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Chapter 7

Bending down slightly so that their eyes meet – eyes filled with pure unconditional love meeting eyes filled with pure unconditional evil – she smiled sadly, "Hi daddy."

"Hi daddy"

"Daddy"

With just that one word, that one word that identified who the mystery werewolf was, was like a hard punch to the gut for Sam. Ever since he met the sisters all he ever thought about was unearthing their secrets, always knowing that there was more than meets the eye. But this… this was more than he had ever hoped to find. No wonder Elizabeth and Jennifer wants to save him. But then why is Monica hell bent on destroying her family?

Looking over at his brother, he could see the same open-mouthed expression that was etched all over his face. He could tell his brother no doubt had the wrong assumptions about the sisters like he did. Well, as the saying goes, 'assuming makes an ass out of you and me."

Sam shuddered to think of what would happen if it had been him trapping John in order to kill him. Would he have done it?

He almost had that chance once when his father was possessed by the thing that killed Mary. Sam still remembered what it was like to be torn between saving a father and destroying an evil piece of shit. As much as he wanted to pull the trigger himself, he knew he didn't have it in him to commit such an act, especially to his father…and especially to Dean.

And in that aspect, he knew Elizabeth wouldn't have it in her to conduct an act that would surely kill her, and he knew Jennifer would no doubt feel the same way. But Monica proved to be another matter; her constant cautiousness around people, never being able to trust blindly, and impressive walls that had been built around her (to rival Dean, that is) are difficult to say that she felt the same as her sisters concerning their father.

Dean, on the other hand, wondered around the same things. But he also knew Monica knew what had to be done, and he admired her for it. He knew her strength is what kept the sisters together doing what had to be done to the evil in the world – now that the war has begun.

Looking at Elizabeth's and Jennifer's uncertainness but yet determinedness concerning the werewolf, he knew that they were going to stop at nothing until they saved one of their own. Lord knows he would too, if it had been his dad, but then he remembered what happened to Madison: Sam loved her – he was willing to try anything to save her – but in the end, to his and her dismay, he had to kill her. It was too late for her just like it was now with the sisters' father.

And he knew things were going to get ugly. It didn't matter who's wrong or right – what matters was that Elizabeth and Jennifer were hell bent on saving their father instead of doing what was needed to be done: killing him. And what else mattered was the fact that it definitely looked like they will not allow Monica to go through with killing him.

"Hey pumpkin," replied their father in a somewhat gentle comforting tone, the sneer on his face accompanying with the malevolent look in his eyes was the only telltale sign deceiving his false fatherly love.

"How are you doin'? We didn't tie the ropes too hard, did we?" Elizabeth asked concernedly. Monica tried not to roll her eyes at her sister's unnecessary questions.

"I'm fine, sweetheart. Hey, why don't you be a good girl and untie your old man?"

"Why don't you suck it up like a man and tell us what we need to know," Monica stepped in before her sister seriously considered her father's wishes and untied him.

Everyone in the room held their breath, not knowing who was going to start swinging punches: Elizabeth, Monica, or Enrique. Actually, observing Monica's attitude towards her dad, and vice versa, no one knew who loathed each other more as the tension heated up to almost an all-time high. Dean unconsciously stepped closer to Monica as he felt overprotective over her.

A few tense moments passed by as father and daughter stared hard at each other, each hoping to break one another before he spoke mockingly, "What do you want to know? Huh? How 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' abandoned you when they wanted a son? Or how you were left out of an inheritance?"

All she did was sneered back as she was taught not to fall for the enemy's tricks from working for the CIA, "Actually, you can start by telling us what you are. You see, no normal everyday werewolf can stay in its animal form when there is no full moon, and yet no typical werewolf can slaughter large families and flay the skins off of them. So I'm guessing you've picked up some neat new tricks. Care to share?"

Shaking his head as he chuckled, he scoffed, "I always knew you were the smart one. But what happens if I don't 'care to share'? You're not gonna off me like you did my poor dead wife, now are you?"

