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Chapter 8: Jus in Bello
Skylar's POV
February 2008.
I laughed with my roommate, Cheryl, at a party in the dorm building. We were taking Jell-O shots, after shots losing ourselves, having fun. The dorm was having Valentine's Day party. All around us, college students from the ages of twenty to twenty-three danced around, drinking booze, and all that jazz in your stereotypical party.
After swallowing a fruit punch Jell-O shot, I sighed, leaning back in my chair thinking over the past year. Since June 2007, I have been focused on my college life, studying photography and graphic arts, if not a minor in business. A never-ending focus, only taking a break from school during the winter, spent with my family. Jo and Ellen stopped their hunting as we went to South Dakota to visit Bobby; of course, he gets a phone call from the Winchesters about an evil Santa. The case resulting to be a pagan god stealing dads and eating them. At least the monster had the decency to spare the mother and child. After Christmas, we headed to New York City for the New Year. I got to say; it was the best winter break I ever had with family and friends.
Now speaking about Winchester, I haven't seen them in a long time. Not since May. Although Sam and I do keep in contact on a weekly basis. Having an hour-long chat on Saturday or Sunday about cases he recently did with Dean or his thoughts. I remembered Sam calling just last week about a case he had in Broward County, Florida. Giving a heads up that the Trickster is still alive but promised not to bug us. I was going to argue till Sam continued to talk about the pain he felt in living a "Groundhogs day" film. He spent an entire year watching Dean get killed, and when to think the cycle is broken, Dean dies officially and another year of a personal hell till confronting the Trickster.
From the news update, the boys encounter quite a bunch of interesting people. Well, two annoying people, both being women. Bela Talbot, a thief who steals supernatural artifacts and sells them to the highest better. Then a demon who was once a witch named Ruby. She has been helping the boys with solving Samuel's Colt, owning a dagger that could kill demons, and knows a way to break Dean's contract. I don't like the sound of this. I did some research, and there is no way to break a crossroads contract. Once the contract is sealed, it's done. And I worry this Ruby is using them.
And let's add the usual demons, changelings, cursed rabbit's foot, a coven of witches, a sleep deprive maniac, Trickster, and vampires. When Sam said Gordon was gone . . . I was relieved. Yes, it sounds wrong, but I never liked the guy, for he hurt people and killed innocents. Let alone hurting me that sprained my wrist from his grasp. Otherwise, they didn't ask for my help. Saying Bobby got the resources. So our conversation is mere talk and stress relief from the college life and supernatural. I find it strange that none have come over here hunting me down. Ellen and Jo dealt with demons, bringing up the Devil's Gate, Bobby coping with them, and the Winchesters on a daily basis.
I must be lucky. However, I still worry about them. Afraid to get that phone call of one of them are dead because of demon activity. With a sigh, I grabbed a water bottle chugging it down.
"Why a long face?" Cheryl asked.
I stared at Cheryl. She was in her twenties with blond hair that had blue, fair skin color covered in freckles and blue eyes. The typical cowgirl, with curves in the right places. If Dean were here, he would be drooling. Anyway, Cheryl and I have been roommates since fall. In fact, we have become fast friends, as she studies Journalism.
"I'm just thinking about some friends," I answered. "Afraid they're gonna get in the deep water and all."
"Those brothers who travel a lot?" she asked.
"Yeah," I answered.
"Well, take my advice. Focus on yourself, be selfish. I mean, you already deal with family drama. So screw them, let them deal with their problems." She advised.
I stared at her, appalled. Cheryl doesn't know about my life. When we met, I told her I was born and raised in Nebraska, living in a family-run saloon. Lost my dad as a toddler, lived with my Mom, and Jo, and working from age sixteen. Having friends who travel AKA the Winchesters, Ash, and all standard stuff.
Cheryl bought it, giving her condolences, and told me her American white picket fence story. Since then, we have never pestered about the past and concentrated on the now. Though the past few days from getting dumped by her boyfriend, she's been acting strangely. A bit of a bitch! Although, I ignored it, thinking her parents are butchering her about changing careers, let alone being dumped before Valentine's Day.
