Chapter 3:

I took a deep breath and then my mom pushed my bedroom door open. She was wearing her motherly face.

"What happened with Millie?"

"Nothing. We just had a minor disagreement," I told her flatly. She raised a brow and I squirmed under her scrutinizing stare.

"Ben, you know you can tell me anything."

"Yeah, of course, Mom."

"Were you and Millie dating? Was that your first fight?" I gaped at her for a moment, the question so unexpected that I began to laugh.

"What? No, no. Millie and I were definitely not dating, we're just friends." She kept up the motherly look but nodded.

"Okay then and you don't need to tell me about the argument?"

"No, it's nothing really." She nodded again and began to turn towards the door and a question surged to my lips. "Wait, Mom, do you know anyone named Dean Winchester?" She appeared surprised from the sudden question but answered.

"No, I don't think so, but the name sounds really familiar."

"It does, doesn't it?" She thought the same think I had.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason, it's nothing." She seemed slightly amused by my off behavior but left without another word. I sighed and went back to my bed. I stared at the book on my desk. Next to it was drawing Millie had made for me that morning. He looked so familiar. I stepped over and straightened a few of the photographs on the top. There was one of me on my eighth birthday, and then another of my mom with her cast on. We'd been in an accident almost two years ago and . . .

"Oh my god!" That guy we'd crashed into, it was him. He'd been kind of weird when he came into mom's hospital room and apologized. He even told me to take care of my mom. I looked closer at the drawing and it was definitely him, apparently there wasn't much variety in his wardrobe. He was wearing a flannel shirt then, too.

Millie had been right. I did know this guy and he knew us. He dated my mom. Hell, he even lived with us. But if Millie was right about this then . . . I looked back at the sketchbook tossed on my desk. Millie was probably right about that picture, too. I opened it up and flipped near the end and stared at the drawing. I shook my head and sucked in a ragged breath.

"No, this can't come true." I winced at the piercing scream that rang through the house, the voice so familiar. "Mom," I mumbled as I ran out of my bedroom. "Mom," I shouted. "Mom!" I got to the top of the stairs just in time to see a body fly through the air. My breathing was speeding, panic beginning to set in.

"Ben," a shout finally answered back and I ran to the living room where the sound had come from. I stopped in my tracks when I saw a man holding my mom in the middle of the room. There was red splattered on the walls and Mom was crying but she didn't look hurt. The blood must have been Jeff's.

"Mom," I whispered, not sure what to do. The man smiled at me, his eyes black.

"Ben, stay back. Please, don't hurt him. Please!" The man laughed.

"Ben," he said my name slowly and I wanted to scream at him but all I could manage was low plead.

"Let go of my mom."

"You want me to let her go? Oh, well, sorry to say kid but that's not going to happen."

"What do you want?"

"What I want," his voice became harsher, "Is for you to shut the hell up kid!" He looked at my mom and sneered. "I don't even really need you." I looked away but heard the sickening crack and low thud as her body hit the floor.

"Mom! No, Mom!" He laughed and stepped towards me. "Stay away from me," I moved back, tears starting to blur my vision. He smiled at how shaky my voice was.

"What are you going to do? You can't hurt me."

"But I can." The sudden voice scared me and I turned quickly to the source. There was a boy at the other end of the room, standing where, a second ago, no one had been. He was older and I gasped as I realized it was the same boy from the drawing. The man looked at the boy and seemed almost afraid. The boy raised his hand like he was pulling something up and I saw the man stiffen. I slid against the wall until I was far in the corner. Thick, black smoke began to pour from the man's mouth and flew out through the fire place.

"Kid, come over here!" I ran over behind the couch where the boy called me. "Stay here until i say it's okay to come out." I nodded, not sure what else I could do. The boy stood when another voice spoke up.

"You. Why are you here? You have nothing to do with this." He actually seemed to be scared of the boy.

"I don't like demons."

"All I want is the kid?"

"Not while I'm here." I peeked over the back of the couch to see the same thing that happened to the first demon happen to this one, too.

"Kid, you're safe." I stood and glared at him.

"Stop calling me kid! What are you?" He stepped towards me and I back up. "Stay away."

"I'm not going to hurt you." He raised his hand in an I-don't-have-a-weapon motion. "What's your name?"

"Ben."

"Okay then, Ben, I'm Jesse. Do you know why those demons were after you?" I shook my head and my face felt hot as I the reality of the situation began to sink in.

"My mom, she's dead." I tried to move past him to get to my mom's body but Jesse blocked my way.

"No, kid- uh, I mean, Ben. You don't want to see that, trust me." I pushed away from him so my back was against the wall. I refused to look at him. "Do you have anywhere you can go? Where you'd be safe?" I began to shake my head but then something came to me and I nodded slowly.

"Yeah. I need to get to Dean Winchester." Jesse looked at me, suddenly intrigued.

"Dean Winchester?"

"Do you know him?"

"I did." Jesse shook his head. "This isn't going to end well," he murmured quietly he was probably just talking to himself.

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