princessg - Has it been that many chapters?! It has, hasn't it! It's gonna get worse before it gets better, but it's definately gonna get better! Danny named a star for her. I feel it is a good club to be a member of - we should recruit! lol. And I'm glad that Kris isn't giving any spoliers away (:P) But I will try to update as much as I can!

meadow567 - Ah, now that is the question! No, but he was trying to summon one and may have partially succeeded.

laplandgurl - lol, I'm sorry - I didn't mean to make it so confusing! (It all made sense in my head!) I'll go back and have a look at it!

Aphina - You can't kill Dean!! I'm glad the discomfort (you have no idea how long it took me to remember that work - I was going for uncomfotableness!) conveyed well. Sam and Dean are brilliant - I have plans for them once more, I think

Madison Bellows - It isn't, don't worry! And I'm glad you like both! (:D)

demolished-soul - I feel like something bad is always going to happen! (Oh wait, that's because I know what's happening! lol) And yeah, it was the creepy ex boyfriend!

brttmclv - Woo hoo! That makes me happy! I had to wait for the eppy to download and only got to watch it last night - it was very funny! But I only watch it for "Chisel Chest!", lol!

sparkyCSI - I have a weekend off (Hmm, perhaps I should have made sure you were sitting before I made that announcement!) So, hopefully, as soon as the house doesn't look like a tramp is living in it (yeah, it's that bad!), I shall be able to get some chapters written! And if you're gonna hit him, don't hit his face - he's too pretty!

RK9 - Oh, it really is one of my favourite shows - I can't stop singing it's praises! And if they're a distraction for you not to kil Tay, then good! Flack is well... all will be revealed! lol

Just thanks to my wonderful beta, sparkyCSI!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 177: I find my demons were my friends

Taylor careered full tilt down the alley and into the street. Right then, the only thing going through her mind was to get home. Sadly, fate had other plans as she ran smack into another body sending the two of them flying, limbs akimbo.

'Taylor?'

Taylor extracted herself from the tangled mess she was in and found herself staring at Sam. 'I swear to God, if that brother of yours comes near me once more tonight, I am going to-'

'That's not Dean,' Sam told her, offering a hand to help her to her feet.

Taylor stared up at him. 'If it looks like a pig, and grunts like a pig,' she told him through gritted teeth.

'He's a pig, yes. But he's a possessed pig.'

The anger dropped from Taylor's face in a split second. 'Come again?'

Sam sighed. 'Not here,' he told her, leading her towards his brother's Impala.

--

A short while later and Sam was perched on the edge of the bed whilst Taylor was dabbing at a bleeding cut just above his eyebrow.

'Say that again,' Taylor muttered, barely believing it.

'I had a premonition. In it you were being attacked by a demon.'

'Are you sure it wasn't just a… a flashback?' she offered hopefully.

Sam shook his head, and then winced at the motion. 'There was a guy. He summoned the demon. He was with you at the restaurant.'

'You followed me?' Taylor asked, outraged, jabbing at his cut a little harder than intended.

'Ouch,' Sam winced. 'Yeah,' he added. 'We were worried.'

'So you followed me?'

Sam rolled his eyes. 'Yeah. Deal with it.' Realizing she was probably only acting like that because she was scared, Sam softened his expression. 'When you left the restaurant, he followed soon after. We followed him back to his place in Red Hook.'

Taylor shook her head. 'He lives in Jersey.'

Sam shrugged. 'It was a bookstore. Old Stuff. A lot of occultist titles. Anyway, we crept in. He was hovering over an alter – very pagan like – knife ready to cut his hand.'

'Please tell me you stopped him from summoning a demon?' Taylor murmured, her face paling at the memory of the last one.

Sam nodded. 'Dean leapt at him. I didn't really see what was happening because I was destroying the alter, but when I turned around,' he shuddered. 'The guy-'

'Craig,' Taylor muttered distractedly.

'Craig was on top of him.' He bowed his head. 'I thought it was Dean who had-' He took a deep breath. 'It was Craig.'

Taylor sat down heavily on the bed next to him, staring through the blood spotted cloth in her hands. 'Oh,' she sighed. 'But where does Dean fit into this? Is Craig possessing him?'

'I think so,' Sam nodded. 'I went to check Dean was alright, and the next thing I know I was being sent flying.' He pointed up at the cut on his head. 'When I woke up, he was gone. Thankfully, he hadn't gone far – I found you quite quickly.'

Taylor's head slowly sank into her hands. 'Can't say I feel any less guilty for hitting him,' she muttered. She shook her head and sat abruptly upright. 'Right – let's exorcise the thing out of him.'

Sam eyed her warily. 'You are aware that an exorcism isn't all fun and games?'

'Perfectly,' Taylor looked thoughtful. 'I guess it would explain why Dean's eyes flashed black.'

Sam gaped at her. 'Black?'

Taylor nodded. 'I just thought he'd hit me a little bit too hard.'

'This is not good.' Sam rose to his feet and looked down at her. 'Do you know what a Devil's Trap is?'

Taylor frowned. 'Last time all it took was a bit of holy water-'

'Taylor, this is a guy who was summoning demons and is now in Dean's body, and by the sounds of things, he may have actually succeeded in summoning that demon. We are going to have to keep them in one place – a Devil's Trap is pretty much the only thing that's going to cut it.'

