This is part 2 of the previous chapter taking on board Dean's POV.
I knew the kid was pissed. She hadn't been the same since Sammy left for California. Her tongue had gotten sharper along with her language and all her training was taking it's toll even though she tried to hide it. Dad said it was a phase she was going through and it would pass. I hoped so since I missed my spunky little sister from her ranting and ramblings to the way she would annoy me by singing those damn theme tunes from Pokemon and Spongebob Squarepants in my ear whilst driving. Isolation had taken over her and she rarely said a word apart from curses whenever she made a mistake. Once we pulled away from the motel I noticed the kid was wearing her baseball cap front ways. That signalled one thing and one thing only, she was either upset, or seriously moody. When she wore that cap you could guess her moods by how she positioned it on her head. Whenever the cap was positioned sideways on the right side it meant she was happy or just average. To the left it meant anger and ready to knee you in the jewels. When she wore it backwards it stated she was in a mischievous and playful mood, something I longed to see. Nowadays the cap remained mostly on the left or front.
"I can't help but think something is bothering Chrissie" I said to Dad as we drove passed a gas station.
"If there was she would have said by now" replied Dad gripping the steering wheel.
"Chris admitting her true feeling in public," I quipped sarcastically. "In what dimension or parallel universe would that happen in?"
Half the time I reckon I'm a bad influence on my baby sister. When she was in first grade she would pick fights with older kids in self defence. Let's just say teaching her how to kick and punch might not have been the wisest choice I've made. Swearing is another. The kid ain't afraid to verbally assault you with course language. On that matter I blame once again myself and that TV show South Park. Yet bottling up emotions has got to be the worst trait she has mimicked from me.
"Your sister is going through a tough time just now…"
"Ain't we all"
"..but she'll be fine. Believe me it's her starting to grow up. It'll get worse when she becomes a teenager."
Driving towards the abandoned warehouse were the demons were hiding, thoughts drifted into my head.
"She should be with us," I stated. "I don't like leaving her alone."
Dad grounded the car to a halt.
"Chris is a smart kid," he said. "Nothing bad will happen to her while we are gone."
Those words didn't put my mind at ease at all. With our family's luck that would have jinxed the whole situation. Scanning the warehouse I gulped down my fears about my sister being left alone without protection.
"Let's go" announced Dad climbing out of the driver's seat,
I followed.
The warehouse was deserted, a stupid thing to say about a joint that's abandoned anyways. Glass and debris littered the ground and pale moonlight seeped through the broken windows. You couldn't even hear a pin drop. Dad and I scoped the place with caution and stealth, guns poised. A shadow darted behind Dad. It was one of the demons. Suddenly the shadow zoomed out of the shadows and leapt towards me in attack.
"Thought you guys would never show up" laughed the demon, who was possessing an older man ages with Dad.
The demon was surprisingly fast for me and without warning, delivered a blow to my stomach then another to my lower back. The kicks took my breathe away. Winded and bruised I hadn't noticed that I had dropped my gun. The demon noticed before me and lunged at me once more, yanking me up from my knees and coiling a thick arm around my neck.
"Nice try boy," jeered the demon, his eyes flashing black as he wrenched my other arm behind my back. "But your no match for me."
Okay that was not planned. It's pretty embarrassing how I got my ass kicked by some old dude.
"Let my son go you demonic bastard!" growled Dad.
The demon rolled it's eyes and released the grip it had on me.
"He's not the one we want anyway," it said with a devilish chuckle. It cocked it's head and added with a smirk. "How's your daughter John?"
Dad and I exchanged a terrified gaze before returning to the demon who just stood casually before us.
"What do you know about my daughter? What are you talkin' about?" asked Dad, lowering his gun slightly.
"My comrades are at your motel door," answered the demon. "And your little girl is about to answer the door. That's what I'm saying."
Part 3 coming up next which will return to Chris POV
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