Well, that's the demon is dead. That's a good thing, I guess. Yet that's not what's bothering me. What's bothering me is how did I kill it? Dad always said you could never kill a demon with a normal blade. I know for a fact that's what Dean is thinking about too.
My big brother kept staring at me, as we sat on the couch, watching Rush Hour, our favourite movie. It had been two days since the demon assassin, and I was feeling very strange inside. I hadn't seen or heard from Cas since. He clearly did something to me, and I wanted to know what.
"You alright, kiddo?" asked Dean. "You still look a little pale? Did you take some more Tylenol?"
I nodded, as I huddled underneath my thick sweater. My right shoulder was aching, to the point it got very uncomfortable. I winced slightly, as I shifted around on the couch. Dean frowned.
"What's wrong?" he questioned, looking concerned. "Chrissie, are you should you're alright?"
I nodded, a fake smile plastered across my face.
"Yeah, I just gotta go pee" I lied. "Been holding it in since Lee and Carter met for the first time at the airport."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Well, go to the toilet then," he replied. "For God sake, you'll hurt yourself if you hold it in any longer. Don't get into that habit again, you did that a lot when we were potty training you."
I slid of the couch, like a lazy fat cat, before scurrying into the bathroom.
"Don't eat the last slice of pizza, or I'll have to kill you" I remarked, poking my head from behind the door.
Dean laughed.
"Aw, you wouldn't do that to me, would you?" he smirked. "Besides, how would you get rid of my corpse?"
I paused for a moment. The pain in my shoulder was getting worse. I buried the pain under my fake smile.
"I'd stuff you down the toilet, and leave you for the giant sewer gators" I answered back, with a mischievous expression.
"Shit, I better not get on the wrong side of you, little girl" said Dean.
I scoffed, before closing the bathroom door and locking it behind me. My smile vanished instantly, as I removed my sweater. I smoothed down my pyjama tank top. There will be a moment when I have to go up to Dean and be like "Hey bro, I need a bra." Man, that's gonna be awkward. I gingerly traced by hand across my collar bone, to where it connects with my shoulder.
Imprinted onto my skin was a dark red hand print. It was incredibly itching and would sting whenever I touched it. It only came to my knowledge a few hours after the demon died and then disappeared. The thing is, I can't remember anything up until Cas appeared. What happened? What did he do? The angry raised hand print either belonged to the demon or it belonged to Cas.
I rubbed the back of my head with my free hand, and let out a sigh.
"Cas, what did you do?" I muttered under my breath.
At that moment, I briefly turned around. Suddenly, I let out a gasp. My reflection in the glass of the shower was out of synch with the rest of me.
"It's too soon" my reflection stated, the voice all distorted.
It's eyes glimmered with a bright violet colour. I slowly backed away, still holding onto my shoulder. My reflection remained still.
"This is not good" I whispered to myself.
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