The four weeks I spent with Sam and Dean passed quickly. I began to discover how powerful I really was.
During a demon fight we were outnumbered and I was trapped by two demons. As they both bought down their blades at either side of me I willed myself away and they had struck each other instead. I'd reappeared at the other side of the room and seen Dean and Sam beginning to struggle against the half a dozen demons they were up against. I'd already tried willing the demons away but according to Castiel it didn't work like that., so it hadn't worked but I'd felt I had to at least try.
I knew how useful I would be if I knew Latin and could do an exorcism on all of them at once. The next minute I was chanting something in Latin. I still have no idea what I was saying, just that the words felt old and extremely powerful as they flowed from my lips.
The demons realised what I was doing and they all began to charge at me. I fought my instincts to get myself out of there. There was no way I could live with myself if I Sam and Dean.
I was surrounded when Dean called out "Get away from her you sons of bitches" He and Sam launched into a full scale attack on the demons buying me just enough time to finished my chant.
Black smoke shot out of the bodies the demons were possessing and filled the room before it vanished.
"I stood there shaking and smiling at the same time, both relived and pleased with what I'd just pulled off and the fact that I was still alive.
"Are you ok?" Sam was the first to reach me
"Awesome!" I grinned before my legs gave way and Sam caught me and helped to sit down
"Not bad work there witch" Dean grinned at me "When did you learn Latin
"I never did, I have no clue what I was just chanting"
Suddenly it seemed like the funniest thing in the world and the three of us began to laugh.
That's the last time I remember the three of us laughing together like that. I didn't know at the time that things were about to get really bad.
Me, Sam, Dean and Castiel were working a case. At first it had looked like Cupid had gone crazy and started killing people. Only it was worse than that. It was the horseman famine making everyone hungry for whatever it was they had been craving, love, sex, food, money. Everyone in town was been infected one by one. People were eating each other, stuffing themselves with food until the literally burst, raiding and grabbing everything left unattended. It was total chaos.
The final showdown came when Castiel was meant to grab Famines ring but it didn't exactly go to plan. He'd been infected with his vessels craving for red meat and was distracted by a raw steak on his way to get the ring from famine. We'd had to leave Sam chained up in the motel bathroom because he'd been infected and was hungering for demon blood so it was just me and Dean.
It was looking bleak and famine had just told Dean he was soulless.
"Shut up" I spat unable to come up with anything more substantial to say.
"Bring her to me" Famine beckoned
"Get away from them" a voice came from behind me and I turned to find Sam standing there. Trace of his last 'meal' still showed on his face.
It's all a blur after that. I fell to the floor crying. I was aware of Sam destroying famine and I knew he could easily have turned against us and even after giving into the demon blood he was still fighting to help Dean and me. Knowing all that still didn't make any of it any better and it wasn't until Sam was secured in Bobby's basement that I finally started to snap out of my shocked state.
Castiel was telling Dean that his brother would be ok after a detox but Dean wasn't buying it and excused himself to get some air.
"Can I go in to see him?" I asked Castiel.
"I don't know" he hesitated by the door.
"Oh come on Castiel" I pleaded "He's locked down and surrounded by a ring of salt, he's not exactly going anywhere and I think I might be able to help"
He considered my request for a moment "Ok…" he began
I fell to my knees in pain.
"What is it?" he knelt down beside me, tilting his head and staring at me with an overly concerned look on his face "Caitlyn are you ok?"
"No" I gasped between breathes "It's pulling at me"
"What's pulling at you?"
"I don't know" I cried frantically trying to grab onto his arm to keep myself there "I don't want to…" but it was too late and I found myself back in my room at my foster parents house.
I landed with a thud on the floor and I heard footsteps running up the stairs to investigate. I knew I had to get out of there before they got up to my room. At worst it was demons, at best it was my foster parents and I'd never be able to explain my disappearance to them.