Del Sean was human.
The three of them had hissed in his ear and all he did was begin to hum Hannah Montana. They left him to his slumber and now they were in the brother's motel going over all the information they knew.
"Look, I appreciate everything but I've got this," Carena sighed.
"Ya and I'm a fairy." Dean snorted.
"This is what we do Carena. We go cross country and save people from these demons. These monsters," Sam said.
"You can't stop this," Carena shook her head, "It's like the Apocalypse. Disease and ruin. Demons, monsters, the world is literally on fire and it's kids, me included walking with, walking for this head demon. The Devil AntiChrist, King Demon whatever you want to call it. It's bad."
"We'll stop it," Sam said softly, "It'll be ok."
Carena nodded and looked over Dean's shoulder at the journal.
"Writing in your diary?" She smirked.
"No. Our dad's journal," Dean growled, "He taught us everything we know."
"That's where you learned the magic word Cristo?"
"Yes actually."
"What if it didn't work?"
"It works," Sam said, "it's been used thousands of times in history. It works."
Carena eyed Sam, she beckoned him outside.
"Come on, I want to show you something."
The two of them went outside and Carena opened her door, she pulled a tack off her door panel and it flipped open revealing an array of knives and charms. There was one pistol and a few other melee weapons.
"Your own weaponry," Sam nodded approval, "In the door panels. That's new. Not the trunk?"
"I have a nitrous kit," She shrugged, "This is new."
"What are you going to do?" He asked, "A demon on your tail, endangering everyone you know? Wouldn't it be smart to leave?"
"It would. Trust me I've thought about it," Carena said, closing up the panel, "But I can't. Because even if I leave, they're still in danger. A trap waiting to be sprung."
"So what then?" Sam asked, honestly curious.
"Find the ass and kill him. Or exorcise, whatever sends him back to hell," Carena shrugged, "After I know he can't touch me, I'm gone."
"Gone? You going to find your sister?"
"No," Carena shook her head, "I can't ask her to be a target. More then she is already is probably. No. I'm going to leave the country."
"You think you can run? Trust me you can't. I tried," Sam said, thinking back to his own running away, Jess's death and his own dad missing.
"No, but if I cant get somewhere far enough from here, it'll be safer. I was thinking Canada."
"Canada's nice," Sam cracked a smile.
"Sam," Carena said softly, her eyes going soft, "I didn't want to say anything in front of Dean, but there's something about that vision you should know."
Sam's stomach dropped, was this about Jess's vision? Was this about both their mom's being burned on the ceiling?
"I saw you," She said, "I saw you marching with us, the kids. But you were different."
"Different how?"
"You burned Sam," She said, "It was like some sort of light was turned on inside of you and you burned brighter then anything. Sam that wasn't even the worst of it," Carena said sadly, she shook with fear and trepidation.
Sam could sense whatever she was about to say terrified her more then anything in the world. He wondered if he should stop her from saying anything but couldn't find the words. Was the future set in stone? Could he handle knowing what laid ahead for him?
"Sam you were in front of us. You led us all, even the man and you were thrilled to be in charge," Carena's eyes bore into him, searching for hope, or fearing death, "You laughed as the world burned."
Sam stepped back, reeling from Carena's words.
He led a demon army? He allied with this possessed man? He and who knew how many kids were marching as a front for hell on earth?
He laughed?
"Sam."
He smiled?
"Sam!"
He enjoyed the fire?
"Sam!" Carena shouted as Sam blacked out.
"Sammy? Hey Sammy!" Dean's rough hands shook Sam.
"What?" Sam jumped up, swinging wildly.
He was in bed. Carena was gone and the sky was darkening.
"You slept through the whole day," Dean explained seeing his brother's confusion, "Food."
He tossed two granola bars and an apple juice on Sam's lap.
"What happened?" Is Carena ok?"
"She's fine, but you passed out," Dean explained, "She said you weren't feeling ok outside. Figured you had too much to drink at the race and with finding out she's a hunter. It overwhelmed you."
"Oh," Sam scratched his head, "Uh ya ok."
"Alright so we made a battle plan for tonight. Get showered and dressed. We go hunting demons at 11," Dean instructed his brother, checking his guns.
He watched as Sam numbly ate his breakfast. He knew there was more going on, but Carena was tight lipped. She didn't say what actually happened outside. Dean knew that his brother wasn't a lightweight and hardly anything surprised him. Whatever they talked about, it was more then Carena being a hunter that caused Sam to pass out.
Dean glanced over his guns, satisfied they were clean and armed. There was more to this story. There was no coincidence that both Sam and Carena had a demon visit and their moms were killed.
Something more was at play. And if anything, Dean was good at sniffing out secrets. He cocked back the hammer and smiled at the wall. If a demon wanted his baby brother, they'd have to kill him first. And Dean wasn't about to lay down without a fight.
Dean, Sam and the Metallicar rolled up to a farmhouse just outside of Ventura. The farm was wide and open, the house, the only building around. As the boys got out, the Chevelle came roaring up.
"Hope you guys are ready," She shrugged, holstering a knife and a small baton.
"We're ready," Dean assured her, "Let's hope this plan works."
