Chapter 3
Sam and Dean sat in their car outside of a nice little suburban house in Gary, Indiana. Sam was going over the things they had learned since arriving here a few days ago. There had been a series of horrifying incidents involving teenagers. A girl had gouged her eyes out with a pencil. Another had taken a razor and scalped herself. And they were here at the home of one Mandy Patterson, who a week prior had killed her boyfriend. Apparently they had been making out in his car when all of the sudden she freaked out and smashing the passenger side window, when he tried to restrain her she took a shard and stabbed him in the throat, and after she peeled his face off.
After the police pulled her screaming from the car she was crying hysterically, "His face, he's not Tommy, his face."
Sam pondered this while Dean adjusted his tie, he hated having to wear the suit, but such was necessary when impersonating an F.B.I field agent.
"So what do you think," Dean asked finally deeming his tie straight enough.
"Well their not demons, the kids weren't possessed, they seemed to see things that weren't their, the mother of the girl who cut her eyes out said she was screaming about her reflection not being hers, it can only mean one thing," Sam answered looking at Dean, who knew the answer at once.
"Minions, I hate God Damn minions," Dean growled, truly meaning this. Minions were lower level dark servants, not yet earning full demon status, therefore not worthy to possess vessels. But they were a bitch to deal with, unlike demons these creatures were invisible, infecting people's minds and tormenting their thoughts, making them see things that aren't real.
"Well if its minions then there's a source somewhere in this town, we have to find a connection between these kids, something they've all done or somewhere they've all been," Sam said.
"Yeah, you got the notes from the last one," Dean asked eyeing the front door of the quiet little home.
"Yeah that's what I was just going over, but the last two weren't much help, I swear parents just don't seem to give a damn what the hell their kids are up to these days," Sam said in frustration.
"Yeah remind you of anyone," Dean answered ironically, catching Sam's eye who knew just what he was getting at. But he felt it was different with their father, he after all was trying to rid the world of these abominable creatures and save people, that's a fair excuse, what excuse did these parents have for not knowing a thing about where their children had been, or what they were doing.
Before Sam could answer Dean opened the door and stepped quickly from the car, causing Sam to scowl and follow suit. They walked up the little stone path through the perfectly manicured green lawn. Once in front of the large white door with its small tinted glass, Dean pushed the buzzer and they waited.
A few minutes later a small woman with blood shot eyes answered the door, it was obvious she had been crying heavily just moments ago.
Dean looked away, he hated watching women cry, "Hello ma'am, I'm sorry for troubling you at a time like this, I'm agent Graves, and this is my partner agent Cross, from the F.B.I, we'd like to ask you a few questions about your daughter," Dean said kindly and along with Dean flashing her two official looking badges. She eyed them for a second and then nodded, allowing them both to step into her seemingly perfect little house. She steered them into the living room where they both took seats on a large white striped couch while she sat across from them in a large arm chair that perfectly matched.
"What do you want to know," she asked quietly, trying desperately to hold herself together but not doing a very good job.
Dean took the lead, "Well ma'am first could you just tell us a little bit about Mandy so we can try to understand this a little better," Dean asked.
"She was such a warm and loving girl, so bright and engaging, she always received high praise from her teachers and coaches, star la cross player, first chair violin in orchestra, captain of the debate team, she was always so happy, she had been accepted to Duke and was really looking forward to going in the fall, really we can't understand this, me, her father, no one can," Mrs. Patterson said through a low sob.
"So she had never acted like this before, never given any indication of violent tendencies," Sam asked softly.
"No never, she was the kindest, sweetest girl, no one can understand what happened, it must have been a psychotic break like the doctors said," Mrs. Patterson responded hysterically, wanting to find anything that might excuse her daughters terribly heinous actions.
"Mrs. Patterson was your daughter acting strange at all in the weeks leading up to this incident, did she seem different, was she hanging out with a new group of people, maybe, going anywhere or doing anything she normally wouldn't," Dean asked firmly.
Mrs. Patterson thought for a while and began shaking her head, "No she acted like she always had, but she was disappearing a lot, after practice she would disappear for hour and come home rather late, her father and I asked but she said she was just spending time with her friends," Mrs. Patterson responded.
Sam looked frustrated, another parent who had no idea what their teen was up to, is it any wonder so many end up in bad situations.
"Could you give us a full list of her friends, the ones she was spending the most time with," Sam said handing her a pad and pen. Mrs. Patterson nodded and began scribbling furiously.
They left a half an hour later with the names Mrs. Patterson had given them. They needed to work fast if they were going to stop these minions from destroying them as well. They had to find the source, which they knew had to come from an open portal. And they also knew where there was an open portal demons weren't far behind, they had to be cautious.
They made it back to the car and once inside they both just looked at each other and at once both wondered the same thing, how was this going to end, where and what was Lucifer doing, and where the hell was this Harry Potter.
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Harry and Hermione made it back to their room at a nice muggle establishment in the city of Houston, Texas. They were still searching for the elusive Winchesters but were no closer to finding them. Harry thought about it, maybe he was going about this the wrong way. These brothers were hunters and being so would probably be where they were needed, so that would be where dark and evil forces were converging. He had to meditate, to feel where in this land evil was drawn.
