Dean could see the parking lot of their motel now. He looked down and shook his head at himself. Maybe he should just get out of everyone's way and let Sam take care of the kid? He obviously was in no shape to do it, he agreed on that.

As he stepped onto the parking lot he looked up at their room. The door was open and Jim was slowly walking towards some woman standing outside. Dean's heart stopped, but his body started running.

"Hey! Jim, back inside!" he shouted.

Jim looked up at him and ran back in the room. The lady just stood there and sighed defeated. She turned around and used an invisible force to throw Dean into the motel building, knocking over some trashcans and loose boards when he landed. Jim heard the noise and peeked outside.

"Dad! No..!"

"I told you, Jim. This is all your fault!" she yelled and tossed Dean around some more in front of the terrified child. When Dean finally hit the ground, he crawled up on all four, spitting blood.

"Back inside! Now! Close the door!" he ordered and Jim quickly obeyed.

"Oh, you shouldn't have done that..!" the demon said in a venomous voice.

She kicked in the air and Dean was thrown up against the building. The lady used both hands to stab him through his shoulders with her invisible knives, pinning him up against the wall.

Dean growled, but then smiled at her with bloody teeth.

"I'm supposed to believe this is funny to you?" she asked.

"Ah baby, I'm all kinds of weird!" he said looking straight at her, like this was the best kink he had gotten in years. The lady looked at him and smiled a little.

"You met my sister earlier..." she said in a calm voice.

"Sister..?"

"Yes. She talks too much," the demon nodded. "Me, I'm all about the pain…"

She took one "knife" out of his shoulder and started stabbing him with short jerks, from his belly and up over his chest, gutting him like a fish. Dean couldn't breathe and felt he was going to pass out from the pain.

"Stop that." Sam voice was calm and demanding. He had snuck up and was standing not two inches behind her. She spun around and stared at him, dropping Dean down to the ground.

"And DON'T...run," Sam added. He moved forward, forcing her to walk backwards, until he finally slammed her into the motel wall. He put his hands on both sides of her head, invading her space, staring her down. He was calm and powerful, taking his good old time with her.
Dean just looked at his brother. Whatta hell? Dean got up, spit out some blood and went to stand behind Sam.

"Now... What's your name?" Sam asked.

The demon looked to the side to think something up.

"Nuh-uhuh..! You don't want me to think you're lying," Sam warned her, shaking his finger close to her face.

"Urd," the demon confessed, staring petrified at him.

Sam looked at her mistrusting and watched her panic.

"I'm Urd!"

"And you have a sister. What's her name?" he calmly asked.

"Verdandi."

"And...your business with Jim?"

The lady-demon hesitated, so Sam corrected a lock of her hair. She was disgusted by his touch.

"There's a prophesy..." she began.

"M-hm..?" Sam invaded her space an inch further. It rattled her.

"He's supposed to clean out Hell, okay!" the demon shouted. Sam smirked and started smelling her hair.

"Is he now..?"

She squeezed her eyes shut and continued.

"When he grows up. He... His powers work different than yours."

Sam grunted a little. He was only "kind of" listening to her. Dean started looking a little queasy.

"And when you say Jim is going to 'clean out Hell', you mean he is going to just…stroll right in there, and..?" Sam hunched down to gaze straight into her eyes.

"And...take...take us out... Look, all I know is…there's supposed to be this blinding light."

"Hey! Are you and your sister the ones who sent that...Night-demon after us?" Dean asked. The lady rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Ughhh... She was just supposed to do recon... Creative bitch..!"

They lost Alice to a foot soldier. Dean clinched his jaws, looked down and shook his head.
Sam quickly glanced over at Dean. They were done here, right? He moved in close, towering over the lady-demon and smirked.

"Now...Urd," Sam whispered. "Am I gonna have to do it, or are you gonna to hold still, like a good little demon?"

She stared at him confused, but then bent her head in obedience. Sam started citing the demon-expelling verse in Latin and she began coughing black smoke. She looked up at him, in pain, but yet surprised. Then she caught on!

With demon-strength she pushed Sam hard in the chest, away from her. He flew 20 feet over the parking lot.

"Sam!" Dean reacted.

"You don't know yet!" she grinned and glowed with her yellow eyes. Sam quickly got on his feet. She "stabbed" both the Winchesters through their chest, hurling them up against the motel wall. They screamed from the pain and dangled a couple of feet off the ground.

"Got any more bright ideas?" Dean asked.

"Nope. That's it!"

Jim had heard their screams and jolted out of their room. He started punching the demon's legs the way Dean had taught him to spar. Dean saw it happen and heard himself yelling:
"Nooo! Jimmy no!"