A/N: The characters of supernatural aren't mine

~Chapter Two~

"Put away the dishes Gabe! Do the dishes Gabe! Oh and when you're done, take out the trash can Gabe! Seriously, I should have been named after a dog cause then it would have at least been fitting." Gabe paused, seeing the silhouette of a shadow and glanced up, relief spreading across his face when he noticed it wasn't anyone dangerous.

"What are you two doing out of here late at night?" Gabe thought to ask even though he knew it was of no good. The majority of the time it was them breaking into someone's houses whether it was the rich side of town or even the well to do middle class that made enough to become comfortable in their living. They weren't like a lot of people in Gabe's shoes where their parent or parents worked almost all the time and yet they still hardly had enough to make ends meet.

Mark the shorter of the two cleared his throat and indicated to his brother Jacob who was at least a whole head taller. Both were exact opposites of each other although they were twins. Fraternal twins to be exact but they never shown any indication other than age that they really shared the womb at the same time. Mark had long dark hair he kept in a low ponytail and big brown eyes. Jacob on the other hand had blonde hair that reached his mid back and he liked to keep it down. He had hazel eyes that glistened with malice when he thought of he had something particularly nasty on his mind. In fact both their eyes were glistening with some form of hidden malice and Gabe was somewhat hesitant in what it would entail.

"Remember old lady Cynthia?" Mark asked, crossing his arms and sharing a pleasant look with Jacob over it.

Gabe could only know what that meant. They probably hurt her and his gut churned at the thought of the nice old woman that allowed him to help her home whenever he would catch her out and about. She even gave him some cash as a tip and refused to take it back no matter how much he tried. He wondered aimlessly if his father would complain about that.

"Yeah I know her," Gabe answered cautiously.

"Apparently she died," Jacob picked up after his brother with a shrug. "She was real old anyways and she always had this creepy smile on her face. I think she should have been in a nursing home long before this anyways but hey, if you don't have family then there's nothing you could do but suffer as you rot your days away in old age."

Gabe didn't like that remark at all. He remembered how gentle and kind Miss Cynthia had been and it was rude of Jacob to say those things especially since he had known nothing of her family. He did though and it further caused him great sadness to think about what she had told him but he was glad that she finally got some peace. She was always talking about her little girl who had drowned down in the bay and how she always blamed herself because little Ainsley had only been four at the time.

"Well what do you want me to do about it?" Gabe asked and Jacob just laughed in response, slapping his arm as though it was a really funny joke.

Gabe didn't like it one bit. The twins may have lived in the same neighborhood as him but their mother made a lot more money in income thanks to the drugs she sold. They may not have had television but they had many fine-looking clothes that weren't worn out or had patches on them. Even now they were wearing expensive looking jeans, both blue whilst Mark wore a blue polo shirt and Jacob wore red. Gabe observed his long blue buttoned down t-shirt and patched and worn black jeans. He wore a white undershirt since it was known to be okay one minute but a little chilly the next. He knew it was just starting soon and he didn't want to imagine how they were going to handle winter this time around. It made Gabe glad that he was born in the end of March since it was spring and they didn't have to worry about all the snow they were going to get.

"We want to just go for a walk for now," Mark commented, placing an arm around Gabe's shoulders.

Jacob joined them, unable to hold back a laugh at the thought of what Gabe believed to be what they were planning. Maybe they would possibly tell him so he didn't have to guess but then they turned into an alley way and they laughed again.

"Do you believe in the supernatural Gabe?" Mark suddenly asked and for some strange reason, Jacob's face lit up like a beacon.

Still confused Gabe shook his head.

"Are you guys saying you believe in all that superstition?" He asked now starting to get worried. He was supposed to call his father and if he didn't get his butt home soon and told him he was fine, his father would ground his ass a lot longer than he probably already had for the fiasco at school. Forget suspension, it was going to feel a lot worse once his father was through with him.

"It's so true," Jacob spoke up with a frown. "We even caught one in a devil trap. It's a nice little demon but then again they are probably playing us because it probably wants to get out."

Gabe finally realized what they were getting at and fought to keep his laughter in. Demons? Really? They didn't exist and even if they had, the odds of both the twins capturing one had to be rare unless the demon really was stupid. He frowned thinking of all the possible things they could have done to it and wished that he had just went straight home now instead of taking the long way just to spite his father. He wasn't going to disobey a direct order from the man ever again unless it was about getting some money. Then it was all game.

"I don't want to know what you did with it," Gabe finally said and Mark laughed giving his shoulder a squeeze.

"Of course you would want to. We didn't hurt him yet. Not much anyways."