Both brothers jerked their heads up at that as they both looked at her questioningly – Sam staring at her in horror while Dean's eyes searched for some form of confirmation if the atrocity she had committed was true, but never once doubting her in her capabilities of handling the situation. After all, her father did turn out to be a werewolf. There was no telling what her mother might have become.

Elizabeth looked like she was about ready to interfere in Monica's interrogation when she heard what the werewolf said, but fortunately for the little group, Jennifer held her sister back.

Monica just smiled at him, whipping out a dagger seemingly from out of nowhere, "I'll tell you what: If you don't start talking, I'll start removing all your fingernails. If that doesn't work, I'll remove your teeth starting with your canines and work myself all the way around your oral cavity. And if that doesn't work, I'll neuter you. But even if that doesn't work, I'll start removing each of your senses starting with your sense of hearing," she threatened in his ear, a sincere smile planted on her face while she slowly moved her blade across the body parts as she mentioned them.

When the werewolf didn't respond, she narrowed her eyes and demanded as sweetly as possible, "Did I make myself clear?"

Enrique looked up at her impressively, "I also knew you were the strong one. But y'know, I'm just not in the mood for storytelling –"

He didn't get to finish before Monica rolled her eyes and tipped the chair over, sending her father on his back. Bending down as she pushed the blade against his throat, she whispered in his ear in Spanish, "You start talking or I'll cut off your balls and make you choke on them. Understand?"

She righted the chair when she saw him nodded slowly in agreement, eyes narrowed in deepest hatred for his daughter.

Keeping his loathsome eyes on his daughter, he said with contempt dripping in his voice, "About three months ago when we last saw each other I came across something – something that shared my cravings for power and violence. Something that, like me, was made out of pure evil. Something that escaped and now wanted to cause chaos," he laughed evilly as his eyes shifted over to black orbs.

"A demon?" Elizabeth gasped.

"Well, that's a first," Monica said nonchalantly as she shrugged her shoulders, clearly not surprised.

Everyone became more on guard as they didn't expect to be dealing with a demon. The only ones that seemed nonchalant about it even though they are a little more wary were Monica and Bobby.

"Well, you don't see that every day," Dean said, after getting over the original shock of this revelation and excitedly as he poked Sam in the ribs.

His smiled quickly faded when he saw that Sam didn't find the little situation amusing at all.

"So what happened next?" Monica asked her possessed-werewolf father.

Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "I made a deal." And as if to prove his point while he chuckled demonically, he tried breaking free from his binds.

His attempt at breaking free soon ended when he tried harder and harder to break binds that normal demons could easily break. Looking maliciously at his middle child, he noticed her very own snide smile and eyes having that same malicious look as she pointed to the ceiling with her eyes.

Looking straight up at the ceiling, he saw something that made him angry. Very, very angry. He didn't know what it was – some kind of ritual sign, maybe? – but whatever it was, he knew it was the sole purpose that was keeping him strapped to his chair and suppressing his newly demonic powers.

"It's called a Devil's Trap," Monica informed, liking to see him squirm in full-on pissed off mode, "It's there to keep demonic entities like the one you're carrying, trapped. Now, how about you tell us how you made the deal? What kind of deal is it? What's in it for you? And who's the demon you made the deal with?"

"I ain't telling you shit," he spat out defiantly.

"Please Daddy?" Elizabeth cut in before Monica did anything she might regret.

The lines around the father's eyes softened at the pleading tone in his oldest daughter's voice, and with some quick thinking, he decided – for Elizabeth – to tell all.

Keeping his eyes solely on his oldest, he replied softly in a quivering tone, suddenly afraid, "Lilith. Her name's Lilith. She told me she was recruiting soldiers for her private little war against one Samuel Winchester. She was not only gathering fellow demons but anything and everything supernatural. Any creature known to the supernatural world is now under her reign of power. Some went willingly, but those who defy her are forced to join, hence being possessed, but yet not truly possessed."

"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked quickly when she noticed Monica opening her mouth to continue questioning.

