, and I had to get him help.

"What did we miss?" A familiar and friendly voice said. I turned and saw Gabi and Sam.

"We have to get him help…" I replied.

The three of us got him to the hospital. But I didn't know anything.

I couldn't lose him. Not after all of this. Memorian was dead! I knew Dean loved me and I loved him! This couldn't be happening. After everything we had been through already, this couldn't be happening.