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Chapter 15 - Demons

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Have you ever been lost in a different world
Where everything you once knew
Is gone
And you find yourself powerless
With everything that exists
You're numb

Will I ever break free

I searched my world but I can't find you
You're standing there but I can't touch you
Try to talk but the words are just not there
I can feel a sense of danger
You stare at me like I'm a stranger
Paralyzed and you don't seem to care
The demons in my dreams

If you become a nobody
Blind, to your family
Who would you be?
And life has gone into reverse
Re-living every hurt
Along the way

Everything that you fear is calling you and drawing near
Brian McFadden - Demons

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Rika POV

She was walking around her apartment. Or actually, her body was walking around her apartment even though her mind wasn't telling it to. Sam and Dean were waiting outside in the car, and Rika was hoping they would soon notice that everything wasn't right. She was really worried about them, she had no idea how strong the demon would be now that its own strength was combined with her slayer powers. The drive to her apartment had been agonizing, she had tried to speak to Sam, tell him something was wrong, but the words just weren't there.

She wondered what the demon was up to, it had yet not adressed her. Rika was trapped inside her own head, which was burning with pain. No wonder when something that didn't belong in her body had been forced inside. What the hell was the thing up to? She realized that her body was now in her bedroom, opening her wardrobe door. And then she heard her own voice, the words not being hers once again.

"Let's see what clothes you own, hun."

"Don't call me hun", Rika thought, pissed off as hell.

"Ah, you're a pretty feisty one, you know. Not that it'll do you any good. You're still trapped, I'm in charge now, babe."

"You can hear me?"

"Of course I can hear you, silly. I'm actually surprised, most humans I've possessed don't say a word. In fact, they're too weak to even realize what's happening to them. They can't remember a thing afterwards. But you on the other hand... You're special. I like this body. It's in really good shape, and powerful. It's actually almost worthy of me. You should be honoured."

"Shut up. If anything, you're beneath me. You don't deserve this body."

"Oh, I don't plan on leaving any time soon. At least not until I've taken care of that little boyfriend of yours. And his brother. Just like I took care of poor old Hugh."

"No."

"Yeah. I can relate to how bad it'll feel when you kill your lover. Oh, wait, I can't. I'm evil."

"You evil bitch, If you even lay one finger on Sam..."

"And you'll do what? Annoy me with your thoughts? Please, there's nothing you can do about it. Just sit back, relax and enjoy the show. Ah, what have we here? These, I call pants."

Rika noticed the demon had picked out her black, tight, leather pants from the wardrobe. She hadn't used those in ages, they were a gift from a friend. They weren't really her style, a bit overly sexy for her taste. Not to mention impractical. She guessed they'd fit that whore of a demon really well. If only it wasn't using her body. Rika was struggling, trying to regain her control. And she was starting to get really ticked off.

"Would you mind not dressing me as a whore?", she thought. She might as well try to tick the demon off a bit while she could. For the time being, her thoughts were her only weapon. If she could only figure out a way to exorcise the demon.

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Sam POV

Sam was waiting in the car with Dean, waiting for Rika to come back outside. She had gone up to her apartment to get changed, take a shower and get some of her things. She couldn't wear the now dirty and bloodstained clothes she had worn during the explosion. He had insisted on her coming to the motel to stay with him and Dean until they had figured out what was going on and gotten rid of the demon or demons that had gotten her watcher killed. It was the only way he'd feel alright, and a good way to keep and eye on her. Protect her if he had to. In fact, he was really worried about her. She had been acting a bit strange outside of the hospital, first being slow because of her injuries. Then suddenly she had changed, started walking faster, actually seeming happy which he thought was strange. Maybe that was just how she dealt with grief.

All of a sudden Sam heard Dean curse next to him. "Holy mother of..."

Sam looked towards the same direction his brother was looking in and his heart almost stopped. Rika was walking down the stairs from her apartment building, and she looked... She was wearing black, skin-tight leather pants, and a black tank top. She was also wearing red heels, and she had put some make-up on - black eyeliner and eyeshadow, the smoky look making her eyes look even deeper and more glowing than they usually did. Even though she looked absolutely gorgeous, Sam felt weird. It didn't seem like her. She always looked stunning, but usually her clothes were less... daring. She'd also mentioned how much she disliked high heels, so he wondered why she had picked those shoes. Now she looked more of like those girls Dean usually picked on, and that wasn't really what Sam usually fell for. However, he couldn't deny the attraction he was feeling when he saw her make her way to the car.

She got into the car after opening the back door and when she saw that they were both staring at her with their jaws dropped to the floor she just looked at them.

"What?"

"Nothing!", Dean quickly said turning his gaze forward. Sam gulped, also turning his eyes away from the back seat.

"Let's go then", she said and looked out the window.

Dean speeded away towards the motel, the car completely silent.

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At the motel, Sam walked into the motel room they had been assigned, closely followed by Rika. Dean stopped in the doorway.

"I'm gonna go grab some food for us at that fastfood restaurant across the street, I'm starving. Be right back."