"The demon inside me is not truly taking over my body to the point that I'll lose control, but it is there only to keep me in line…and to allow me to use its demonic powers. Only at times when I try to rebel against it, it possesses me for a moment and punishes me. I would wake up with lacerations and bruises on my body without knowing how it got there in the first place."

"So why aren't you with your little friends?" Monica pressed before her sister had a chance to cut her off again.

Enrique didn't seem to notice who was questioning him anymore as he felt he finally found some help with his 'little' problem, "I was on my way to where Lilith's army was stationed, but then I guess my demonic self sensed you three were tracking me and I had to get you three off my trail."

"So that's why you gave us one hell of a cat-and-mouse chase?" piped up Jennifer who had been silently observing her older sisters interrogate their father.

"Elizabeth!" Enrique burst out, wild eyes urgently seeking out his daughter as he ignored his youngest while making everybody else jump.

Once his eyes sought her, he suddenly pleaded hoarsely, "Please sweetie, you have to get out of here! Please! They'll be coming for you!"

"Who? Why?" Elizabeth asked urgently as she bends down so she and her father can see each other face to face.

"Lizzie, listen honey, Lilith wants you…you and your sisters. I don't know what for, but it must be bad. Please just leave me here and go far away from here as you can…before it's too late," Enrique beseeched, close to panic.

Elizabeth's heart swelled for love and concern for her father as she searched his face for any indication that he might be lying. Her father meant the whole world to her and she'd trust him without question or doubt, but spending these few years in the world of hunting her father, trusting him now would only become fatal to everyone.

Opening her mouth to respond to her father, she abruptly felt a strong grip on her shoulder and be forcefully pulled away from Enrique.

"We need to talk," Monica commanded as she led both her sisters away from the werewolf's line of hearing.

Seeing Monica in a deep discussion with her sisters, Dean decided to take matters into his own hands and conduct an interrogation of his own.

Stepping up to the werewolf, he fired none too kindly, "Where's Lilith?"

Enrique flinched at the sharp tone of someone who clearly didn't look like he wanted to piss off.

Looking at the young man before him as he found the source, his eyes shifted into black once more as he smiled venomously, "Dean Winchester, what a pleasure."

Never losing his stride even though he was expecting to be talking to the werewolf and not his demonic half, Dean smiled back just as venomously, "You tell me where Lilith is or I swear I'll send you back to hell and dispose of your meat suit."

"Don't hurt yourself, Dean, or you just might pull something," the demon taunted, "Besides, you won't be sending me down there before your time is up. And as for this meat suit, the sister's will be damned if you do anything to hurt this baby."

"Where is Lilith?" He demanded again.

"Oh poor pitiful Dean Winchester, never one to be satisfied until you get what you want, is that right? If you were smart, you'd already know the answer to your question."

Before Dean could make a snarky comeback, the demon yielded, "Alright, I'll tell you."

"But not before I get my chance to torture you myself when I see you writher and scream in hell," the demon laughed.

Dean looked ready to throw a right hook, drown the sucker in holy water, and maybe have Sam to send his sorry ass back to whatever demonic hell-hole he crawled out of. But when Sam saw his brother's urge to do something impulsive and reckless, he placed a hand on his brother's shouldered and warned, "Dean –"

"Yes Dean! Listen to your brother. It seems like it's been such an extremely long time since you listened to Sammy here," the demon jumped in.

"You utter another word out of your shitty mouth, and I'll start throwing you some of this," Dean threatened as he showed the possessed werewolf his flask of holy water that he keeps in his jacket pocket for emergencies.

Taking Dean by the arm and leading him away from the demonically-possessed-werewolf like what Monica did earlier, Sam implored, "Dean, what if we're wrong about this? What if Enrique doesn't really know Lilith's whereabouts?"

"C'mon Sam, demons lie. You know that –"

"Dean, Sam has a point," Bobby put in, "I don't think the demon had control over the werewolf when it told Elizabeth everything. For all we know, it might be telling the truth – ah shit."

