Supernatural

The plane landed with a sharp bump, jolting Estelle awake. The pilot's voice informed her that they had arrived. Over the top of the airport, she could see the roofs of office buildings and the white house. The seat belt sign turned off and the usual hurry began to squeeze off before anyone else. Being small, she could push through the crowd. As soon as her feet touched the solid ground again, she was ushered into the main building. Inside the sparkling white building, she avoided picking up luggage since all she had was a backpack and instead, headed to these restrooms to change back into her other clothes. She washed the last of the makeup off and headed to the bus, jumping to the last seat. The warehouse was nearest one of the last stops. By then, the bus would be empty. It started to shake as the motor came on and she saw a couple with a girl a few years younger than her walk happily past, talking silently. She wondered if she would ever have met Sam and Dean if she had been like this with a family…

December 2010

Estelle walked, taking her time and looking slowly at every Christmas decoration, to Jeannine's office. She had got a message through Karen that she was wanted and she was sure it was about her and Lynn taking all of Marcie's makeup (Marcie had taken all of her clothes and thrown them in a pile of mud. She burst through the door into an office covered with terrible drawings done by the 5 year olds and tinsel. Jeannine was sitting at her desk with her surprisingly short pile of paperwork in front of her. She was wearing a Santa hat and, for once, a smile. It made her look strangely pretty. "Look, it wasn't my fault. Marcie started it. Why do you always tell me off and not her? She always starts everything and_"

"Estelle. That's not what I've called you here about. She turned to her left where a tall man with black, spiky hair in a plain, grey t-shirt and jeans who looked like a rock star, stood next to a shorter woman. She had brown, wavy hair like Estelle but instead, had thin, blue eyes.

"Estelle, this is Zane and Lauren Holmes. They want to adopt you." Estelle stood, looking shocked for a moment when Lauren started to speak. "It's ok if you don't want to. I understand. You'd have to leave all your friends." She had an unusually high voice. "You don't start middle school for almost a year and no one would know."

"Are you kidding?" Estelle cut in. "I'd love to." Unsure what to do, she ran forward and hugged Lauren.

Estelle sighed. At the time, she had thought that they would be a happy family but she was so wrong. Both of them had prepared a bedroom for her back at home which they had already painted. It was completely pink from ceiling to floor with a flower light and very small so she could never have friends come and stay which proved a problem because she was always being invited to friend's houses. She was not allowed to decorate her room in any way or go to any after school classes and they barely ever went out for dinner. And then there was Lauren and Zane's work. They were part of an enormous company, based in New York and had to go to conferences, practically every weekend. They were always too busy to take her out or help her with her homework and they often fought. It could be from anything why the other came home so late to whose turn it was to do the washing up. She wondered if they were worrying about her now. Had they guessed she had run away yet? She had not taken much from her room, just her purse, a few clothes and some books. They probably would not have noticed.

They arrived at her bus stop and she hopped off. The streets here were almost completely empty. She looked back at the bus, wondering if she should turn back but curiosity got the better of her. She had gotten this far and she had to know the truth. She turned down one road and passed a smoking man. He grinned, showing three gold teeth. "Are you lost darlin'?"

"No." Her voice came out a squeak and she hurried on. Her mobile buzzed in her pocket and she forced herself to read her texts.

4 new texts.

Rayna: where r u?

Txt me as soon as u get this

Dean: Call as soon as u get this

Sam: We're really worried about you. Please call.

What was she doing? She reached for the call button, then, reluctantly stopping herself, she ran to the end of the street. Left turn. Right turn. Dodge then path of that car. And then, she was standing outside the barbed wire fence. She hid behind a dustbin and peered through. Approximately 100 men and women, all dressed in smart, black suits, stood outside, all armed with guns. That meant there would be another hundred inside. Holy water and salt in her right hand and the exorcism chant in the other, she squashed herself under a gap in the fence. She crept along, keeping to the wall and then finally began to chant at the top of her voice when she was close enough.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

The demons looked frantically around and when they caught the source of the noise, hurried towards her. She unscrewed the lid of the holy water and threw just a bit at one, making him scream. She finished the chant with difficulty and the most amazing thing happened. Every single one of them screamed and a black smoke erupted from their mouths. The vessels fell to the floor, unconscious or possibly dead. She tried not to think about it. Making sure the coast was clear, she ran for the door and fitted her hair pin into the lock. The click came quickly and she was in. This time, she was noticed straight away and the first demon, an Asian woman with a scar on her cheek, ran straight at her, flashing her black eyes. Estelle was ready first and, regrettably, stabbed her in the throat with the demon knife. An orange light shone in her eyes and then went out. Two more demons, this time men in their thirties, fired at her and she ducked behind a crate. She traced a careful line of salt around herself and darted to the right where a man stood. He did not notice her until it was too late and she had taken his gun and surrounded him in salt. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." He was gone and his vessel fell face first on to the cold floor. She heard the lightest patter of footsteps and spun round with her knife at the ready to stab her in her grotesque face. That was the last of the demons in this area. She had counted. That meant just 95 more. "Great" she muttered and sped on…