'But you just said-'

'I know what I just said, but then you said his eyes went black.'

Taylor exhaled deeply, scratching at her eyebrow. 'So where do we find a Devil's Trap, and how do we get Dean in it?'

Sam looked at her. 'You get Dean here. I'll worry about the trap.'

'And how am I supposed to do that?' Taylor asked. 'I just punched him.'

'Taylor, you're female. Craig clearly has a thing for you. Hell, I doubt Dean would say no,' he told her.

'I'm engaged, Sam!' she cried. 'I don't care if Dean is being possessed – I'm not about to cheat on Don.'

'Taylor!' Sam cried, clearly exasperated. 'I'm not asking you to sleep with him. I'm just telling you to get him here.'

--

It took ages to find Dean. They realized he wasn't answering Sam's cell, and Taylor had obviously not charged hers up because the battery was dead.

In the end (after explaining that her car had been stolen) she had borrowed their Impala and headed up to Red Hook and the address that Sam had given her of the bookstore (under the implicit instructions that the only way she was driving that car was because Dean was possessed and if she crashed it Dean would murder her!)

He… they… were there, in the back, staring down at the lifeless body of Craig.

'Dean?' Taylor called softly, so as not to startle him.

'Taylor?' Dean returned. 'What are you doing here?'

'Oh my God? Is that Craig?' she cried, hurrying over to her dead ex and checking his pulse.

Dean watched her, his arms folded, and said nothing.

'What happened?' she asked, genuine tears in her eyes from seeing Craig like that – she didn't want to get back with him, but she certainly never wanted him dead.

'You knew him?' he asked, gauging her reaction.

Taylor nodded. 'First boyfriend.'

'Really?' Clearly, he didn't know that fact.

'Yeah,' she muttered as she wiped away her tears. 'What happened?' she repeated. 'Shouldn't we call the police?'

Dean walked over and wrapped his arm around her. 'I've already called them,' he lied.

Taylor nodded slowly. 'I'm sorry I hit you, Dean.'

'That's alright,' he told her, subconsciously rubbing his jaw where she had smacked him. 'I think you should get out of here,' he told her.

'I'm fine,' Taylor sighed.

'You're not,' he said. 'I can always tell when you're lying.'

Taylor inhaled sharply, remembering why she was there. 'Dean, I don't want to be alone.'

'You don't have to be,' he told her, closing the distance between them.

Taylor ducked out of his arms and headed to the door. 'Can we go back to yours?'

'Mine?' he questioned.

'At the motel,' she told him. 'Remember, you told me about it this afternoon.'

'Oh, yeah,' he responded quickly, managing to hid the confused look very quickly. 'Yeah, um, I'll go get us a cab.'

Taylor shook her head. 'Your car is outside. Why can't we go in that?' she flung his keys at him. 'And you really shouldn't leave the keys behind the sun visor – not in this city – not if you want to return to a car.'

Dean eyed the keys suspiciously, but nodded, following her outside. He let out a low whistle when he spotted the car.

'What?' Taylor asked.

'Oh, nothing,' he said hurriedly. 'I just keep forgetting how cool my car is.'

The pair got into the car and Taylor had to fight to stop herself from rolling her eyes as Dean preened in the mirror. Admittedly it was a prettier reflection than Craig's original one, but still!

However, when Dean leant over and switched the radio on, pulled out the Judas Priest tape and flung it on the back seat, muttering how it was crap, before turning the radio on and settling with Lionel Ritchie, Taylor had to look out of the window. She'd been emailing Sam semi-regularly and he would frequently tell her that for once he would like control of the radio station and listen to something other than a metal band.

'So, do you know where this motel is?' Dean asked casually. 'Only I, uh, always get lost in this city.'

Taylor nodded and directed him back to the room.

--

Taylor bit her lip as she tried to keep the butterflies from churning in her stomach. Sam had told her that this was pretty much their only shot without having to incapacitate Dean first (or else, wait for some help from someone called Bobby) and she was beginning to feel the pressure. 'You were in two, right?' she asked him.

'Yeah, Dean nodded, looking slightly confused as he tried to work out how he was going to open the door.

'Please tell me you didn't leave the card under the mat?' Taylor asked, knowing perfectly well that was where Sam would have placed it. 'This isn't the middle of the boonies, Dean, it's the city. You're just asking for it.'

Dean leant over and pulled the corner of the mat back. 'I guess I'll have to stop doing that,' he frowned.

'Yeah,' Taylor agreed.

He swiped the keycard and pushed the door open and flicked the light switch.

It didn't come on.

He stood there for a couple of seconds flicking it on and off, to no avail, frowning at the darkness.

'Just turn a lamp on,' Taylor muttered impatiently.

Dean looked sharply at her. 'Why are you so keen to get into my room?' he asked her.

'Dean, it's raining, it's late, and I'm engaged,' she told him. I don't want to be standing in the doorway to some other guy's motel room.'

Dean's expression softened as he held out his hand. Taylor gave him a nervous smile and accepted it.

So, it's my first full weekend of in... weeks, and I decided that I wasn't going to get dressed. Then, I went to feed the rabbits and one of them is going bald, so it was a trip to the vet for them to pluck out his fur and tell me he can't live with his brother (so now he's living in a cardboard box). My washing maching is also on the blink, which is fun. But the point of this rambling - I am off, and could well be tempted, maybe daily, for a few days?!