Still don't own Supernatural. *Makes fist and shakes in the air* Damned Eric Kripke.
Please reveiw, I'm doing a demon chapter, keep your eyes peeled for Miller guys, Davis-Gurl222, finally it's out in the open!!!!
By the way, the "stitch and bitch" is a group of women who meet in my local town to do fabric crafts on Thursday evenings, but I prefer to stay at home and watch my favourite boys kick ass!!
Chapter 14,
Dean was suspicous of Miller from the start. He was an ok looking guy, but there was no way in Hell he could have gotten with all those girls. Sure, he could have taken them out on dates, but not slept with them. He wasn't THAT good.
John had picked up on the trail of a Jhe demon after a call from a friend who had lost track of it a few months back.
The demon had been banished from it's group after a disagrement, John had been told, and it had made its way to Dakota. Thats what he, Dean and Bobby had been looking for earlier in the summer, but they had no leads.
Unitl now.
Dean had come across a dishevelled and gross looking peice of skine. Demon skin. There was no way it could have belonged to an animal or a human.
John kept the skin in tin foil and when he had come across another peice, it confirmed that the demon was near.
"SO this thing takes on human form? Kind of like a skin walker?" Dean asked his father. he really hated walking the sewers, they smelt so rank and the stench would stay with you for days at a time, no matter how much you washed. And you still felt dirty, even after scrubbing your skin raw.
"That's the theory. They take a human life but keep the skin to cover up what they really are." John replied, keeping an eye out for more skin.
"You said they were she-demons, no males?" Dean could not beleive that this was one species of demon with no males, talk about a sexist nightmare.
"Yup, they call themselves the Sisterhood of the Jhe. They take on the skin of a person, usually a young one, and pose as that person to feed off hormones and mate to make offspring." John explained, clearly his son was freaked out by this.
"Why did they kick this one out of their "stitch and bitch" club?"
"Because the Jhe take on female skin, as they're females and need a male to spawn with, then they kill the male because during the moment of conception the Jhe reveal themselves for the demons they are under the human skin. This one didn't want to be anything other than human, even if meant not mating. SO they kicked her out."
"So she's a Jhe with a virginity?"
"I'm guessing she's a Jhe without a killing streak."
Dean was totally confused, he loved girls, but could never look at one the same again.
Or for a few weeks at least.
"Hold up!" John stopped and crouched to the floor, there were human bones and organs in a plastic box, but no skin.
"The Jhe's close." He told his son. John looked closer the femur, hip and rib bones. "See this Dean?" he asked, shining his torch on to the box.
"Bones are broken." He said, hoping that was what his father wanted him to notice.
"Yeah, badly. Tell me, what could break bones like this that isn't demon?" John rummaged through the remains in the box while Dean looked on in disgust, trying to keep his bacon cheese burger in his stomach.
"Erm......."
John found the skull, one side was cracked badly, the back was smashed right in.
"Brutal beating?" Dean eventually replied.
"I'm thinking some one was in a hit and run." John said, "Look at the femur and here, the shin, smashed right in. The arm and ribs? And the skull? Probably hit but a car and went flying straight over the top and landed with a crunch on the other side."
Dean had to hand it to his father, he knew a lot about death and bodies and injury from his days in service.
"He must have been hit at some speed." John stated.
"How do you know it's a he?" Dean asked.
"Because the pelvis is narrow." He pointed to a pelvis with one side badly damaged. "A woman's pelvis is a lot wider for child bearing."
Dean nodded the two men looked at eachother.
"Well thats distubring to know." He said as his father stood up. Dean handed him a cloth out of his backpack so John could wipe his hands.
"We need to find out if there have been any accidents lately involving a male and a car in the loca area." John started, and Dean finished his sentence.
"Who ever is the victim is our Jhe."
"Probably. She would have been looking for a new skin after shedding it in the fight with the sisterhood. If she didn't want to hurt any one she would have taken the skin of a dead person."
"How do we know this guy died from injury?" Dean asked.
"Injuries that extensive? There's no way he could have lived. The way the ribs were broken would have punctured both lugs, the head injury would mean the brain wouldn't function. If he lived, he would have been a vegetable living an unatural life."
The men made their way towards the way they had come in through the sewer.
"How do we know the Jhe didn't do this?"
