Welcome back for chapter forty-one. We're still in Cara's point of view, as a reminder. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my idea and OC. Everything else belongs to it's respective owners. Including the idea of a vampire being cursed with a soul which I borrowed and made it a demon born with a soul. No infringement intended.
Warning: This chapter contains spoilers for S1 Ep15: Benders. If you haven't seen it, I suggest you do so. You were warned.

Rocky Road

When the little girl screamed Daddy, two of the rednecks came at us from two different directions. I tackled the guy coming from the kitchen to the ground but ended up getting punched off him and into the other room. Unfortunately, my hands were still cuffed together so I was at a disadvantage but the training from my parents was enough to beat some stumbly redneck. I watched Dean get thrown across the room and I went to help him but the redneck I was dealing with, grabbed my ankle and I dropped to the ground. He started to drag me through the living room but, using my hands as leverage, I wrapped my legs around his neck and threw him across the room. I looked over at Dean, noticed he was in trouble, and hopped on the redneck attack him and tried to choke him out. He grabbed my restraints and threw me into the wall across the room, not knocking me out but definitely knocking me down. I could only watch as some old redneck came up behind Dean and knocked him out with a frying pan. The guy looked at Dean and smiled before looking at me. "Get her." I tried to get up but the rednecks were faster and I still had a knife in my side. They picked me up and twisted my arms behind my back, making me scream in pain. In order to keep my hands where they wanted them, the rednecks put a pipe between my arms and my back. I watched them pick Dean up and tie him to a chair.

"What should we do with her? Hunt her like the rest? She's got fight in her, that's for sure."

"No. Let's see what she does when I talk to this one over here. Just hold her steady." I started to struggle against my restraints as they woke Dean up from his little nap.

"Come on, let us hunt him."

"Yeah, this one's a fighter. Sure would be fun to hunt." The old man started to laugh, showing his nasty brown teeth.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me."

"Told you they were hunters." The old man looked at me, glared at me for what I could only guess was speaking out of turn and backhanded me, making me sag against my restraints.

"That's what this is about? You yahoos hunt people?" They all just smiled and I rolled my eyes, earning a painful squeezing of my arms together by the guy holding me.

"You ever killed before?" I looked at Dean, waiting for him to say the answer I already knew.

"What?' Dean laughed. "Well, that depends on what you mean."

"I've hunted all my life. Just like my father, his before him. I've hunted deer and bear. Even got a cougar once. But the best hunt is human. Oh, there's nothing like it. Holding their life in your hands. Seeing the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive."

"You're a sick puppy." I laughed, earning a knee to the back which made me turn my head to look at the guy holding me. Dean's words seemed to upset the oldest redneck.

"You give them a weapon. Give 'em a fighting chance. It's kind of like our tradition passed down, father to son. Course only one or two a year, never enough to bring the law down. We've never been that sloppy."

"Newsflash, gramps. You got sloppy." The old man glared at me, stepped away from Dean and punched me in the face, making me spit blood out on the floor.

"Well, don't sell yourself short. You're plenty sloppy."

"So what? You with that pretty cop? You a cop?"

"If I tell you, promise not to make me into an ashtray?" One of the rednecks stepped forward and punched Dean in the face for his backtalk. As the guy stepped back, I kicked him in the back of the leg to knock him down. That earned me a punch to the stomach by the oldest redneck.

"Only reason I don't let my boys take you right here now is that there's something I need to know."

"Yeah, how about how it's not nice to marry your sister?" I watched the old man step behind Dean and grab a red hot poker out of the flames.

"Tell me. Any other cops going to come looking for you?"

"Oh, eat me. No, no, wait. You actually might." One of the rednecks stepped forward and held Dean's head back as the oldest redneck brought the poker close to Dean's face. Thinking quickly, I kicked the redneck away from Dean but that earned me a slam face-first into the wall behind me. I watched an idea pass the old man's eyes and he walked over to me with the poker pointed in my direction. The redneck holding me yanked my head back and held me in place as the oldest redneck got in my face.

