I paced up and down, biting my right thumb furiously, nearly drawing blood. My eyes fixed onto the grimy floor that I was walking on.

"You're gonna wear the carpet out," remarked Dean, as he cleaned his gun. "You sure nothing is bothering you? You pace when you're worried."

I paused, as I then inspected my aching thumb. Thankfully no blood was drawn this time. I then inspected the salt lines, making sure there wasn't a single fault.

"You'll freak if I tell you" I muttered, rubbing my hands together, since the motel room was freezing cold.

My brother stopped for a moment. He just knew something was wrong. Something bad. His whole expression changed from pure concentration, to deep concern. Dean signalled me over to him, and he perched me on his knee. He then waited patiently for me to spill the beans.

"I think I'm being followed" I said, playing with a loose thread of my dark grey sweater.

I could almost hear the cogs and wheels in my brother's head turning, as he tried to think of what to say next. I could almost hear the thudding of his racing heart.

"Followed?" he remarked. "By who?"

I bit my bottom lip, as I gazed up at Dean. I knew what his reaction was gonna be, there was no doubt at all.

"A demon," I murmured in reply. "That weird man in the school yard. He's a demon, I'm sure of it. I saw him again, standing on the street when we were caught in traffic. His eyes were black."

My brother's eyes widened with fear. He then got up, making sure that all of the salt lines were unbroken. Dean then returned to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. He was shaking.

"Are you sure?" he asked, gazing deep into my eyes.

I nodded slowly, my eyes drifting towards the salt lines along the each of the windows. Suddenly, I let out a startled squeak, and pointed to the window by the motel room door. The demon was right outside, his forehead pressed against the window, his fingers clawing at the glass.

"Christ!" I yelped. "There he is! That's him!"

Dean pulled me behind him, in a protective manner, shielding me from possible harm or attack. He glared at the demon.

"What the hell do you want?!" he demanded.

The demon then stabbed a finger on the glass, aiming at me.

"The girl," it replied, it's voice inaudible due to the barrier that was the window. "Give me the girl. I'll get rid of her for you. It's for the best. It needs to be done."

I was shaking in fright. I tried to move, but Dean kept me behind him.

"Dean?" I whimpered, clutching onto his shirt. "What's going on? What does it want?"

Dean then knelt down to my level, turning his back on the demon. He told hold of my face in his hands. My eyes remained on the demon outside our room.

"Don't look at it, sweetheart," said Dean, looking onto my eyes. "Just focus on me, alright. Don't look at it. Everything is gonna be alright. You're safe with me. That bastard won't lay a single finger on you. Not while I'm here."

I was still very confused as to why this was happening in the first place. My hand then gently traced the scar that snaked from my right hip, to just under my navel. I gasped.

"Oh no," I grumbled. "Not again. Remember several months back, when demons snatched me. One of them got away. I think that's the one."

Dean let out a frustrated growl, and confronted the demon at the window.

"You're not getting you're filthy hands on her!" he shouted. "No! And I'm sure as hell, not letting you slither away again, you rancid son of a bitch! What's a little girl ever done to you?! Leave her alone!"

The demon cocked it's head. It then punched the window, breaking the glass slightly. Dean stood back.

"She must die" it hissed.

I gasped loudly.

"What?!" I exclaimed, my voice going squeaky.

The demon began to laugh, which pissed me and my brother off. Seriously though, what the hell was going on? Why do I need to be assassinated ? I haven't done anything. I think.

Dean then launched himself at the window, throwing salt from a silver tin at the demon. The salt grains made contact with the demon's hand, causing it to singe and burn. The demon yelped in pain and anger.

"If you touch her, scumbag, I swear I will rip you're fucking head off, and then stick it up you're god damn ass!" roared Dean, his face flushing purple.

My eyes went wide. Oh heck, that's one nasty image to have floating in your head. Could that even be possible? Ew! Why am I even thinking about that? Man, I spend too much time in my head. I really gotta stop that, before I get sent to therapy.

Dean then starting pacing up and down, his eyes shifting from the demon to me. He paused, the demon had suddenly vanished. Dean began to line a salt circle on the floor.

"Chrissie, listen to me very carefully," he said, returning to me. "I need you to barricade yourself in this room. You still have you're silver knife under your pillow?"

I nodded.

"Good girl," continued my brother. "Keep hold of your knife, and stay in this circle."

Dean then picked me up, and plonked me in the middle of the salt circle. He cupped my face in his hands again.

"I need the right exorcism book," he said. "The only problem, I left it in the truck of the Impala. I'll go down to the parking lot, and get it."

Frightened and concerned, I grabbed my brother's wrists.

"The demon is still out there!" I remarked. "There might be more!"

Dean smoothed my hair.

"If there is more, I'll handle them," he replied. "As long as they 're away from you, that's all that matters to me. Sweetheart, I don't want you to get hurt. That's why you must stay here in this circle. It'll keep you safe."

I then remembered something Dean told me on the way back from school.

"Dad's coming, you said so yourself," I said. "He's not that far away."

Dean nodded, yet stayed focused.

"That's true, but in the meantime, you need to stay here, while I go outside for the book," stated my big brother. "The sooner Dad arrives the better, but we need to hang tight until he does."

Dean handed me my knife. I then clutched at his shirt.

"It's dangerous out there, Dean," I whimpered. "The snow storm isn't helping either…"

Dean then interrupted me.

"I know it's dangerous," he said. "I know what I'm doing. Just stay here, in the circle, please. I'll be right back, I promise."

Dean then grabbed his coat, his eyes focused on the door. I received a peck on the forehead from him, before he ventured outside into the on-going snow storm.

"Be careful!" I begged, gripping onto my knife with both hands.

Then, I was alone. The demon was still outside, somewhere.

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