Looking around to see what had caught Bobby's eye, Dean turned around just in time to see Elizabeth swinging a punch at her sister. Heart in his throat, he rushed over alongside his brother and Bobby.

"Please don't tell me you believed a single word that came out of his mouth," Monica said, shaking her head at her sister in disbelief.

"Monica, there is absolutely no reason why I shouldn't. If Lilith is on her way here, then we have to go ASAP," Elizabeth implored.

"Demons lie, Lizzie, but if you want to go, then fine. We'll all go, but we can't leave the werewolf here by itself."

"Can I say something?" piped up Jennifer.

She continued when she saw her two older sisters stop bickering, "Elizabeth, Monica, what if we're wrong about all of this? I mean we don't know if something disastrous will come out of it."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Monica asked exasperatedly.

"Remember the time we were up against our first wendigo? We shot it with silver bullets before we found that fire did the trick."

"How was I supposed to know –" Elizabeth started defending herself.

"And remember what happened with Mom? We drove a stake through her heart before we found out the only way to kill her was decapitating her. And let's not forget our very first demon –"

"Yeah, I remember it was you who accidently sent it to another dimension –" Monica began.

Jennifer gave her a look and said frustratingly, "That's not what I mean. Look, we've been at this game for how long? Almost four years right? Our supernatural knowledge is next to zilch meaning we are the most highly pathetic hunters ever. We've made way too many mistakes and it baffles me even now how we managed to save all those people. We cannot afford another mistake, especially if it's with Dad."

"Which is why I've suggested that we better take care of him before we leave, 'cause I sure as hell do not want him to be left alone."

Nodding her head, Elizabeth acquiescent, "I agree with you. We should take him with us. We can protect him better and –"

"Whoa wait a minute," Monica said holding out her hand, "I wasn't talking about taking him with us and protecting him. I was more thinking in the line of terminating him right here, right now. If we do that, Lilith won't have any use of him. You'll not only hurt him but you'll hurt us if you let him live."

Shaking her head, Elizabeth said adamantly, "I can't – and you won't make me."

"Didn't we just have this discussion before? I thought you and I saw eye to eye in what to do about him –"

"Yeah but that was before we found out about him making deals with demons and him carrying one right now. This changes everything, don't you know that? Now we have to protect him from Lilith and her goons –"

"Damn it Lizzie! This does not change everything – not even the fact of what he is and what he's done. We send his demonic sonofabitch self back to Hell, and we'll send his sorry ass down with it," Monica said venomously as she turned her back on her sister to head back to the werewolf.

"The hell you will," Elizabeth threatened as she gripped her sister's arm and swung her around as she threw a punch.

Monica quickly side-stepped it as she grabbed the arm and twisted it around her sister's back. She then pinned her sister to the wall and whipped out her gun and pointed it at Elizabeth's head to keep her from squirming.

She didn't have to guess whose gun was pointed at her when she heard the unmistakable sound of a gun cocked. Risking a glance, Monica's guess was accurately correct as she saw her youngest sister pointing a gun at her.

Another sound of a gun cocked made her take her eyes off of the determined look in Jennifer's eyes and instead settled them in the cold, rigid hardened face of Dean Winchester as he pointed his own weapon on Jennifer's head. Her heart swelled in pride as she felt herself liking him more and more as she watched him when he warned "Don't even think about it."

It looked almost too ironic or too cliché for Sam and Bobby to see Dean pointing his weapon at Jennifer, Jennifer pointing her weapon at Monica, and Monica pointing her weapon at Elizabeth as she kept her sister's arm twisted, effectively keeping her pinned to the wall.

Jennifer thought for a moment as she weighed her choices between surrendering to Dean and being loyal to Elizabeth. Throughout Elizabeth's and Monica's interrogation of their father, she felt a tinge of jealously as she observed her oldest sister's affection towards their father. She wished she could have had that with Enrique, but she knew, just like everyone else, that Lizzie was his daughter – no one else. Just like she was her mother's daughter and no one else, which is why some part of her understood the resentment Monica had felt with their parents.