"Okay, I'll consider it," I muttered.
"I mean, don't take it the wrong way. You and Sam, like, you talk as if you are a couple, and he's off somewhere with his brother screwing with other women." She explained.
I felt a pang in the heart. Somehow, I have developed a crush on Sam Winchester. If the phone rings on his ringtone of Kansas, "Carry on Wayward Son." Just hearing it has my heart beating fast. Hearing his voice gets me excited. And when he gives a compliment, blush starts to form. Hopefully, this will pass when Mr. Right comes by and sweeps me off my feet. As much as I like Sam . . . I don't want to live that lifestyle. Not the life Ellen went through when dad left for a hunt and wait for his return, not sure if he'll come back alive, injured, or worse, dead.
"We're just friends, Cheryl," I assured her. "He's like a brother."
"I'm just saying," Cheryl said, taking another Jell-O shot. "And you need to get laid."
I scoffed, practically choking on water. I guessed my sex life hadn't been that great. I popped the cherry during the summer at a college concert with one of my new friends. Derick, he was kind, smart, and has a sense of humor. We became an item, not romantically, but platonically.
Anyway, there was a concert we went to that had us drunk. When we return to the dorm, we sat on a bed talking about how love sucks, how it's challenging to keep a relationship, or even starting one, and such. And then we got touchy, and afterward, we got to kissing, second base, third base, and finally home run. Don't judge me. We used condoms, and I was okay with it. I don't regret it or anything, and neither does Derik. We became friends with benefits until he found himself a girlfriend in November. And when he told me, I felt a little bit of hurt, yet I passed after meeting Nina and knew she was perfect for him. We're still friends and no hard feelings. But since then, I had zero intimacy whatsoever, and it fucking sucks.
"Cher, life is not about sex," I said.
"C'mon, Sky, remember the three Fs: Feeding, fighting, and fucking." She said, using her fingers, counting down each F-word. "And speaking of fucking."
I turned around to see Jase staring at us, more at Cheryl. I sighed, shaking my head, "Go get him, tiger."
"Oh, I will," she said. She got up and went over to her new target for utter bliss.
I chuckled, taking another sip of water. The music started to get too loud, and a migraine began to form. Deciding it's best to hit the hay, I got up and went upstairs to my room. The room was small, having two twin beds, two desks, a closet, and one window. My bed was by the window, where salt settled on the mantle. Cheryl asked about that, so I told her I was one of those spiritual people that believe in elements and healing properties. She bought it, along with the poster of a demon's trap.
Grabbing my pajamas, a towel, and toiletries, I headed to the bathrooms. The bathroom was empty. Guess it's my lucky day as I went to one of the shower stalls, starting the shower to the right temperature, and set everything down on a stool. I undressed and went into the shower, sighing at the hot water spraying down over my body.
Time went by as I showered, losing track of time. Suddenly the door opens, suspecting another girl is getting ready for bed. So ignoring her, I rinsed off getting out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around me. Before I could wrap another towel for my hair, the curtain slide opens revealing Cheryl.
"Damn it, Cher, you scared me." I panted, with a hand over my chest. "What happened to the guy?"
"He was an ass," Cheryl answered, walking in. "In fact, all men are asses."
"I think we know that," I said.
"Yes, and all humans are meat suits," Cheryl added.
I stopped looking at Cheryl, who stood there full of confidence, a smirk on her lips. Before I could say anything, her blue eyes turned solid black. Shit, I knew this day would come. I just thought not right now. Quickly the demon lunged at me with renowned strength pinning me to the tile wall. I gasped, trying to break free from her hold, but the demon laughed.
"I got to say. It was so easy to fool you." The demon said. "All week, I've been by your side, and you haven't noticed my presence. Shame, usually those Winchesters or your family would have noticed."
"What do ya want?" I demanded.
