Sam decided to take appropriate measures. He stayed at the motel researching different ways to find a demon or summon it, when we don't know its name or its face. 'Cause it's kind of weird to wonder around town muttering 'Chirsto' in everybody's ear.

I, on the other hand, decided to check out that bar again. I was half-way through my third bottle of beer, when a beautiful dark haired woman walked over to me.

"Hey, haven't seen you around," she said. I decided that she was totally into me. I mean come on, who wouldn't love this face?

We talked a bit, while I finished my beer. When I was done, she led me out the bar and took me to the alley on the side of the bar, pinning me against the brick wall. I thought things were finally turning around until I took a look at her eyes. They were pitch black. Fear caught in my throat, seeing as I was stuck to a wall and couldn't move or do anything.

Before I could let out a cry for help, black smoke erupted from her mouth and entered mine. That was the last thing that I needed. I remember how it felt. For a few seconds after the last of it entered me, my vision was hazy and it looked like I was standing in smoke. Then it all stopped. My vision was once again clear, but I couldn't move and it felt like there was another person with me in my head.

The girl that the demon was originally possessing looked at me, horror written all over her face. I was forced to watch as my hand stretched out and grabbed the poor girl by the neck. I watched as I squeezed the life from her. Once she went limp in my arm, 'my' grip loosened and she fell to the ground. The demon then reached into my pocket and pulled out my knife. It used the knife to slit her throat open. It then proceeded to cut off her hands. The demon moved her body into the centre of the alley. It placed one hand at each end of the alley.

The thing used my face to smile at the "good" work it had just done. It cleaned the blood off my hands using my shirt. When this thing finally gets out of me, I'm going to kill it myself, with my bare hands.

The last thing I expected the demon to do, it did. I wanted to stop my hands as they reached into my pants pocket and pulled out my phone. I was forced to watch as the demon searched through my contacts and landed on Sam's number. It was going to call my brother and was going to use my voice to trick him.

The dial tone continued until Sam picked up. "Hey, Dean. Where are you? I haven't seen you in a while."

"Sorry about that. I was out trying to track that demon we're looking for," the demon said using my voice.

"Found anything?" I heard Sam ask.

'Sam don't listen to him!' I wanted to say, but the words never left my mind.

"I managed to track it to a warehouse on the other side of town. I'll meet you there. See ya in a couple minutes."

'NO! Sammy don't listen to him! It's not me! He's leading you into a trap!' No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get the words out.

Sam ended the call, and I'm pretty sure he was doing exactly as 'I' told him. At that moment, I wanted to do nothing more than kill that demon.

A/N: Thank you so much for sticking through this… I know it's been forever since I last updated this fic and you have every right to be mad at me.

*dodges projectiles thrown*

But as payment for being so so patient and to show you how sorry I am, I'll upload the next chapter as soon as I can. I mean it this time!