Now
The black impala slowly came to a stop outside the diner. Sam Winchester turned to his older brother Dean, with a mixture of worry and exasperation on his face
"Dean. We need to talk."
"What! About you and Lucifer destined to be buddies inside you?" Dean stepped out of the car onto the concrete and Sam followed suit. "That he's destined to wear you to the prom? Yeah not right now Sammy. So can we talk about something else? The case maybe?"
"Fine. But this isn't over."
Dean slammed the car door shut, and pushed open the door to the diner.
"You smell that Sam? Pie. Even with the apocalypse, there is still pie. Even Satan can't take away pie."
The cracked burgundy and white tiles were spotless. The diner was empty except staff, and a young woman eating a burger. Her strawberry blonde hair hung in ringlets over her grey laptop. She was typing away furiously, a fry hanging between her teeth. The bottle green turtleneck was ragged at the cuffs, dark jeans worn.
"Hey Sammy. Check her out." She indicated towards the young woman, oblivious to the conversation. She was now having a heated talk on the phone.
"No! I won't do it! There's a what? Fine. I'll look around. No, I'm not doing it for you. My job remember!" she hung up, and threw her phone down on the table, and started glaring daggers at the Samsung. Her dark brown eyes went back to her laptop as she resumed typing furiously.
"Dean. Case. Concentrate"
"I'm just saying Sam. Have a tiny bit of fun before it all goes to hell." Sam shook his head. The waitress brought over a mug of coffee, a beer and a huge slice of pie. Dean looked at the pie as if was the Holy Grail and dug in.
"So there have been recent deaths in Phoenix, a few miles from here. Supposedly all of the deceased have been young women. They were all died different ways, two cardiac arrests, one stabbing."
"Hmn. So" Dean swallowed a mouthful of pie. "Just a crazy psycho killer then? Not exactly our line of work then."
"I don't think so. I talked to Bobby. Lightning storms, all the usual demonic omens. I think there is definitely a demon in town, a pretty powerful one at that. But get this. All of the women didn't know each other. No connections. This demon is either crazy, or is targeting someone, or something."
"Fine." Dean swallowed his final mouthful and stood up. "Best be going then. Get a room, set up base, figure out what is going on. Why did we take this case anyway? There are more demons in the world than there ever was. Why this one?"
"Because I needed the something normal. Normal for us anyway. Nothing too massive that can't be dealt with. Just to take my mind off things. No Lucifer, no Michael, no apocalypse. Just us going after a demon. And also, I'm still getting over the way you and Bobby just… aged. That was messed up, Dean."
"Yeah Sammy, that was just weird, even for us. At least this is our normal."
Sam and Dean started walking towards the door. The woman also stood up as her phone rang. It was blaring out at panic alarm at full blast, like it was before when she was arguing over the phone. Sighing, she rejected the call with a click, and set it on silent. She stared heading towards the door, reaching ever closer to Sam and Dean. She almost went face first into Sam's chest, her usually tall frame dwarfed by Sam's.
"Sorry." She muttered as she walked past, blushing a tiny bit. She must be a bit shy, the Winchesters thought.
"Hey, HEY!" Dean shouted and stated running to catch up to her.
"WHAT!?" she spun around and glared at them. "I am sorry for walking into you, but chasing after women? If that's not creepy, what is classed as it know a days, huh?" Sam and Dean looked at each other with shocked glances.
"Well I'm sorry princess, but we need to know where the nearest motel is."
"I'm going there now. You got a car?"
Dean gestured to the impala parked in one of the bays.
"Not bad." She muttered under her breath. "The name's Sera. What's your names then?" She stuck her hand out to Sam. Sam shook it.
"I'm Sam and that's my brother Dean" Dean did a mock salute. Sera just looked at him with dark scathing eyes.
"Alright there asshat!" She shouted over towards Dean. Dean's eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
Sera's phone went off again, the alarm sound now more annoying by the second.
"Sorry. Gotta get this." She flipped her phone up and answered.
"What! Oh did I hang up on you? Sorry. It's just that I find you and your voice as annoying as fuck. What? YOU DON'T OWN ME. YOU MAY HAVE RAISED ME BUT YOU ARE, AND YOU WILL NEVER BE MY FATHER!" She hung up again.
"Daddy issues huh? Trust me, I can relate." Sam asked.
"Kinda." She fell back into a deep silence. This woman could range from sassy to the quietest person around in the flick of a switch. She started twisting a silver ring around on her middle finger. It was old, and scratched around the edge, the shine took off it.
"Do you have anyone else to go to?"
