Nineteen

As I stared at the scarlet liquid in the jar sitting on my lap, I wondered once again whether I was doing the right thing. Thomas had been so excited to show me what he had acquired, his eyes were bright and he couldn't stop grinning. I was so shocked I didn't know what to say. When he asked me to come in the car with him, I went along silently. A million questions were running through my head. I could hear Thomas talking somewhere in the background but I couldn't concentrate. Where had he gotten the blood? How had he gotten it? Who had he killed? Why was he showing it to me? It was times like these that I wished I could shut my brain off. I couldn't take my eyes off the blood, it was so dark, I wondered if that was because it had been sitting in the jar or if it was because of it's origins. Was demon blood darker than normal blood?
"You alright Rayne?" Thomas asked touching my thigh, I jumped and shifted sideways slightly.
"Yeah, sorry, just thinking." I shook myself slightly.
"What about darlin'?" he looked sideways at me, I flinched slightly when he called me darling, the only person who had ever called me that was Bobby.
"Darlin'?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry, I can call you somethin else? Sweetheart, sweetie, sweet-pea, honey?" he laughed, "force a habit I'm afraid, in the south we tend to call all beautiful girls darlin." I snorted loudly and raised my eyebrow again.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm not exactly what you would call beautiful, believe me, I've lived with this face for twenty five years. Whenever Dylan and I go out, hunting or otherwise, she always gets hit on. Which is fine, it means she gets all the information but I never get a second glance. You don't have to say I'm beautiful just because you think it's what I want to hear." Thomas tutted and shook his head, he put his hand on my knee.
"Rayne believe me when I say this, I have met many women in my travels but you are one a the most beautiful. I mean Dylan is pretty sure, no one's denyin that, but there's a huge difference between pretty and beautiful." he moved his hand up slightly, caressing my thigh gently. I squirmed awkwardly in my seat, I wasn't sure what to do.

"Is there any reason Dean ain't your boyfriend?" Thomas asked quietly.

"Huh?".

"Like do you have another guy in your life?"

"No, no other guy." I wondered where he was going with this. Thomas must have seen the look on my face because he took his hand away.

"I'm sorry Rayne, you don't really know me but I feel like I know you, my daddy told me so much about you, I feel connected to you, I have feelings I shouldn't have so soon. I am sorry, just tell me if I'm bein' too forward k darlin'" he sighed before pulling over, "Ok we're here." he smiled and turned off the ignition. I looked out the window and saw nothing but an expanse of forest. I turned to Thomas to ask why here but he was already out of the car. I jumped out quickly and followed as Thomas headed down an old path partially overgrown, I was glad I had worn my steel capped boots instead of my converse, the amount of rocks and sharp sticks would have made mincemeat out of them. We walked for what felt like an eternity, with me stumbling behind Thomas, having to grab him occasionally so as not to fall on my face. Eventually we came to a small clearing and smack bang in the middle was a surprisingly neat and tidy cabin, Thomas rifled through his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, we stood at the door for a few moments as he tried about ten different identical keys and swore under his breath as each one failed to unlock the door. At last he found the right key and we entered the cabin, it was small but well lit with modern furniture and a faint smell of roses. I was once again surprised, for something owned by a hunter this was well organised and spotless, this was not something hunters were well known for, even me with my obsessive compulsive tendencies wasn't exactly what you would call neat as a pin. I looked around for the usual hunters decorations, devils traps, enochian sigils, anything like that but I couldn't see anything, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, what kind of hunter doesn't protect the inside of a dwelling.

"Have a seat," Thomas moved his hand towards the comfy looking couch, "just have to grab a few things and we can get started." he called as he ducked into one of the rooms. I felt on edge, something just didn't feel right. It wasn't long before Thomas came back out and sat down on the couch to me. He was holding the demon blood, a champagne glass and a knife that looked identical to the knife I had given back to Dean that morning, the one that could kill demons. Seeing the blood I was shaken up even more, I thought I had left that on the seat of Thomas' pick up, but here it was. Thomas pulled some chalk out of his pocket and drew a devils trap on the floor in front of the couch, he began to chant and right in the centre popped a hugely pissed demon in an old Asian man.

"What the fuck you motherfuckers?!" he screamed his eyes turning black.

"Ok no need for profanity," Thomas said cheekily, "you're stuck there so try and be nice or I will stick you with this." he held up the knife and waved it slightly. The demon growled but said nothing. Thomas turned to me and handed me the glass, I held it and he opened the jar, then poured a small amount of blood into the glass. I watched equal arts horrified and fascinated as the deep red fluid swirled around, it seemed to continue to move even when he had finished pouring and the glass was still.

"Ok darlin'," he nodded at the glass, "drink up!"