But still, no matter how pissed off you were with your family, they will always be your family, and family looks out for each other, right? That's why she preferred to stand by Elizabeth rather than Monica: family means loyalty among other things, and if that means going to great lengths to save their father, then so be it. Monica just didn't get it.

But as the seconds ticked by with Jennifer still weighing her options, she finally realized that Monica was going to get her way after all. If it was just her and Elizabeth, they would have easily restrained her just like the last time. But throw Dean and Sam into the mix, and they're screwed.

Huffing out a sigh in defeat, Jennifer finally lowered her weapon as she glared at her sister.

After Dean reassured himself that Jennifer was no longer a threat, he too lowered his weapon.

Monica, seeing both Jennifer and Dean lowering their weapons, lowered hers and stepped away from her sister. After making sure Elizabeth wouldn't try that again, Monica asked, "Now are we going to do this my way?"

"That depends if you have anything good in that mind of yours," Elizabeth huffed sarcastically, rotating her shoulder to get rid of the stiffness.

"Ah Lizzie, I thought you'd never asked," Monica said just as sarcastically, "We're going to exorcise it."

"Bobby –?" Monica asked, turning to their old friend.

"Wait a minute," Elizabeth cut in, and turning to Bobby accusingly she asked, "I thought we were trying to find out what kind of werewolf we were dealing with. You never said anything about exorcisms."

Bobby looked her in the eye and gruffly replied, "Monica had suspected that the damn wolf might be possessed so she asked me to find an exorcism rite for this particular occasion since we're obviously not dealing with a normal human being."

Elizabeth looked like she was slapped in the face as she stood with her mouth opening and closing as she fought hard to come up with a remark to that.

With that being said, Bobby turned away from Elizabeth's gaze and started the exorcism.

The grueling minutes passed by with the wretched harsh cries of pain coming from the wolf as the demon inside tried everything within its power to keep itself from being forcefully expelled out.

Each cry the wolf ushered out of his mouth was greatly felt by his daughter. Elizabeth felt each of her father's cry like if it was her own, and Monica did her best to keep a firm strong hold on her sister to keep her from going to their father.

After the successful exorcism and after making sure Enrique was completely free from the demonic entity, Monica softly ordered, "Sam, Bobby, get them out of here."

"What –?" Jennifer asked in disbelief, turning hurt eyes to Monica as she started feeling betrayed.

"No –!" Elizabeth protested, wanting desperately to try to stop her sister from doing what she knew she was going to do, but was prevented by a strong arm half-carrying and half leading her out of the basement.

The girls continued struggling, protesting and bitching way after they were escorted out of the basement, accompanied by the men's grunts and groans as the girls' fists, nails, and boots connected with something soft.

Monica led out a small sigh of relief once she didn't hear her sisters' struggles knowing that they were being taken farther into the house.

"Are you ready for this?" Dean asked concernedly.

Monica offered him a weak smile, "Ask me that when this is over."

Monica couldn't help herself feeling apprehension as she neared her father, but drew comfort in knowing that Dean has her back.

After the exorcism worked and the demon was gone, Enrique engaged himself as he looked on in amusement as his middle child bossing her two other sisters around like a damn drill sergeant. Looking behind her at Dean, he instantly knew just by looking at him that he would no doubt protect her with his life.

As Monica took out her favorite Desert Eagle loaded with silver bullets, her face completely void of any kind of emotion, Enrique couldn't help himself as he laughed mockingly.

She let him laugh a couple of more minutes before asking curiously, "Now what's so funny?"

Enrique composed himself enough to look her in the eye, and smiling snidely, he stated confidently seething, "My daughter doesn't have the guts to kill me."

Bending down slightly so that she and her father can see eye to eye, she smiled just as snidely, "True. Your daughter doesn't. But I'm not your daughter, now am I?"

Enrique's eyes grew wide in fear at his daughter's insinuation, but before he could utter any type of protest, he heard the shot ring out and felt the piercing pain wrecked his body. The unbelievable agony the seeping wound provided was short lived as he slumped forward, dead.

TBC...