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Chapter 3- The Demon

The double doors at the front of the church crashed open as Sam and Dean charged in. Dean had his shotgun raised and Sam clutched the demon knife, poised and ready for whatever lay behind the church doors.

The scene in front of them was eerily silent and out of the five strangers who stood by the church alter, not a single head turned towards the Winchesters. The attention of the group was all to the center, where a teenage girl sat hunched over in a chair. Her whole body was tense, her hands white from gripping the edge of the seat. Dean could hear her heavy breathing from the back of the church. Something was wrong.

A man stood in front of her, his hand firmly grasping her head. His peppered hair shook as he shouted, "In Jesus' name, leave her!"

The girl flinched, then snapped her head up at the man. Dean felt Sam tense up as they saw the girl's eyes were completely black. She was possessed.

She cocked her head, grinning evilly at the man. "You've grown weak in your old age, pastor. You'll have to do better than that to get me to vacate her."

The pastor faltered for a moment, then yelled angrily, "Quiet, demon! I said leave her!"

Dean had never seen anyone react to a demon possession like this guy before, especially a pastor. Most of the people they encountered in their travels would have been high tailing it to the nearest police station by now, screaming the whole way there. While he knew chatting with the demon wouldn't do any good without a little help from holy water and an exorcism reading, Dean was curious to see how this guy's method played out.

Sam began to step forward, but Dean held his jacket sleeve. "Wait." As Dean spoke, the girl's head turned towards the brothers. She sneered, "Well, well. Look who decided to join the party: The Winchester boys."

Every eye followed her gaze and found Sam and Dean. The girl was the only one who didn't look surprised at the new arrivals. Dean lowered the gun slightly, trying to look the least threatening possible. Under the circumstances, he knew it was a weak attempt at best. They weren't exactly dressed in their Sunday best and toting a shotgun probably didn't help. Inducing panic in a group of Bible thumpers was the last thing Dean needed to add to the already sticky situation.

The girl tried to stand, but the pastor yelled, "I command you to sit!" She fell back into the chair, gripping the sides again. She struggled, as if invisible ropes bound her. She gritted through her teeth, "You two would show up here. You know, you're far too curious for your own good."

Sam yanked away from Dean's grip and growled, "You talk too much for your own good." He turned to Dean and whispered, "We don't need this, Dean. Let's waste her."

The girl piped in. "Oh, aren't you eager? Just how do you plan to do that, Sammy? You wouldn't stab a thirteen year old girl, would you?" She jerked her chin towards a couple that was staring horrified at her. "Her parents wouldn't like that too much."

Dean saw Sam spinning the knife blade agitatedly in his hand. He knew Sam was eager to prove himself trustworthy to Dean and the oldest Winchester feared what Sam was willing to do blindly to earn that trust. He was too much like their dad in that way, thinking the least when it counted the most. Dean warned quietly, "Sammy…"

The girl smirked at Dean. "Oh, stop it, Dean. You're spoiling all of Sam's fun." She turned towards Sam and whispered seductively, "You know, Sam. You wouldn't need to kill her if you…jumped back on the wagon." She held out her arm and said, "It's a win-win. You save the girl and get a fix. What do you say?"

Dean saw Sam lower the blade slightly, staring at her arm intently. He began to take a step toward her when the girl suddenly flung her body back and released a scream. A voice yelled behind the two Winchesters, "I say that you don't belong here, demon!"

The boys turned to see a young woman standing behind them, her blue eyes focused on the girl. The girl let out another scream, shielding herself from the woman. She wailed, "Please! Please stop!"

The woman walked between Sam and Dean, continuing, "You will leave her this instant! You will not return and you will make the others aware that they are not welcome either!"

The girl was now writhing on the floor, howling, "Stop, please! I'll go, I'll go!"

The woman reached her hand out towards the girl and commanded, "In Jesus' name, leave!"

The girl threw her head back and black smoke escaped her mouth. As the smoke evaporated, the girl collapsed, unconscious. The woman kneeled down beside her, inspecting her. As the woman checked to make sure the girl was okay, the pastor watched the whole ordeal, pale and quiet. When done, the woman touched his shoulder, awaking him from the shock. She said quietly, "She should be fine, but I think you should call 9-1-1." She turned to the parents, who had both fallen to the floor and were clutching the girl's body. "Just as a precaution."

Dean watched the scene in shock. She had exorcised that demon with a few words, no weapon or chanting needed. Even Sam had needed demon blood to exorcise a demon out of someone without killing them and afterwards, he could hardly stand. This chick was hardly out of breath. Oh, God. She can't be it…

Dean quietly whistled, signaling his brother that it was time to leave. It took a quick yank on Sam's jacket to get him to register. Sam shook himself awake and turned to Dean. He mouthed, "Is she the…?" Dean nodded. She was what they were looking for, their weapon. They needed to talk shop somewhere else and figure out what they were going to do next. Their world-saving weapon being a 5'6" woman was definitely a hitch in what little of a plan they had.

The two Winchesters slowly began to back away when the young woman spun on her heel and marched towards them. She yelled, "Hey! You two! Wait a minute!"