"No. That's why I take as many jobs as I can. To get away." She looked back at Dean and Sam.
"Follow my car then, I'll show you where this motel is." She was impossibly silent as she cocked her head and looked at the Winchesters through her lashes.
"That one?" Dean asked as he pointed towards the pink eco car. It was plastered in flowers and looked like a four year old had decorated it. "Nice." Dean said, snickering as he did so. Sera saw where he was pointing and visibly shuddered.
"God no. I am officially insulted. You think I would drive that? That's just rude. No. That one's mine." She pointed over on the other side of the car park. There, in the middle, was a battered black van. There were lots of dents in it, some looking like they were from crashes, others looking like someone had took a sledgehammer to it. It was decaying, but Sera smiled at it.
"Follow me."She said as she ran towards the van.
The Winchesters stared walking to the impala. Dean thought to himself:
Wow. Someone is crazy then.
…
"Well then here it is."
"Thanks again shorty." Dean said
"Shut your pie hole, Rapunzel" she responded, almost as if sarcasm was engraved into her DNA.
"Thanks again Sera. Sera huh? Unusual name. Short for anything?"
"Yes. But if I tell you I will have to kill you."
Dean approached Sera. "You know, maybe later, we could you know, hang out, maybe get a few drinks, have some fun, you know. You in?" Sam rolled his eyes in the background.
Anything to get laid.
"What, and be your next one hit wonder? Thanks but no thanks. And I AM going to have fun and drink, just not with you."
"See you around Sera." Sam said.
"I highly doubt that."
…
Throughout the day, the Winchesters were researching the Victims. Well, technically, Sam was. Dean went out for a beer and said he would be back in half an hour. That was 4 hours ago. Sam thought he was most likely getting drunk, or trying to, since his tolerance was so high, and hitting on women.
Sam looked at his laptop and brought up the next victim: Angelina Amentea. First there was Lisa Wilks. Age-26. Birthday-4th June. Hair colour- Brown. Eye colour-Blue. Cause of death-cardiac arrest. Last know whereabouts- The Institute, a club in Phoenix.
Victim 2- Stacy Daal. Age- 24. Birthday- 27th September. Hair colour-Red. Eye colour-Green. Cause of death- Stab wound to the abdomen. Last known whereabouts- a gas station just outside of Phoenix.
Victim 3- Angelina Amentea. Age-30. Birthday- 14th July. Hair colour- Black. Eye colour- Grey. Cause of death- Cardiac arrest. Last known whereabouts- A convenience store.
Sam looked closer at the profiles. All young, all women, all last spotted close to a club, the Institute.
This reminded him of something from revelations. He looked it up and almost chocked. Sam quickly dialled Dean's number.
"Hello?"
"Dean? So get this. All of the women were seen close to a club, the Institute. I'm sending you the address now. But there is something else."
"Go on Sammy, it can't get too weird, me turning super old, super quick."
"I think that demons are teaming up to take out girls."
"Okayyy… this just entered weird. Sammy, when does this ever happen? Alright, we have saw this, but random kills?"
"They are just doing this for fun. Best guess is that they are rouge, not taking orders from anyone. Or…"
"Or what Sammy?"
"This could be something else. I have been checking, and there is a ritual where if you do this certain ritual, you can give Lucifer more power. This could be a factor in the fight match between Michael and Lucifer. This could give Satan the edge. This is how it works: 3 ordinary women must be killed. 2 dead because of demonic induced heart attacks, one stabbed. But then it gets freaky."
"How so?" Dean's voice took on an edge of worry as Sam heard the clink of glasses and bottles in the background.
"The next one has to be different. Not your average. Something with a boat load of power. And it needs to be under a half moon. That's tonight. But this can only be attemped once, and if it fails, it can never be performed again. We can stop this now. We need to go there ASAP."
"Meet you there in 15." Dean hung up. Sam sighed and stretched out. Looking out of the motel room, he gazed out onto the darkness of the night, perforated now and again with room lights.
You're going down Lucifer. I won't say yes. Even if it is the last thing I do.
…
The institute was packed. Cool aquamarines, hot pinks and metallic golds danced all around. The music was pounding, the stench of sweat and stale beer almost suffocating. Everyone was tightly packed, almost interlocked with one another. Dean looked around. Scanning over the crowd, he saw a flash of black, in someone's eyes. Dean did a double take as the demon started whispering to a girl. Dean could barely see her, only her lacy, burgundy dress.
They both exited the club, going into the cool night air. They were well in front of him, but he caught a snippet of their conversation.
"So, I have an apartment a few blocks from down here if you want to have a little fun, if you know what I mean."