"I have an idea, I need to meditate, feeling where darkness and evil are the most pronounced, that's where they'll most likely be," Harry said calmly.
"Where evil is most pronounced, does that mean you can feel him," Hermione asked in a voice that let the fear her soul had been feeling ring through.
"No, I can't feel him, he's much to powerful, he'll have a heavy block up, preventing any from knowing his whereabouts or intentions until he's ready, we can only hope that once he is so to are we, but I can feel his servants, they cast an aura I can sense, and I have a feeling that were they'll be so to will these Winchesters, so I have to meditate." Harry said plainly.
"OK while your busy doing that I'll just nip out and get something to eat, what would you like me to bring back," Hermione asked.
"Some Sushi would be great, only if it's fresh, oh and a milkshake, I've become quite fond of those," Harry said smiling.
"Yes I know, strawberry," she asked returning his coy smile to which he nodded. He really had picked up a taste for them since they arrived here in the states, having ordered one at every diner they went to.
"Be careful, don't forget the call if you get into trouble," Harry said sternly.
"For Merlin's sake Harry I remember, I mean how could I possible forget after you spent so much time teaching it to me," she said with a wry smile.
Harry returned it as he began to knell as she left the room. Once she was outside she began to walk briskly, unaware that she was being watched by two figures from a distance, two figures with black eyes.
They followed as she walked for about twenty minutes before turning into an ally. She felt them behind her and at once drew her wand and turned, finding no one there. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind, her wand was ripped from her hand as the figure of a tall and thick man held her firmly against a wall, his eyes were as black as death, she knew at once who they were, or at least what they were. A smaller figure approached from behind the behemoth of a man, a woman with straight jet black hair, also with dead black eyes.
"Hello witch, pray tell what are you doing here, your not a servant of the master so tell us what is your purpose," they woman said in a high, cold, lifeless voice.
The man squeezed her throat, cutting off her air supply somewhat. She closed her eyes and as Harry taught her concentrated with all her might, yelling his name loudly inside her head.
Harry knelt, feeling himself mentally leave his body. His mind drifted over the land, searching for a strong pull of evil. He found it, in a town north of where they currently where. He could see what had been happening in his mind, teenagers going mad and lashing out violently against themselves and others. Harry could feel the dark forces behind it. He could see the town clearly and knew he could apparte both he and Hermione there. He was just finishing when he felt it, the call. Hermione was calling frantically for him in her mind. He at once saw her, being held against a wall in an ally, flanked by two shadowy figures. Harry didn't see their human vessels, he saw their true forms, Lucifer's servants, demons. He grabbed his buki and turned in haste, vanishing on the spot.
"I'm only going to ask you one more time then I'm going to let him rip your pretty little throat out, what are you doing here witch," The woman demanded in a shrill, high pitched voice.
"STOP," a deep and terrifying voice cried from the end of the ally. The demons spun and saw Harry standing in all his glorious wrath, his sword unsheathed, glowing pure white, a look of furious death alive in his piercing green eyes.
At once the hulking man sneered and dropped Hermione to the ground and rushed towards Harry.
"STOP, HE'S A SAGE," the woman cried in terror. But the demon heeded her not and still rushed towards his end.
Harry took a step back and pointed his buki at the rampaging demon, hitting him square in his chest with a powerfully pulse of pure white light. The huge man stopped in his tracks, caught and being held firmly by Harry's beam of light.
At once the man convulsed to the heavens, spewing a misty black smoke from his mouth. Once the vapor escaped fully the man collapsed to the ground. But instead of escaping through the ground the billowing black smoke hung in the air, encased in Harry's beam. Harry then whipped his Buki up, making the bubble around the smoke begin to get smaller, and smaller until it completely caused the smoke to evaporate, forever ending the demon, destroying it completely.
Once finished he looked to the woman, who looked up with pure terror alive in her eyes. Harry pointed his blade once again but before he could send another pulse the demon quickly spewed its essence out of the woman and quickly escaped through the ground, lest it share the same fate of her fallen comrade.
Once it was gone and the woman collapsed Harry rushed to Hermione and knelt beside her and looked in her eyes, fear and love where found in his in equal measure.
"Are you OK," he asked softly.
She nodded, rubbing her throat, "yes I'm fine, what about them, will they be OK," she asked pointing to the figures of the man and woman both laying unconscious on the ground.
"They will be, just give me a moment," he said helping her to her feet then he quickly walking to the fallen woman. He waved his Buki briskly over her form, erasing her memory of the possession. He turned and did the same to the massively large man. Harry than retrieved Hermione's wand and quickly made his way back to her.
He handed her wand back and once again asked, "Are you sure your OK, they didn't hurt you?"
"No thanks to you," she answered smiling deeply, looking lovingly into his eyes, "That call comes in handy."
"That it does my love that it does," he responded, leaning in to kiss her with depth and true passion, letting his fear of the encounter flee his soul through his lips.
After they broke she looked up and smiled, fully flushed in the face and feeling bubbling heat under her skin.
"We need to go, I've found a town that has an evil presence, the Winchesters might be there, are you ready," he asked, to which she simply nodded. He took her arm and wrapped his cloak around them both, disappearing in its swirling depths and vanishing, unbeknownst to them to Gary, Indiana.