I took Harmony's help. It was the best thing for everyone if I did. And it was helping. My parents agreed to let me go on hunts again.
We were in the Impala on our way to a small town not too far from home. Daddy got a call from an old friend about a bitchy demon running around there. Apparently they could catch a damn demon by themselves. Well, it was something.
We arrived in the town and immediately I felt the demons energy. Dad did too I could see.
"Can either of you tell where this demon is?" Daddy asked.
"Not exactly." I said. "But they're close."
"How close?"
"Very." Dad informed him.
"That's all I need." Daddy pulled into a rundown motel right outside of town. He got us a room and he got right down to business.
"So, what are we going for?" Daddy asked. "FBI? Reporters? What?"
"Wait until Sam gets here." Dad told him. "He knows more about what's going on here than we do."
"This better not be Meg again." Dad sighed. "There's only so much of that bitch I can take."
"I like Meg." I argued. "She's cool."
"She's crazy."
"I have to agree with your dad on that one Grace." Dad said. "She is insane."
"Lucky for you I'm not her then." A woman said from the doorway. "Name's Mary. You know, like your mommy."
"Okay, not Meg." Daddy said.
"Very good Dean. What gave it away? My name or the fact them in ten times that bitch?" She smirked at my parents and looked over to me. "This must be the little nephilim Hell's been raving about." She pushed off the door frame and walked towards me. "Seems like they were over exaggerating. Doesn't look like much."
"Back off bitch." I spat.
"Fiery aren't we?" I wanted to pounce on her, but something in my mind told me not to. Jumping her would put everything Harmony and I had been working to control down the drain. I stuck to a bitch face. Uncle Sam taught me well.
"Stay away from our daughter." Daddy ordered.
"Calm down Dean. I'm not going to hurt her. Crowley wants her safe."
"He doesn't mean for my safety." I said. "He means for your own."
"Grace don't." Dad ordered.
"Don't worry. I won't go out of control. I'm just gonna send her ass back to hell."
"Good luck with that."
I realized I didn't have my daggers within reach so I went with the next best thing.
"Priinceps gloriosissime cælestis militiæ, sancte Michaël Archangele, defende nos in prælio et..." before I could finish the incantation, she sucker punched me. causing me to fall on the nearby bed.
"You'll regret that bitch." I said, wiping the blood from my mouth.
"Will I now?"
"colluctatione, quæ nobis adversus principes et potestates, adversus mundi rectores tenebrarum harum, contra spiritualia nequitiæ, in cælestibusus. Veni in auxilium hominum, quos Deus creavit inexterminabiles, et ad imaginem similitudinis suæ fecit, et a tyrannide diaboli emit pretio magno." I finished the incantation but nothing happened.
"Surprised?" She raised an eyebrow. "A little gift from Crowley. I can't be exercised."
"Fine, we'll just have to get rid of you the old fashioned way."
"Or I can take care of it." Uncle Sam said. Where he came from I have no clue. He probably showed up while I was busy dealing with the bitch.
"Sammy." Mary smiled. "I've been waiting for you. Still off the blood?"
"Yeah. But I have other ways of dealing with you." He pulled the demon knife out of his pocket. I took this moment to grab my blades. I threw one at her arm and she hissed in pain.
She turned her attention back to me and Uncle Sam came up behind her. He grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. Pushing the blade against her neck.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He growled.
"Waiting for your niece." She smirked. "Crowley's had his eyes on her since she was born. She's special. Crowley needs her. You gonna put the knife down now?"
"Sure. After I do this." He plunged the knife into her chest and she slid down the wall.
"You should know." Mary whispered. "Crowley's coming soon." Her eyes closed and she finally died.
"Are you okay?" Dad asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm fine." I assured him. "Thanks to Uncle Sam."
"No problem kiddo." He smiled.