"We don't." Replied the old man. "But we still have to find her and destroy her."
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Sam was glad the weekend had ended on a good note. Darcy had gone home to Sarah Sunday evening and Sam spent the night alone.
He didn't like sleeping with no one else in the house, but Mr Garsin had called to check on him and asked if he wanted to stay in the large house with him and his wife. Sam thanked him for the offer but said he had lots of school work and he was sure his father and brother would be back soon.
School had gone well on Monday, Gareth didn't show, Sam wasn't expecting hm to. Darcy had been worried but he and Vicky had managed to keep her calm and she seemed much more at ease as the da progressed.
Miller hadn't been in school either, something which made things a little easier for Sam after what had happened at the party of Friday night. That had been akward. Sam hadn't told any one, didn't feel the need. It was embarassing and Miller had been drinking a lot that night so was probably not in total control of his actions.
Sam's shift at the video place had gone smoothly too. He hadn;t been in charge of the till, just stacking up the returns and helping customers. Wasn't really fun, the girl he was working with was shy, but he was glad it got him out of the house and in to the real world.
Sam had borrowed Darcy's Triumph. Sarah had the use of a Range Rover for her work so Darcy had the BMW to drive home from school in with Vicky.
Sam was so glad she liked her ring and that after he turned up at school unnanounced they were still close. He was thinking of what he could get Darcy for Christmas, it was getting closer. Halloween had been and gone so quickly.
Sam was thinking of maybe a perfume, but then he remembered the disaster he ad when he was packing a bag for her on the weekend, but if he had Vickys help it would be easier.
Suddenly something hard hit the back of Sams head and everything went dark.
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John was at the Brookes house talking with Miller and Hyaley's parents, and Dean was in the car, hiding.
Things had been a disaster with Hayley and he didn't want that to get in the way of finding out more about Miller.
Dean knew there was something off about him when they first met.
While at the local polica station, the two Winchester men had learnt about an accident after a party to mark the first weekend of summer.
Miller hada been walking home alone when he was run down by some idiot in a 1982 Mini. The car drove off and was found abandoned. Miller was left on the side of the road, a few scrapes but nothing major. Although the police report revealed there was a lot of blood at the scene and there was har, skin and bone fragments found on the front grill of the car. Miller swore there was no one else hit and he was alone, so police assumed it was just an animal.
But our heros know better, they have knowledge that the police don't have. And that is the knowledge that Miller was killed and what the police concluded as animal blood and bone, was actually blood and bone which had once belonged to Miller Brookes.
John came back in to the car and started the engine.
"Miller hasn't been home today, left for school, not come home yet. His parents assume he's at a friends because his sister said he hadn't turned up for basket ball practice." John turned out on to the main road.
"Sam said Miller had a thing for Darcy, you think he went there?" Dean informed his father.
"We should go check on her. where does she live?"
Dean gave directions, hoping Darcy was ok.
They sped towards Darcy's house and saw the familliar Triumph and BMW in the drive way.
John and Dean got out the car. The only light came from a small slit of a window at ground level, indicating that who ever was home was in the basement.
"There's a spare key under that plant." Dean said silently, pointing to the potted chinese luck plant on the floor next to the door.
John leant down, picked up the pot to reveal the spare key, and used it to open the door.
They silently drew their guns and made their way to the basement door to hear what the muffled voice was sying.
Dean looked at his father.
"Miller!" He whispered.
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Miller was pacing up and down infront of where he had sat Darcy and Sam on chairs and tied them up. They were gagged and Darcy was beaten.
Miller had made his way to her house and when she had let him in he started to chat about girls and how butchy they could be. Then he started to talk all about how wonderfukl he thought Sam was and then he told Darcy how she didn't deserve him and how he would be much better for Sam.
Darcy was confused and asked if he had been drinking, and that was when she fell in to darkness and woke up later gagged and tied to a chair in her basement.
Then Miller came in, shouting at her, telling her she didn't deserve Sam's love and he slapped her over and over again and told her how he and Sam would be together.
Then he hit her and it went dark again.
She woke up to Sam next to her, tied and gagged, but not a bruise or scratch on him that she could see.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. You know I could be so much better for you. I could show you and tell you things you didn't even know existed. We could be so good together. I loved you from the start." Miller took the cloth from Sam's mouth. "What do you say?"