They canvased the house, satisfied it was as deserted as Carena claimed it to be.
Sam began to paint a pentagram on the ground as Dean collected ingredients from his bag.
Once they were ready, Sam took his dad's journal and read a demon summoning spell.
"Ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me!"
The fire from the bowl lit up and suddenly a woman was waiting in the pentagram.
"What can I do for you two fine hunks of meat?" She asked slyly.
The woman was around 16 or 17,Mexican with dark skin and hair. She was chubby and yet held a powerful stance. However it was only the black soulless eyes that Dean focused on.
"Nessie?" Carena asked in shock, "They got you too?"
Suddenly Dean realized why the soft face was so familiar, it was the same face in the article that had led them here.
Nessandra Wint.
"Oh Carena," The demon cooed, "Have you finally accepted us?"
"I will never accept you!" She snarled, rushing forward.
"Whoa hey," Sam stopped her, "You step in that trap she can kill you."
"Yes, yes," The demon drawled, "A pentagram, come join me for drinks and tacos."
Carena screamed and Sam had to hold her back. The demon laughed at her outrage and finally focused on Sam.
"My, my is that you?" She asked, sultry like, "The Winchester boy. I've heard a lot about you!"
"Don't you say a word to him!" Dean roared, "You're our bitch so talk bitch! Why are you taking and killing these people? Why do you want Carena?"
"Isn't it obvious?" She asked innocent like.
"Answer him," Sam snarled, trying not to let the demon get to him.
"He wants her. I mean he wants you too Sammy but right now he wants her."
"Who?" Carena snapped, "Tell me a name so I can rip out your throat!"
"He has many names," She smiled sweetly, "And I don't have to give you any."
"That's it," Dean growled, splashing holy water on the girl. She screeched in pain as it burned her unholy self.
She laughed as the water dripped down.
"Torture? You think splashing me will get you answers?" She laughed.
"Where's Ricky?" Sam demanded, "He was taken yesterday out at Los Posas! Where Jon Anders was found dead!"
"Ricky? Jon? Those are names, important I'm sure, but not really to me," Nessie giggled, "I just walked some meat suits into a couple of bar fights. Then I found a pretty young thing. And I've kept her all to myself."
Carena screamed in rage, grabbing the second bucket of holy water and tossing it full face at Nessie.
"The demon shrieked, cowering to the ground.
"Tell me where you've left the missing?" Carena threatened, her voice hard as steel, "Tell me where Paula and Terry are! Tell me where Pat is! Now!"
The demon held a hand up as if in surrender but laughed as she looked up at Carena.
"Never!" She smirked, "Tell me Carena, do you want to see your friend rip out her own guts? How about bite off her tongue?"
"Alright Carena, take a walk outside," Dean suggested, "Sam get rid of this garbage and we can try again."
"Aw?" Nessie pouted, "You don't want to see a new souvenir that Nessie here got?"
"What did you do?" Sam asked as Nessie pulled her T shirt off revealing only a bra.
And words carved into her skin.
"Come home?" Dean read in a shaking voice, "What the hell does that mean?"
"That's just it," She smiled, dropping a small blade from behind her, "As much as I loved this body, the boss anted you to get the message clear since the bodies weren't enough."
With a childish snickering giggle, the demon raked the knife up her body. It tore straight through skin and muscle from the bottom of her torso to the top of her chest. Before anyone could stop her, she twisted the girl's neck 180 degrees.
"No!" Carena screamed, reaching for her friend as Sam rapidly began to exorcise the demon.
"Exorcizamus te, Omnis Immundus Spiritus, Omnis Satanica Potestas-"
The demon screamed and fled before the ritual was completed. Carena roared, the cry deafening and powerful. The brothers and all the furniture was thrown back up against the walls and ceilings as Carena let loose her rage.
Sam stared, crouched against the wall at the display of power. He shuddered.
Could he do that?
Was he going to do that?
What wanted him and Carena so badly?
"Sonovabitch," Dean spoke softly, taking in the destruction. Unfortunately it seemed Nessie's blood had been sprayed over the pentagram and its power was now useless.
"Hey, Carena," He joined her, not touching her as she cried with Nessie's body in her arms.
"She was just a kid," She sobbed, "I had taken her under my wing. I brought her into the community. She had just won Young Rodders at the ROP Show."
"This isn't your fault," Dean shook his head, survivor's guilt was a bitch, "That demon killed her and I promise you we will send her back to hell."
"Not we," Carena shook her head, "Me. I'm going to hunt down and find that monster. I will ill him. If not for my parents, Jon, your mother and all his other victims but for Nessie. That demon killed her to get to me."
"We can try another Devil's Trap," Sam suggested, "We can go in another room."
"No," She hissed, "Go home. I will finish this."
"We can't allow that girl," Dean interrupted, you've got us involved and even f you didn't, we need to gank that sonovabitch too."
"Then we do this my way," She snarled.
"What way is that?" Dean asked.
"We go back to where it started."
Dean and Sam eyed eachother and nodded. If they could help Carena and stop the demon, that was a win, but if they could stop the monster that killed their mother, that was winning the freaking Super Bowl.