Sam struggled with the ties behind his back, his muscles strained as he pulled the ropes taught.
"Damn that girl knows how to make a knot," Sam mumbled behind the gag. He wriggled around in the dark, thrashing his legs and his arms, but no matter what he did the ties didn't loosen. He swore under his breath and tried to reach for the pocket knife in his jacket pocket. His fingers brushed the handle, but he couldn't stretch any farther. He swore again, the gag muffling it. He squinted his eyes against the dark to see if he could find any sharp object to cut the rope. It was useless there wasn't even a small window in the shed and it was dark outside anyway. He sighed, then started feeling behind him for anything that could cut the ties. He scooted around on the dusty floor, feeling around as best as he could in the immense darkness. Finally his hands grabbed a hold of something, he yanked it and a pole came crashing down on his head. He grumbled and swore again. But he held on to the end of it, he felt around on the metal for a second and realized it was a gardening hoe. Sam rolled his eyes, but righted the pole again and started to cut the ropes on the sharp metal.
Once free, he pulled the gag out of his mouth and untied his feet. He hopped to his feet and started searching for the light. It took him a few minutes to find it. He flipped it on and stood, eyes adjusting to the light, staring at all the hunting equipment in from of him. He had a whole arsenal all to himself. Thinking quickly he grabbed a bag of rock salt, a whole jug of holy water and looked for a piece of chalk, or something to draw with. When he didn't find anything, he started digging through the shelves. The only thing he found was a silver permanent marker, shrugging he stuffed it into his back pocket.
He quietly snuck out of the shed, the bag of salt under one arm and the water under the other. He ran across the damp yard and set the water next to the backdoor and ripped open the bag of rock salt. Then he went around the house pouring salt against the windows and doors, this demon wasn't going anywhere.
When he got back around he went back over to the shed to find a ladder, he found a foldable one resting against the wall of the shed. He quickly dragged it back to the house and unfolded it so it met the roof.
One last precaution, he thought to himself as he climbed the ladder. He froze halfway up when he heard the scream. Taylor! His head screamed at him, he hurried up the rest of the ladder he would have to work fast.
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Taylor and Dean were thrown against the kitchen wall held up by an invisible force. Taylor struggled against the force, trying to thrash her limbs around, but after a minute she gave up panting. She heard Dean grunt with effort of trying to break away from the force.
"What do you want bitch?" Taylor growled menacingly.
"Now, Taylor is that anyway to talk to an old friend?" Kelly replied frowning.
"You're not Kelly."
Kelly's body clapped, "Good job Taylor do you want a cookie."
"Go to hell!" Taylor screamed, struggling against the force again.
"Oh, honey, I've already been there and back," Kelly's face smiled fiercely.
Taylor looked at the face of her friend sadly knowing that somewhere in that body her friend was trapped.
"If it's me you want, why don't you just let her go?" Taylor hung her head, a sign of defeat.
Kelly's hands ran up and down her body, "Oh, I'm not done with her yet, I like this body."
"Just let her go you freak!"
"Ouch, Taylor now that really hurt," she paused moving closer, "but I'm not done with you yet."
Dean just watched Taylor's struggle to stay calm as she watched the body of her friend move and talk and know that somewhere trapped in that body a girl was being tortured. He struggled again against the hold against his body, but it was futile.
Something broke through then on Kelly's face, a panic, and her body seemed to slouch and fal1.
"Kelly!"
Pleading green eyes looked up at Taylor, not that same evil that had been there before. "Taylor, help me," a quiet voice whispered, "I can't hold on much longer."
Then the evil face was back and her body was standing straight.
"She got away on me for a second there, she has a strong spirit," Kelly smiled viciously.
"You let her go or I swear to God!" Taylor yelled.
"Oh, Taylor, honey," a crooked smile played across her face, "don't you realize that God has nothing to do with this."
Taylor growled and struggled against the hold, which now crushed the breath out of her. Kelly turned and paced the kitchen.
"The more you struggle the more I'm going to hold you down."
Kelly turned back to them eyes serious now. "I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet."
"Figured out what?" Taylor pried.
"You mean to say that you don't remember me?" Kelly put a hand to her heart and looked astonished.
Taylor studied her confused.
"You really don't," Kelly put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "I thought you of all people would remember me. I mean as soon as we met you hated me, with a passion might I add."
Taylor hung there for a second, then it dawned on her, the way she talked and walked around did remind her of someone.
"Ria?"
Kelly nodded at their shocked expressions and applauded again. "Really we should give this girl a cookie."
Taylor's eyes darkened with anger and she glowered at Ria.
"What-are-you-doing-in-my-friends-body?" she asked very slowly.
"Hold your horses I'm getting to that part," Kelly said pacing the kitchen again.
Taylor looked over at Dean who was watching Ria with an angry intensity.
