Sam sighed as another door was shut in his and Dean's face. It had not been a productive day at all. They had wandered through the area where the deaths had taken place for hours, going to homes and stores guised as FBI agents, asking if anyone knew of a Blackwood that lived around, but no one had. The sun was starting to go down as the Winchesters walked down the sidewalk. "Okay, so now what? There's no way the banshee could be here if there's no one from the Blackwood family here. Unless it's not tethered to the Blackwood family in which case we've wasted our time."
Dean shrugged a little as they reached the Impala that had been parked a few yards down next to the sidewalk. "I'll call Bobby when we get back to the motel, see if he can do a little digging, calling around."
Sam climbed into the car and sighed. "Yeah, okay. I can do a little digging myself. I'll look into the phone book, other town records..." As they started down the street, there was suddenly a piercing wail that cut through the silence of the evening.
"What the hell?" Dean said loudly, jumping in his seat. He glanced in the rearview mirror, out the front windshield, then out his rolled down window, but saw nothing.
Sam stiffened, "I bet that was it." He said, looking to his brother. "Dean!" He cried, pointing in front of them as a slender female appeared, standing in the road. Her feet were bare and she was clothed in a lovely white dress. Her dark hair was flowing in front of her face and her head was tilted down. Her form flickered and she suddenly was standing just in front of their car. She flickered again then suddenly was sitting on the dash in front of Sam. She leaned forward and ran her hands down his chest, finally tilting her head up. Her hair fell away to expose her face, and Sam gasped, his eyes widening. "E-Ella..." The creature flickered again and screeched. Sam lifted his hands and covered his ears, grimacing. She tilted her head. "Help me..." She whispered in a low voice before her form flickered again. and she was out of the car, standing in the yard of one of the houses nearby. Sam flung off his seatbelt and shoved open the car door, "Ella!"
Dean's eyes widened as he jumped out of the car. "Sam! Sam it's not her!" He yelled after him.
Sam ran across the road not looking to see the car that was coming down the road. It clipped him on the side and he staggered slightly but kept going to the yard where the ghostly form stood. She curled
her arms around herself, flickering again. "Help me..." She said again before she disappeared. Sam reached the spot where she was just as she disappeared and he cursed, looking around the front yard before he started toward the house.
"Sam!" Dean yelled again before starting to chase after him.
Sam limped a little toward the house, his hip and leg aching from where the car had struck him. He frowned a little as he glanced through one of the windows, seeing a male moving to close the curtains. The male caught sight of Sam and smirked slightly, his eyes flickering black before he shut the curtains. Sam's eyes widened a little and he waited for Dean to reach him. "Dean, there are demons inside."
Dean turned and ran back to the Impala quickly, opening the trunk compartment and grabbing Ella and Oshea's demon killing knife, and a shotgun. He ran back up to Sam after slamming the trunk closed, and handed him the shotgun. Sam took the gun and cocked it, going up the front stairs. "Police open up!" He shouted. When no one opened the door, he took a step back and kicked open the door limping inside, holding the shotgun up and ready. He took a step inside and slowly moved into the living room, pausing as he saw a man's body sprawled on the floor by the couch, blood staining the carpet beneath him.
Dean walked a little further in the home, clenching the handle of the knife tightly. He stepped into the kitchen where he saw a brunette woman bound to a chair; her wrists were tied to each of the armrests and her ankles were roped together. Tears stained her cheeks and there was a small bleeding cut above her left eyebrow. "Please h-help me..." She whimpered.
When Dean stepped forward, he heard a man's voice behind him. "We figured it was only a matter of time before you Winchesters showed your faces around here."
Dean turned around quickly, raising the knife. Another demon stepped through the door way, pulling along a now weaponless Sam. He let go of Sam's arms and pushed him into the room with Dean, blocking the doorway as the other male demon continued to talk. "You guys really have a bad habit of shoving your nose in stuff that does not concern you."
Sam staggered into the room, turning to glare at the demon that had shoved him inside. Another male demon moved up behind the woman, patting her cheek as the banshee appeared in the room, flickering and wringing her hands. "Now what did we tell you? You weren't supposed to bring the Winchesters to our doorstep. And what happens when we disobey?" He pulled out a knife and drew it across the the woman's cheek. The banshee gave a little screech of alarm.
"What the hell is this? And who is she?" Dean asked, nodding towards the woman in the chair. "And Miss Flickers A Lot, huh? Is that supposed to be some kind of joke? Because it ain't that funny," He said, glaring at the demon
"This is Amber Baldwin... or as she was known before she was married, Amber Blackwood. And that," The demon said, pointing the knife that was dripping blood toward the flickering figure. "Is the banshee that is guarding the Blackwood family." Sam stared at her even though he knew it wasn't Ella, he could not get over the fact that something that looked just like her was so close. The demon straightened. "You see, Dean, this particular banshee likes the family she is supposed to guard. She'd hate for Amber here to die before her time so she is doing a little favor for us... gathering a few souls so we can break one of those pesky seals."
"Well, your fun stops now. Let the girl go," Dean said.
"Or what?" The demon blocking the door spoke up. "You'll put that little pig stick to use? There's no way you'd be able to take all of us down," He chuckled. "Without losing a few limbs of your own, at least."
The demon standing near the girl shook his head. "Besides, we have a good gig going here. We don't have to do anything. We just let the little banshee do all of our dirty work."
"Good to know you demons are slacking off and just having random spirits do the work for you. You guys must be exhausted from all that hard work," Dean said, rolling his eyes.
The demons had just opened their mouth to speak when the lights began to flicker. The building shook and a bright light shone through the windows as a high pitched screeching tore through the building. The demons' smug smiles vanished as their eyes widened and they started to flee the room. The Winchesters shielded their ears and eyes. When the light cleared and the screeching ceased, the brothers found the demons sprawled on the floor and a handsome young man with shaggy black hair was freeing the woman tied to the chair. The young man looked up with a tiny smile. "Hello, Dean... you miss me?"