Dean's POV
I rushed outside, forgetting about the snow storm for a brief moment until I got hit by the icy wind. I ran across the parking lot, blinded by the snow. My now purple hands trembled with the cold, as I dusted off the thick layers of snow gathering on the trunk of my car. I quickly glanced back across the parking lot, towards the room I had left my baby sister in. I'm a man of my word. That scum would be dead by sunrise. Nobody messes with me or my family, and nobody dares threaten my kid sister. Human or supernatural. The second I found the book that I was looking for, that was the instant I spotted the demon.
The demon was charging across the parking lot, ready to roadhouse kick the motel room door down. Like Hell was I gonna allow that to happen.
"Hey!" I roared.
The demon instantly raced in the opposite direction, despite the wind and snow. I followed in the same direction, with the book in my hand. The demon scaled the drain pipe leading to the roof of the motel at lightning speed. Shit! Not wanting to let the demon get away, I raced around the side, and carefully climbed up the fire escape ladder. I then vaulted over the railings, before sneaking up the stairs leading to the roof top. I was kinda impressed, and I regret not timing the whole thing, because I reckon that I reached a high score.
The demon gasped, as I suddenly appeared in front of it. The demon smirked and then let out a bad attempt of an evil laugh. Dude, seriously, that was you're bad guy laugh, talk about pathetic.
"Look, boy," said the demon, circling around me like a shark. "All I want is the girl. That's all I want."
I made a fighting stance, the book still in my hand.
"Yeah, like I'm gonna let that happen," I remarked. "Stay away from her! What has she done so bad, that she needs to be assassinated by scum like you? She's just a little girl."
The demon laughed again, flashing it's black eyes. Furious, I screamed out the beginning of the exorcism. The demon roared in pain, as it was suddenly grounded to the roof by the ancient recital. It laughed again.
"Oh, you have no idea," sneered the demon. "I wouldn't underestimate that so called little girl. There is more to her than you realise, but that's all I'm saying."
I continued with the exorcism. I demanded answers. Why was my sister being hunted down like a fox? What has she done so wrong? Suddenly, through the wind I heard something. A high pitch scream.
"Chrissie!" I cried out.
Dumb move really, as the demon launched itself at me, and kicked the book out of my hand, before pinning me to the snow covered roof top. The book landed onto the ground below, buried under the snow. Gaining the upper hand, I smacked the demon in the nose. I rolled over and punched the demon several more times, before knocking it out, or so I thought at the time. Knowing that Chrissie was in even more danger, I headed towards the stairs leading to the fire escape ladder. From being, the resurfaced demon shoved me down the small flight of stairs, before picking me up by the throat. The demon then dangled me over the railings. If I was to fall, I would hope I would break my legs, and not my neck.
"Chrissie!" I called out desperately. I glared at the demon. "I swear if you or anybody else has hurt her…"
My eyes widened. Somebody was standing behind the demon. A tiny figure, holding a blade in their hand. No. How did she get up here?
"Chrissie?" I said. "No. No. Chrissie. Stay back. Please."
Suddenly, the demon dropped me. Thank God I grabbed the railings, or I would have landed on my head. The demon spun around.
"Chrissie! No! Get back!" I yelled, trying to climb up and over the railings, but it was too icy and I was losing my grip.
At that moment, the demon let out an agonising scream, as it toppled backwards and flipped over the railings. The knife was imbedded in its chest. It was clear that it was already dead by the time its head cracked onto the ground with a sickening thud. What the hell was that? I regained my footing, and climbed back over the railings.
"Chrissie?" I gasped, as I rushed over to her.
My little sister was laying on the stair well, unconscious. She must have pushed the demon in shelf defence, after stabbing it with her knife. I instantly rushed over towards her.
"Hey. Hey. C'mon. Wake up," I begged, as I gently shook her in my arms.
I was so confused. How was the demon dead? Nevertheless, my sister was safe. Well, until the next creature I guess. Chrissie's eyes fluttered open.
"Hey," I smiled, as I smoothed her hair down. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"
There was an odd glimmer in her eyes. For a second they appeared to be violet, but on blinking there remained green. Ah jeez, the demon probably knocked my head around during the fight.
"D-Dean?" mumbled my eleven year old sister. She winced slightly as she rubbed the back of her head. "W-What's going on?"
I hugged her close. She was safe. That's all that mattered to me.
"Shhhhhhh. Shhhhhhh. It's alright, sweetheart," I said. "You're safe. I've got you. Don't worry. It's gone. You're gonna be fine."
There was a slight pause. The kid wriggled away from me, and peered over the railings that I had almost fallen from. She raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, Dean, is the demon dead?" asked Chrissie.
I wandered up behind her, and placed my hands on her shoulders.
"Yeah, he's dead" I replied.
There was another pause. Chrissie sniffed, before a mischievous smirk spread across her face.
"Sweet" she said.
Christ, I couldn't have said it better myself.