"Let Darcy go Miller." He said, gently, so not to poush the already insane boy too far.
Miller let out a sickenind and venomous laugh.
"Let Darcy go Miller!" He gave a poor and childish immitation of Sam's voice. "NO!" He shouted.
"That bitch can rot! You and me, we can take over the entire world, and all you want to do is let her go? Why?" He asked, walking over to the washing machine, where he picked up a sharp, silver knife.
He walked over to Darcy and slowly traced the outline of her face, careful not to cut her, but at the same time, enjoying the glint of reflected light from the knife on her face, lapping up the fear in her eyes like a thirsty dog laps up water.
"Because I love her." Sam replied. he could see a strange patch of skin behind Miller's ear. It was yellow and it wasn't skin, it was scales.
"Why Sammy? Why do you love her?" His voice was bitter poison when he spoke about Darcy.
"Because she's human."
On hearing those words, Millers eyes glinted red.
"How? How do you know Sammy?" Miller looked at Sam and moved around to behind Darcy, the knife at her throat. "If you know, then you can accept it. So there's no need for Darcy to be around, is there?"
The next thing they all knew there was a loud crash and a gunshot. Darcy tried to scream, Miller fell on to her, pushing her and the chair over on to the floor, his body weight on top of her.
Dean and John came down the stairs, Dean ran over to Sam and untied him while John moved Miller off Darcy and untied her and stood her up.
Sam walked over to Darcy and hugged her tightly.
"Are you ok, did he hurt you?" He asked.
"I'm ok. What was that all about Sam?" She was crying softly in Sams arms.
An awful cry filled the basement. The four turned around to see Miller's skin on the floor, and a huge creature stood before them.
It was over six feet tall, yellow scales covered it's body, it had large pointy ears and a tuft of black hair covering a small part of its head and several horns and blood red eyes.
It was awful. Sam placed himself onfront of Darcy to protect her. She didn't scream or cry. She was shocked in to silence. She wanted to be sick. It was unreal.
John had an axe in his hand, Dean shot at the creatures knees and ankles in order to bring it down to size, it crashed to the floor and John bought the sharp blade down on its neck.
It made a sickening sound, and suddenly there was a sea of green covering the floor. It looked like blood. Green bloody.
Dacry ran over to the sink in the corner and wa violently sick. When Sam went over to her he could she was crying.
Her wrists were cut from being tied tightly, and he had bruises to her face and a slight scrape to er neck from where Miller had the knife to her throat and fell.
He held her tight while she shook in his arms.
John came over and otioned for the two of them to go up the stairs.
Dean led the out of the basement and found a bottle of brandy and poured a large glass for Darcy.
"Drink this." He handed her the glass and she drained it in one go.
"What happened?What was that?" She asked Dean, Sam sat her on his lap and conitnues to hold her, not wanting to ever let her go.
"It was Jhe. A demon. It usually takes on the skin if a female in order to feed off a males hormones and breed." He said bluntly. John gave his eldest son the look that said to shut up.
"Miller was killed in a hit and run at the begining of summer and the Jhe took his skin to hide itself in order to fit in." John sat opposite Darcy and Sam. She looked pale, and she was really going to feel those bruises in the morning.
"It was real?" She asked, hoping they would say no. But John couln't lie to her.
"Yeah sweetie, it was real. We hunt this things. All the things you thought weren't real are." He explained. "Your dad hunts too, but he didn't want you to know, unfortunatly you got dragged in to it. I'm sorry you h ad to find out like that."
Darcy look John in the eye.
"My father knows?" She asked, her jaw tensing.
"Yes, he sent you to live with your aunt to protect you. I took my boys to every hunt and Bobby saw what it was doing to our family, moving around constantly. He didn't want that for you."
Darcy stood up and ran out to her car. Locked the door and sped out the dive way and down the road. This couldn't be real. There was no such things as monsters. Her father would tell her the truth.
Unless John was telling the truth, and her father was trying to protect her.
Or her father didn't want her around and only had her to stay in the summer out of guilt for giving her away.
She drove faster and faster, getting on the right road to the place she used to call her summer home, the place she never wanted to leave in the first place. The place where she would find the truth, even if it hurt her so much she died inside.