I placed the glass to my lips and geared myself up, my mind was racing and I was willing to bet I had huge sweat patches under my arms. I lifted the glass slightly but dropped it back immediately, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Thomas placed his hand on my back just under my bra clip and ran his fingers up and down, he moved closer to me and grabbed my thigh with the other hand. I tried to move away but he gripped me tighter. His hand ran up my thigh and he pushed his hand between my legs, I gasped in shock and his hand shot up and pushed the glass backwards, forcing the blood into my mouth. I choked slightly as the metallic, salty blood hit my throat, I dropped the glass and it smashed on the wooden floor. Thomas grabbed my head and forced his mouth onto mine, I felt his tongue swirl around as if he was trying to get a taste of the blood too, I tried to push him away but he held on tight, so tight I began to worry he would bruise me or even break the skin. He pulled away and I realised he had undone my bra, I reached backwards to do it back up but he pushed my hand away.

"Exorcise him," he whispered in my ear, "just think about it, don't use the incantation, just think about it." he kissed my neck and I once again tried to pull away with no luck, Thomas was incredibly strong, stronger than he should have been. I knew I had to do what he asked or he would never let me go. I looked at the still growling demon and imagined the black smoke leaving the mans body, I was concentrating so hard a small trickle of blood ran from my nose, I opened my eyes and sure enough the old man had is mouth open and there was a steady stream of black smoke bellowing from it. I heard Thomas exclaim as the black smoke shot downwards and disappeared, the old mans body dropped to the floor and I instinctively knew he was dead. I exhaled heavily, I felt so weak, Thomas laughed and grabbed my face again, he kissed me roughly, biting my lip, I tasted blood again and this time I knew it was mine. Thomas pulled away laughing.

"You did it, I knew you would, you're so easily lead," he laughed again and his eyes went black, "you were so busy worrying about the crap with Dean and my dear departed daddy that you couldn't see what was right in front of you!"

"You're a demon?" I shrieked, "but if you're a demon how could I not see..."

"My wings?" he asked mockingly, "yes I know all about that, you get that ability from your demon side you know." he chuckled, seeing the look of disbelief on my face.

"You're lying!" I shouted, trying to yank myself from his grip.

"Fraid not darlin', you know how the day you were born your poor ma and pa were attacked by demons, well one of us got in her while she was pushing you out, you bonded with that demon and took a part of it's soul. Said demon also took a part of yours. That's why you have visions, see angel wings, demon wings and that's why the demon blood worked. You're part demon Rayne, you should just accept it." he smirked and ripped me back to him, kissing me again before I could say anything. He grabbed my arm tightly and squeezed as he ripped my shirt over my head, taking my bra with it, I sat there exposed struggling to break free and he sniggered at my attempt. He then pushed me backwards down on the couch and climbed on top of me, he placed his hand over my mouth with one hand and reached down to the fly on my jeans with the other, I bit and kicked with all my strength but he continued, my strength was fading fast and he was stronger by a long shot. He pulled my jeans to my knees and stuck a finger inside me, I yelped and tried to bite his hand. He let go of my mouth and placed that hand on my exposed breast, pinching the nipple so hard I cried out in pain.

"Don't pretend you don't want this darlin', I know you do, bet you've never had sex with a demon before, little FYI we like pain." he sneered biting my shoulder and drawing blood. I was terrified, I had only ever had sex once before and that was when I turned twenty one, it was the first time I ever drank and I honestly didn't remember much about it, I felt completely violated and was trying so hard to fight him off but nothing was working. Suddenly I had an idea, I knew it may not work but I had to try something.

"DYLAN!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Dylan help me please!" Thomas began to laugh and forced his hand over my mouth again as he unzipped his fly, I screamed her name once more through his hand when every window in the cabin smashed at once. Thomas looked up in surprise and let go of my face, I looked up and there was Dylan in her Batman shirt, her wings spread out behind her, they were glowing and almost pulsating. Thomas' eyes grew wide.

"What the hell, where did you come from?" he squeaked.

"GET. THE. FUCK. !" she yelled whipping out a silver blade with pink beads and yellow feathers attached to the end. Thomas quickly zipped up his fly and let me go for a split second, allowing me to knee him in the testicles. He groaned loudly and jumped up.

"I'll get you eventually Rayne, I know where you are at all times, remember that, we all do, we can smell that part of you, you will be mine soon enough!" he shouted before disappearing. After he vanished I scrambled around for my clothes as Sam and Dean burst through the cabin door. Dylan ran over to me and hugged me.

"Rayne oh my god, did he, I mean, oh honey!" she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.

I tried to speak I was shaking so hard I couldn't form words, Dylan helped me put my shirt back on and lifted me into a standing position. I looked at the boys, Sam and Dean both had looks of abject fury on their faces.

"I'm going to see if I can find him around here!" Sam said racing out the door, demon blade in hand.

"I'll come with you, if that's ok with you?" Dylan called to Sam and looked at me. I nodded and she bolted out the door after Sam. I stood for a few moments before I felt my legs come out from under me, Dean strode over and caught me.

"Dean, I'm sorry, I..." I stammered and he kissed my head.

" You have no reason to be sorry, the one who should be sorry is that black eyed son of a bitch!" he growled his face filled with rage, "I'm going to kill that bastard myself!"