Somehow even with the disbelief still bubbling to the surface, Gabe decided it couldn't be that bad. They were obviously delusional and in need of a really good psychiatrist but other than that, they wouldn't kill some innocent man.

They couldn't, could they?

Caleb waited and waited for an opportunity such as this. Having lived the life he had, he had always thought of things that would have been better off had he simply not gone down that road. He knew of plenty of times that he thought what was being done to him was unfair only to find out afterwards that he should've cherished those moments. Glancing at his watch, he wondered how things had gotten so messed up.

Things had to change though so he would take that risk.

Glancing up from his Rolex, his thoughts turned to Sam and his gaze softened for what he felt had to be eternity. That man always was a good person that was stuck in a bad situation. Even though he did what so little people did and he refused to complain about it. Sure he always did whine over the destiny that befell over his head but once he realized it was useless, he accepted it and tried to change what he didn't like. So Gabriel coming into a picture had been a complete miracle although Caleb couldn't honestly say he met the guy, he liked the effect he had seemed to have on him. For one, it gave him his child, the one he would die for no matter what. Still, Caleb wished for once that things would turn out okay for him because he was sick of the man not getting a happy ending. It was always either drawn, worn out, or ended in something tragic.

He couldn't let the same thing happen.

Speeding up he paused to read the sign. Broadway and Lutheran Street. He sighed for what seemed like the twentieth time that day and thought back to what he ought to be doing. It didn't change things, he told himself. If he didn't stick to what he had to do instead of what he'd wanted, things wouldn't change and everything would be the same. They would, he told himself. Because he could name a couple of things that already because of that he found himself for the first time praying for a miracle.

Because if the outcome didn't change he would have to go back and try again.

"I don't think we should be making fun of the man Jacob," Gabe warned not liking what they were doing already.

The twins laughed despite that and the man looked on anxiously in trepidation of what was going to be done. Gabe couldn't let himself do nothing about it though. Did that man have a family? He probably did and what would they say if he suddenly turned up missing? He knew if it was his father he would beyond himself with fury. He wouldn't rest until he got the person responsible for it and did justice what the system has failed to do for years. He couldn't let those two get away with everything this time around because even if that man was a demon, he was sure they could very much go to jail for torture. Right? Because he was hoping when they mentioned demon, they meant the man was a very bad person and not this superstitious being that was commonly found in the bible or mainly the fantasy section of a book store. Sure he loved those fantasies but it couldn't be real, it was most often a delusion.

"Come on Gabe, stop being such a wimp. You think this demon would let you get away just because you were hurt? No man, he would tear out your intestines before you even had a chance to scream for help and then your family would hear a different version than what really happened to yah."

Gabe was still unconvinced and thought they were making it up to sound like the good guys. Did they even know what they were doing? He stepped towards the man in question and took a good solid look at him. He had on a nice black suit that was now torn and had blood stains on it thanks to the beating. His blue tie was wrinkled but other than that, Gabe was sure he wouldn't have to replace that. Yet his face took the massive of all the beatings that they put the guy through. He had dried blood crusting around his nostrils and the side of his forehead had it too. He felt really sorry for the man who had to endure it whilst being in a chair so he couldn't defend himself from any of it. To make matters worse they were taking it to a whole new level. Didn't they see they were hurting him?

"Stop Gabe," Mark warned him. "He's fine. Our dad is a hunter and he got torn apart by this shit bag-"

"Please I didn't!" The man in question spoke up for the first time. Gabe turned his head at the pleading tone in his voice and bit his lip, not believing he was just letting them get away from this. He couldn't live with himself if they did anything to him though. He wouldn't. "I have a wife and two girls! Lindsay and Emily! My wife will be beside herself with worry and if anything were to happen to me then she would be alone and scared!"

"STOP LIEING YOU DAMNED DEMON!" Mark shouted, letting his anger get the best of him. "YOU DIDN'T SEEM TO CONSIDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN WHEN YOU KILLED MY FATHER! MY MOTHER WAS LEFT ALONE AND PREGNANT WITH KIDS WHO NEVER GOT TO SEE THEIR FATHER!"

"Please have mercy!" The man screamed.

"SHUT UP!"

Jacob striking the man around the head made Gabe making up his mind. Before either of them could warn him not to do anything stupid, he crossed the red paint and untied him from the chair, cutting him loose with a pocket knife he found in the dumpster some weeks back. It was old and ratty but it had its purposes and he didn't see any harm in keeping it since it had been thrown away in the first place.

