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This very very short chapter contains swearing.
Dean's POV
I'm gonna kill that punk, the one who had stolen my baby sister's virginity. God, it makes me feel sick thinking about it. She is only fourteen years old for Christ sake! I mean, she has always been mature for her age but she is still a kid.
Returning to the room to discover that they had vanished pissed me off big time. If I were a volcano I would have erupted by now. Seeing the open bathroom window made me even more mad, to the point that I let out a angry roar.
"Fuck!" I yelled, punching thin air. "He made her go with him! She wouldn't do this!"
It's true, I know Chrissie better than anyone. I can tell when she is pissed or upset just by looking into her eyes. When she was younger she used to wear an old baseball cap, and how she wore it on her head reflected whatever mood she was in. Chrissie is a smart, streetwise kid but she wouldn't do something so reckless. Lover boy was bad news, I could feel it. Something wasn't right about him.
When it comes to new people Chris has always been wary, she says it takes time for her to get used to new people. Then again, she doesn't have any friends and she has always regarded herself as a loner. Whilst she was growing up, I would often find her sitting alone in the playground whenever I went to collect her from school. She may come across as a ballsy kid with a feisty and quick witted attitude but behind that mask, she is vulnerable and sensitive. Which is why I'm against this 'relationship', a term I'm using very loosely, I know what that boy wants and I don't want to see my baby sister with a broken heart.
I stormed out the bathroom and paced furiously across the room, almost making myself dizzy. My gaze fell upon the bed that had been used for their antics, the sheets crumpled and wrinkled. Another annoyed yell sounded from my voice box. Never mind the term 'The Terrible Twos' it should be 'The Terrible Teens.'
Sam then called me back into the bathroom, a sense of panic in his voice. When I entered I found him tracing a finger alongside the window sill, an all too familiar substance gathered on his fingertip. Sulfur. Our expressions were identical as we reached a conclusion. Shit! Not again! It made sense as I found no trace of salt lines on any of the doors and windows. Demon, lover boy was a demon. What was worse, aside from the fact he had been manipulating Chrissie into sleeping with him, is that she had no idea.
If there is any reason to go full blown Chuck Norris on this little demon bastard, then this is it. I was gonna kill him.
Sorry if this chapter is short but I needed to post a little section from the brothers point of view on the current situation, but the next chapter should be longer.
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