"Sure thing darlin'. Lead the way." The man put his arm around the woman, almost snake like and they went off into the cold night air, his dark hair whipping in the wind.
Little did Sam Dean know, they were also being followed. The other demon smiled a cruel smile.
"Winchester's. This shall be fun. Delivering Lucifer's vessel right to him. I shall earn the gratitude of him." He muttered, as he continued to follow Sam and Dean.
…
Dean and Sam slowly followed the couple upstairs, the other demon on their trail. They put their ears against the door, but there was no need. A scream alerted them.
Dean connected his foot to the wooden door. CRASH! The door splintered inwards, spikes of wood going everywhere.
Sam and Dean rushed in. there they were greeted with the most oddest of sights. There was a woman, lacy dress edged in blood. The knife she was holding trembled a tad as she glanced back and forth between Sam and Dean, the steel dripping crimson. She looked between the demon she had in a devils trap, cut with symbols and seriously pissed off, to the boys and their weapons.
"Ah fuck." She muttered. "I haven't got enough money to pay for the repairs. Should have knew you were hunters." Sam and Dean looked back towards each other, shocked. Only then could Dean summon words.
"Sera!?"
…
Sera
I lead the demon into the apartment, skin crawling as he put his tanned arm around me. He took his shirt off, and I felt so sorry for his meat suit. Poor bastard. I hated that demons had to possess some poor sucker to go topside. And now, with the apocalypse on everyone's tails, and you can thank the Winchester's for that little bombshell, there were more than ever. More suckers stuck with a demon shoved up there asses. He sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him. I smiled a cruel smile.
"Oh I'm sorry. No time. You see, I don't particularly want to have sex with you. A demon? That's low, even for me."
He rose but he couldn't move off the bed.
"You… what did you do?"
"Devils trap under the bed. Now-"I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, steel shining in the candlelight. I knew this was not particularly going to kill the demon, but I needed answers.
"Now you're going to tell me where Lucifer is, or I am going to endure a world of hurt crashing down on you."
"You can't hurt me with your puny blade."
His eyes turned from a light blue to a pure black, encompassing his whole eyes in onyx.
"Oh. Is that a challenge?" I started cutting a shallow symbol in the demons chest. I remembered it from a book- I think? I'm not sure though. He looked at me and his eyes went as round as coins.
"No-It can't-"Then he started was a scream of raw agony that lasted only a few seconds, but he looked at me with fear. I looked down at the dress I 'borrowed' it was covered in bloodstains. Thank god I picked the red one.
No sooner had I thought this, the door shattered inwards. I covered my face as large splinters came rushing towards me. I felt it cut my arms. I glanced up as 2 large figures were in the doorway. Those guys from the diner- Sam and Dean, I think. One was brandishing a knife, the other a sawn off shotgun.
"Ah fuck. I haven't got enough money to pay for the repairs. Should have knew you were hunters."
"Sera!?" Dean asked, shocked.
"Yes? Are you going to finish or what?"
Sam started looking around with concern. Dean glanced at me with fear, distrust and amusement. I averted his gaze and picked at the long sleeves of the dress.
"So, how did you do it?"
"Trap him? Devil's trap under the bed. It was obvious that he wanted fun, just prepare beforehand and ta da! One demon!
Sam ran back from the kitchen.
"Where's the other one?" he asked, worry in his tone. I felt my stomach sink.
"The what?" then Sam couldn't say anymore, as he was lifted off his feet and pinned against the wall, Dean the same.
"You sonofabitch!" Dean shouted. He was trying escape the iron clad hold, but no use. The demon turned to me, malice in his eyes.
"Now. Let's begin." He thrust his hand out, as if to pin me against the wall, and get Lucifer extra juice. Instead, a cold wind just passed over me. He looked at me with anger and confusion. I could feel Sam and Dean's gazes fixed on me. I had no other option.
"No." I trust my hand out. The demon was being tossed around the room like a rag doll. He was finally pinned against the wall, but a mere few feet away from the other demon.
"What are you?" the one in the trap asked.
"Hunter." I clenched my fist as they both started coughing black smoke. Hearing 2 thuds, I kept my concentration on the demons. Must be Sam and Dean hitting the ground. I narrowed my eyes as the smoke whistled around me, tangling my already matted hair, peppered with blood. I pushed the smoke down as it sunk into the floor, back to hell.
I spun around.
"Sam! Dean! Are you okay?" No reply. "Guys…" I approached more cautiously as I felt something hard connect with my head and I was seeing double. A frying pan disconnected from my head and the wooden floor was getting closer and closer to my face.
Then I was unconscious.