"You think this is funny? You won't think it's funny after you see what I do with your girl, here. You brought this down on my family." Dean still didn't say a word to this guy and he was bringing that poker within millimeters of my neck. "Alright. You wanna play games? We'll play some games." The old man smirked at Dean as he brought the red hot poker in contact with my neck, making me scream bloody murder so to speak. I could feel the skin burning all way down to the base and no matter how much I regenerated, there was going to be a scar there. He took the poker off my neck and I sank in the redneck's arms. Still not a word from Dean, though. The oldest redneck grabbed my face and looked at Dean before smirking. "Alright, boys. Looks like we're going to have a hunt tonight after all." The redneck holding me, dropped me on the ground and I immediately collapsed in a heap not just from pain but from exhaustion as well. "And you get to pick the animal. The boy, the cop or your lady friend right here."

"Now, now wait. There's no one coming for me. Alright, it's just us." I glared at the old redneck as he dragged me to my feet and in front of Dean.

"You don't choose, I will." He looked at me as he burned part of my shoulder, making me scream again.

"You son of a bitch." The redneck took the poker off my shoulder and aimed it at my eye.

"Next time, I'm taking an eye."

"Why not make it two? Give yourselves a real hunt." Everyone looked at me and the oldest redneck smirked.

"Sounds like a plan. Who will it be, pretty boy?"

"Alright, alright. Her and the guy." The oldest redneck handed the redneck behind him a key.

"Go do it. Don't let him out though. Shoot him in the cage." The one redneck left and the other one picked me up and dragged me out of the living room. "Tie her down and shoot her at the steps."

"What?. I thought you said you were going to hunt them. You're gonna give him a chance."

"When you're done with those two, shoot the other bitch too." The redneck smiled as he grabbed his gun. "Clean this mess up before any other cops come running out here."

"If you hurt my brother, I swear I'll kill you. I'll kill you all."

"Clay? Clay!" The oldest redneck told the little girl to watch Dean as he threw me up against the wall. The little girl kept dangling her knife next to Dean's eye and that was the final straw. I stood up, ignored the little girl brandishing her knife at me and kicked her in the face. I twisted my arms back in front of me and helped Dean out of his restraints.

"We gotta get Sam." I nodded and the two of us took off towards the barn. We heard gunshots, feared the worst and increased our speed. We walked in just as we saw Sam locking up the one redneck while the cop held the oldest at gunpoint. She was telling Sam to leave her alone with the oldest redneck. I heard a gunshot and figured that the cop had shot him for killing her brother. Sam and Dean walked me back to my car but only Sam stayed.

"How are you holding up, Cara?"

"In pieces but I'll live. How about you?"

"I'll live. Do you think Dean is okay?"

"Yeah. He'll be fine."

"Anything happen between you two?" I just looked at Sam. "Right. I won't ask that again. I guess we're taking your car back since Dean said his was at the police station. I just nodded. "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm slowly bleeding, Sam, and I've got burns on me. What do you think?"

"Right." We watched Dean come back into view with his hands in his pockets.

"She said that police and FBI are headed this way so we should get out of dodge." I nodded and handed my keys to Sam. "How come he gets to drive?"

"Because it's my car and I said so." I hopped in the back and went to stretch out but noticed that Dean was joining me in the back seat. "Why aren't you riding shotgun?"

"Someone's gotta take care of you." I smiled as Sam started my car up. "By the way, Sam, don't do that again."

"Do what?"

"Go missing." He laughed at Dean as Dean started to look at my cuts.

"Were you worried?"

"No. Next time you vanish like that, I'm not looking for you."

"Yes you will." Sam pulled away from the farm and headed towards town.

"Shut up."

"So, Dean, you got taken down by a thirteen year old girl?" I watched Dean roll his eyes. "Getting a rusty there, kiddo."

"Shut up, Sam." I smiled at the two brothers bickering. It made me miss my own family but these boys sure know how to make me feel like a part of their family.

-FIN-

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