Sam just nodded before closing the door behind Dean as he started walking. He turned towards Rika, she hadn't said a word in a while and he wondered what was going through her mind. Was she okay?

"You sure you're okay?", he asked.

"Uh huh", she replied while she took a few steps closer to him, until she was only about an inch away from him. "I feel much better now that we're finally alone."

After that she pulled him in for a passionate kiss, and he instinctively put his arms around her waist pulling her closer and kissing her back. Then he realized that he couldn't be doing this, not now, when she was vulnerable and in pain. He couldn't take advantage of her like that. Besides, the demons were still on the loose. It took all his strenght to pull away from the kiss.

"What's wrong?", she asked looking up at him.

"Look, it's not that I don't want to, but this isn't the right time. You just lost someone very close to you, the demons who caused it are still out there and you're injured. Besides, Dean'll be back in a few minutes. I know you must be grieving, and I can't take advantage of you right now."

"Oh, who the hell cares?", she asked and started kissing him again, this time much more aggressively. She pushed him down on the bed, then placing herself on top of him. Now Sam knew something was definitely wrong. This wasn't her, he knew Rika well enough to know she'd never act like this, throw herself at him. And the kiss didn't feel right. When he had kissed her before everything had felt perfect, as if it was meant to be. Her kisses had been incredibly soft and attentive, and this was just wrong. Now something was off, and he instinctively realized what. She'd been acting strangely ever since the hospital, with the clothes and the attitude. He pulled away and struggled away from her, getting up from the bed and taking several steps backwards.

"No. You're not her."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Now she was sitting on the bed looking up at him with anger.

"I said: you're not her. She'd never behave like this. It's not right."

In panic he watched as she got up from the bed, crossed her arms and grinned. He had been right, this was definitely not her. The Rika he knew was such a good, caring person, that the evilness he saw in her eyes at that moment shocked him. She blinked once, her eyes turning completely black.

"Oh shoot, you got me. What a bust, I thought I'd might be able to continue this little charade a bit longer. Ah well, nothing to feel sorry about. I guess it sucks for you though."

Before Sam realized what had happened, he was thrown up against the wall, pinned against it with some unseen force. He'd been in this situation before, the demon was using its powers on him. He groaned while struggling and trying to release himself from its hold.

"How long?", he asked with disgust in his voice.

"Since the hospital. And you were too preoccupied to even notice she wasn't herself. Bad, bad boyfriend."

Then Sam heard the motel room door open.

"Hey Sammy, you're okay with curly fries aren't ya? I could only get...", he heard Dean's voice from the door before he interrupted him.

"DEAN!", he yelled. "Get out of here, now! The demon has possessed Rika!"

"Too late", he heard Rika's voice and looked at the demon using her for a small smirk. Dean flew up against one of the other walls, the door flying shut behind him. Sam heard the lock turn.

She spoke again, still smirking. "Great, we're all here. It's a party."

"What do you want, bitch?", Dean asked looking suspicious.

"Revenge", she replied without hesitation. "See, you've wasted some friends of mine, both you two and Rika here. Belphegor two nights ago was almost like a sibling to me, well, as far as I can have feelings being evil and all."

"I don't really feel bad about that", Dean said. "Do you, Sammy?"

"No, not really. Get out of her body, now, or else..."

"Or else what? I don't think I'll be leaving her anytime soon. I was actually planning on wasting you two and then have her throw herself off a cliff or something, but I don't think I will. She's got some wicked powers, this one. She keeps struggling to regain control, while most humans who get possessed don't even know what's happening. Her unselfish and self-sacrificing thoughts are getting a bit annoying. Other than that, it's almost as good as crack hanging out in here. I think I just might stay for a while when you two are dead, wear her out. Maybe have her murder some people. It's nice inside this body, Sam. But then again, you already knew that." She walked up to Sam and stroked his face, kissing him once again and he turned his face away in disgust. He didn't want this demon touching him, he needed Rika.

"Hey, no cracking jokes about his sex-life!", Dean exclaimed. "I'm the only one who's allowed to do that!"

"Poor Dean. You should know by now that I'll do whatever the hell I want." She grinned towards him right before a sharp pain hit Sam, and he screamed out in agony. There was now a big cut on his cheek, inflicted by the demon's powers. "I think I'll start by torturing Sam here, then I'll kill you so he can see you die and then maybe I'll kill him if he begs for it. Oh, this is going to be so much fun."

"No." Sam shook his head. "Rika, you have to fight this. Don't let this son of a bitch do this to you."

"C'mon Rika, fight!", Dean yelled.

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A/N: Had to leave a little cliffie. If I had continued now with what I have planned, the next chapter would've been freakishly short. Plus, some suspense (hopefully) is never wrong.

I'd just like to thank those of you who have taken the time to review this story, please continue if you feel like it. I'm all anti-drugs, but I can bet reviews are better than crack. ;) One final chapter coming up in this story, but straight after that there will be a sequel which I hope you'll want to read as well.