If this demon has been here for a week, then other people or I should have been dead. There was something different about this demon, mainly how it interacted so humanly compare to other demons. The demon chuckled as she traced her hand over my collar bone then grabbed my hair. I yelped in pain and then glared at her.
"To deliver you a message," The demon murmured. "Stay out of this. Sam and his brother don't need you to solve their problems. I can handle it."
"Ru—Ruby?" I guessed.
"That's me," she murmured.
"And are you gonna tell Sam about Dean's contract?" I asked.
"Sooner or later, he'll figure it out," Ruby answered. "But right now, I need them to concentrate on Lilith and to kill her. So be a good bitch and stay out of it."
Did she just call me a bitch? I thought angrily.
Without another word, I kneed her in the gut and punched her in the face. Ruby stumbled back, falling over the bathroom stool, and slipped on the wet tile. She looked up hissing, but I grabbed my anti-possession pendant and the cross speaking in Latin:
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica
adjuramus te.
Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare."
Ruby seized in Cheryl's body trying to fight off the exorcism. But I took the crucifix off my necklace and pressed it on her chest, continuing the chant. Ruby screamed as she opened her mouth and causing black smoke to splutter. Once the demon was out, I kept the incantation, making sure she doesn't possess anyone. She would probably return to her original vessel wherever that is.
I panted, fixing my towel when Cheryl groaned. "Whoa, my head hurts."
I sighed, trying to figure out how to explain to her that she got possessed by a demon. Cheryl sat up, only to place a hand over her mouth, kneeling over then vomited. I closed my eyes as puke coated my legs. Or maybe I'll say she drank too much and blamed it on the hangover.
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The next morning, I was woken up hating the world. Ruby attacked me with a warning. Somehow, she considers me a threat. Although I'm trying to figure out why to put herself here knowing I am part hunter. Was she risking it, or is there something more to all this madness?
I sighed, looking over at Cheryl, who snored in her bed all snuggled up. After the exorcism and
vomiting, I got both of us cleaned up and off to bed. Though stayed up a bit later to put salt on the door and used a dry erase marker to put a demon's trap in front of the door. It has become a debate if I should contact Dean and Sam about what just happened, or even Ellen and Jo, or Bobby. However, if Ruby managed to come here under the radar for an entire week . . . whose say she won't do it again.
Great, I'm cross between a rock and a hard place. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my laptop and got on today's News. I scroll around to see if there were any demon activities. When I saw the breaking News in Monuments, Colorado caught my attention, remembering the Winchesters were heading there to find Bela. Clicking on it, hoping it's not what I think it is.
What I saw shocked me as the newswoman stood behind a destroyed police station with firefighters scavenging the facility.
"Breaking News, in a small county called Monument, Colorado, a terrible explosion occurred at Monument Police station. The community is still reeling off the tragedy that just happened a few hours ago. Authorities believed a gas main ruptured, causing the massive explosion that ripped apart the police station and claimed the lives of everyone inside. Among the deceased, at least six police officers and staff, including Sheriff Melvin Dodd, Deputy Phil Amici, and Secretary Nancy Fitzgerald, as well as three FBI agents identified as Steven Groves, Calvin Reidy, and Victor Henriksen. Two fugitives in custody were also killed. We'll continue to the following the story here at the scene, but for now, back to you, Jim." The newswoman said.
Two fugitives . . . I hope she doesn't mean Sam and Dean. Seeing it was almost ten, I immediately grabbed my cell phone and called Sam, ditching the text first then wait for a rule. Not a moment too soon did the other end picked up.
"Skylar," Sam greeted.
"Thank heavens, Sam," I breathed heavily. "I just watched the news in what happened in Colorado and . . ."
"Yeah," Sam breathed. "And so is Dean."
"Good," I said. "How are you . . . doing?"
For a while, Sam just lets it go and talk about how he feels about the incident. I tried my best to give him comfort from a long distance. After fifteen minutes, Sam said Dean got out of the shower, and they had to leave soon. I said goodbye and hanged up. To know Sam and Dean are safe is one thing. It's the fear of losing them is another thing.
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