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A/N: English is my third language so sorry in advance for butchering it with my grammar and vocabulary. This is a two/three-shot

Word count: 824 Words (1,5 pages in Times New Roman 12p)

Summary: What if Jessica and Jasmine Fenton were the same person? two/three-shot

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A/N: I noticed that i didn't mention the name of the alloy the parents created in the first chapter. I already changed it in the previous chapter but i will repeat it for you. So: REDEMPTION or Radiats Eliminating Demon-Extractionrays as a Mutual Purifying Tempest In Overall Nature

It all happened so fast, one moment everything is fine. The next, I am flying my sister at the speed of sound to a hospital for treatment against a stabwound made by a fucking demon. And not just any demon, THE demon. The yellow-eyed demon, Azazel. The demon that ordered the continuous attacks on Amity and is directly responsible for the death of my parents and best friends. It took me a lot of torture sessions with a demonic bitch named Meg to get it out of her. I killed the bitch and purified the dying host after I drained IT of any useful information about Daddy, like the hunger-games, or should I say psychic-game, and the colt. To be honest, I wasn't that impressed by the bitch's attempts of manipulating me, she started cooperating rather quickly after 7 minutes alone with REDEMPTION. Redemption: the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil. I have always found the codename suiting. Wow, you probably can't follow so a flashback is in order.

Flashback

"Noooo" I cried when I saw mom's head being separated from her body. Rolling to the other heads of Sam, Tuck and dad. Everything began to twist and turn until the lab disappeared, leaving only me and the heads behind. The heads began to float, like they were pulled up by the hair, and their closed eyes opened. Their eyes suddenly flashed yellow, like the Goa'uld in stargate, and simultaneously opened their respective mouths and yelled in a uniform familiar voice "Danny, wake up. Danny, wake up. It is all just a dream..."

I jerked awake and was about to deliver a sucker punch to my offender until I noticed who it was and turned my arm intangible when it was about to make contact with her skin. "That was close," my arm still through her stomach. I tried with a smile that didn't reach the eye.

And like always, "Do you want to talk about it?" She tried tentatively. She was spared from the horror that the demons had conflicted during their raid on the lab in our old home. Blood and organs of friend and foe alike were thrown around like paper plains and water balloons. Inventions, old and new, scattered around like a child's toys during a temper tantrum. The smell of sulfur and blood have since been washed way with bleach. But the cries of terror and rage are forever trilling on my eardrums. I don't know the amount of demons were present in the attack but what I do know is that I am going to let them pay.

"It was the same dream as always." That was true, my bi-weekly moment of horror like clockwork, no pun intended. My burden to carry and mine alone. "You can stop worrying, it will gives you wrinkles." Not that she will ever stop but I can try. I don't want to ruin my sister's Normal life that it already is.

"Fine, but I will have this talk one day."

Sure sis, keep on dreaming. "Maybe next time."

"So, anything planned for today?"

"No, not really. Catching up with my lovely sister."

"like..."

"Like watching a movie."

time skip to 16:00 (day of Sam's return)

"Do I smell your self made delicious cookies?"

"Yes but they aren't for you, Sam will have an interview in two days. So hands off, understood!"

"Yes, sir." I wanted to add a witty comment but the door bell rang. "Expecting someone?"

"It is probably Sam" She said as she was about to open the door.

"Alert, high level demon in close proximity. Please, take precaution." Just as the door exploded and Jazz is smashed against the stairs in less than a second. I shot it with an updated Fenton-gun, demon edition (Redemption instead of pure Ectoranium) just after my sister got stabbed by the thing.

End Flashback

This is one of the worst hunts so far. I got arrested, dad has left me/us/me on a goose chase, I had to jump from a five stories high bridge by a crazy ghost bitch controlling my baby, the ghost bitch almost killed my brother and Bitchface crashed my baby in a freaking house. So sorry if I am not in the best mood at the moment. To make matters worse, Sammy is in Wonderland and his phone keeps on ringing. So in agony I decided to answer rather abruptly: "Sam's phone, who keeps on stalking him in the middle of the night?!"

"Winchester, we need to talk. Meet me at the hospital, room 427. My sister got stabbed by Yellow-eyes. Oh and if you find a demon on ice with a funny looking rock in your living room, leave it or you are next, Capisce," said the caller before breaking the line.

To be honest, I did not expect that.

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MariMart: I have been walking around with the idea for the last five months and I too was disappointed when I didn't find any good ones with a similar plot. But I don't think that i will make it all that long. Plot-holes would form very quickly.

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