The man lost all of his helplessness and before Gabe could even utter a sound, the knife was pressed to his throat and the man had an evil about him that made Gabe wince. Couldn't they have said that this man was a mass serial killer or something? Someone who robbed lives and killed babies? Because demon just wasn't a word to define this man with alone. He seemed too evil for that.

"You will let me out of this nice little devil trap that you two rusted up between you or the brat gets a cut to his throat," The man growled and Gabe finally discovered that for some reason the guy couldn't seem to get out of the painted pentagram. Was it really a joke to them because this was going too far already and if he didn't call to let his dad know he was okay then he was sure there would be police all over the place when he finally reached the house.

"Let Gabe go," Mark scowled.

"Nope, you can't make the rules anymore," the man replied snidely. "In fact, this kid could probably get me out, couldn't yah kid?"

"Don't do it," Jacob quickly spoke up. "If you do he would go on a killing spree and it won't be pretty for you at all. Maybe you will still die if we can't help you but think of the millions of others that would get hurt from this pig-"

"Well I could name person that would make my ass grass," Gabe surmised and the man chuckled darkly, letting the knife nick him a little so Gabe could see that he wasn't playing.

"Are you going to let me out of here any time soon? I'm wasting daylight hours."

Gabe lazily tried to turn his eyes to his direction but found that he couldn't since the man had a tight grip on him. Instead he rolled his eyes and muffled a hiss when he felt the knife pressed further against his throat as if to give him a warning. He was sure that it made a tiny cut there already and wanted desperately to get far away without being harmed. He should have never followed them here; he knew that now because this was such a bad idea from the start.

"Well I was thinking of but you kind of have the knife held there and I couldn't very well bring myself to move into it no matter how much the sight of my blood would please you."

"Did you just sass me boy?" the man asked lethally.

"I believe the correct term was question," Gabe quickly corrected. "And if you at least loosen the hold a bit, I could very well do what you ask of me."

He felt it loosen and knowing that he wasn't playing around with the knife, Gabe brought his foot to the circle and made sure that he did what was asked of him. Seeing the break in the pentagram, the man threw Gabe aside and appeared instantly behind the twins, knocking them to the wall. Gabe winced seeing that they were unconscious and made a mental note to try to apologize to them when they weren't in a pissed off mood. Seeing the demon come towards him suddenly made Gabe a believer. No normal human would have the strength to do all this and there was a reason that he wouldn't be able to get out of the pentagram. It was a demon trap like one of the twins had told him. Scuffing at his own stupidity, he backed up and cursed their luck at having to do this in an abandoned warehouse on Malcolm Avenue. Nothing good ever happened around this street unless it was a drug deal and those usually happened towards the opposite direction facing 22nd Street. Cursing his luck again, Gabe was pretty sure he was out of options when his back hit the wall and he saw the demon grin.

"I'm not the one that hurt you," Gabe spoke up hoping to distract him. It did neither since the demon just grinned maliciously. "I even saved you from those two. Shouldn't you be trying to be a little nicer to me? Don't you have that debt you have to pay for me saving your, uh, I can't say soul because you ain't got one do yah?"

"Pretty clever for a kid," The demon admitted grinning even more maliciously than Gabe ever thought was possible.

"I was at the top of my class last year. I even got every question right on my entrance exam," Gabe told him. "It gave my dad an excuse to say that I was smart and whatever I did was not going to work on him. In simpler terms, he knew I wasn't stupid."

"You ever heard that you have a smart mouth?" The demon seemed a little annoyed now and Gabe tipped his head sideways.

"I just got done telling yah that I'm at the top of my class. I'm also not liked much either-"

"With you being you, I could see why." Gabe saw that the demon was now clearly agitated and that was not a good sign.

"Why must you do everything in your power to kill me?" Gabe asked and the demon halted a second before coming straight for him.

Leaning back against the wall again, he curled up into a ball hoping that would be enough and closed his eyes for when it wasn't. The demon was closing in and Gabe was sure today would be the day he was going to die. He didn't want to die a version. Like hell! He never even got a chance to ask a girl out and now he was going to die young and make his father lose all interest in life. He always told him that if God forbid, anything happened to Gabe, his father would tell them to dig a second grave because his father would follow him six feet under.

He grimaced at the sad truth, opening his eyes, and had almost accepted his fate even though it wasn't quite fair when a sudden white light flashed between them, blinding Gabe from even seeing what was going on.

Everything in his path was now a blinding light that was sure to make him blind and if the demon was anywhere close, he was sure that the demon was feeling the effects if not more since he was a dark creäture.

Gabe just hoped he wouldn't have to die just yet.