"You know, I still can't believe you idiots didn't figure it out when I, coincidentally followed you into the room and got locked in there with you the whole night. And the whole night none of you figured out that I was a demon," she paused in her pacing, "either I'm that good, or you Winchesters really aren't all you're cracked up to be."
"You tried to freakin' kill us!" Taylor screamed.
"Unh uh, Taylor," Ria held up a finger, and as she did the force crushed against Taylor again, causing her to choke on her breath. Dean struggled against his own in his willingness to get to his sister. "You have to wait your turn."
"I'm sorry about the whole threatening your life thing, I was really just playing a part," Ria explained.
"Yeah, well, you're not that good of an actress."
Again the force crushed against Taylor's chest, making her breath wheeze in and out, she started to cough.
"Stop it!" Dean yelled, struggling.
"Now, if you would only let me finish my explanation," Ria whispered darkly, her eyes were dangerous. She turned and let the hold loose on Taylor. Taylor coughed and wheezed for a second. Dean studied his sister with worry, then turned an angry glare back to Ria. Who met that glare with the same force.
"All right, play time is over," she started, looking away from Dean, "I really do have a purpose for being here." She turned and walked to one of the chairs, pulling it up in front of them. "That whole story I pulled back at the Red Hills, wasn't a complete lie." She paused reading their guarded expressions. She sat in the chair backwards and laid her head on top of her arms. "The part about me being there because of your dad was true, not the part about your daddy killing my daddy. But I was curious when I found out that John Winchester was somehow contacting his kids even from his very, shallow grave." She smiled at them. "Because a long time ago, before you were even born Taylor, your dad made a deal with me. The deal was simple I tell him where the yellow-eyed demon was, he give me the colt."
Recognition flashed in Dean's eyes.
"Oh, so you know of it, I'd thought so. Because I promised him that if he tried to pull anything, anything at all then I would hurt a member of his precious family." She smiled evilly again. She moved from the chair to pace again. "Well at first I actually thought that a Winchester had gone through with a deal. But after a few years I realized the gun wasn't real."
"So where do we come into all of this?" Dean asked.
"Oh Dean it's not you, this one is all about Taylor, because shortly after I found out the gun wasn't real I found out about Amy Rosenhaul."
Taylor gasped.
"That's right Taylor, and I figured a change of pace was nice, so I gave your mother a slow, deadly cancer, that would inevitably end up in her death and cause your father lots of pain. Because I saw how much he loved her, even after Mary."
"How do you know-!"
"Dean I know everything there is to know about your family, I mean who doesn't down there." She pointed towards the floor. She laughed maliciously.
"You killed my mother," Taylor said. Her eyes were dark and dangerous and her hair hung around her face, guarding her expression.
"Yeah, and all because of some stupid thing your father did," she paused smiling deviously up at Taylor, who had started to shed angry tears. "Now, when I heard that your father was contacting you, I figured it had something to do with the location of the colt. And all I get is some bullshit on how much he's sorry about keeping secrets. Waste of my freakin' time!" She yelled the last sentence. "Now", she whirled around eyes black as night. "Where the hell is the colt?"
Taylor shook her head pleading, "I don't know-."
The eyes flickered, "Wrong answer."
Taylor screamed in pain and blood began to pour from her mouth and nose. She choked and coughed, struggling to breath.
Dean cried out and used all his strength against the hold, but yet it still held.
Taylor hung limp now against her hold, blood soaking her shirt and dripping from her face, her breathing was shallow and labored.
"Now, let me ask that again," Ria started.
"We don't know where the gun is. The damn demon that killed my father took it." His voice was hoarse, with tears and worry, his gaze never moved off of Taylor's lifeless body.
"You mean the yellow-eyed demon?"
"Yeah that bastard."
"If that's true give me a reason why I shouldn't just kill your sister right now?" Ria took a step closer.
A shout erupted from the back door; their attention was distracted as Sam charged through the back door. The jug of holy water was uncapped and he threw it towards Ria.
She let out a high pitched scream and her body steamed and blistered.
"Dean, quick," Sam yelled, as Dean and Taylor were freed from the hold, "get Dad's journal!"
Sam saw him disappear into the living room, then looked at Taylor slumped against the wall, bloody and barely breathing.
Ria's screamed stopped and she looked up towards the ceiling and smiled, then looked back at Sam.
That's the thing about drawing the devil's trap on the roof Sammy, there's always a crack you're gonna miss."
She grinned crookedly as Sam knelt on the floor next to his sister.
"I really don't want to miss anymore fun, but I think I've exceeded my welcome here. Catch ya later, Sammy." With that the demon left Kelly's body, the black demon pooled up on the ceiling into a thick black smoke. When all of it was out of Kelly's now limp body lying on the floor, it exited through one of the kitchen windows. Leaving behind it chaos and pain.
