Supernatural
"You let her do what? Why didn't you tell us earlier?" Dean was not happy. He had just got back from hunting a zombie in New Mexico and was not happy to get back to Estelle being gone. "Dean, please let me explain." Rayna looked innocently into Dean's light green eyes. "No. I knew we couldn't trust you. You let her take on 200 demons on her own. I knew we couldn't trust a witch!"
"Dean, stop it!" Sam seized his brother's hand, just before it could make contact with her face. "You know what she's going through, please." Rayna suddenly looked excited.
"I know where she's gone."
"Really? Where?"
"Well, I don't exactly know but she was using her computer right before I caught her. We can check her internet history."
"That's actually a good idea. Well done Rayna."
"Don't patronise me." She took out Estelle's laptop. "Right, she was looking up flights to Washington DC and…warehouse 5a, 35th street. That must be where she's gone."
"We'll have to use teleportation to get there in time and we'll need Cas too if we want to take on these demons. Cas!"
"Hello Dean." Cas appeared, looking quite sick.
"Cas, you look awful. Are you ok?" asked Dean. "We need to go to Washington DC to find Estelle and we need your help." He showed some expression of confusion. "I found some umm, very interesting photo frames."
"Photo frames? Seriously? Cas, I'll never understand you. You like Estelle don't you? Do you really want her to get killed?" Cas looked like he was about to say something and then stopped. "Fine. Let's go."
Estelle hid underneath the trolley that another crate was being held on. She carefully poured holy water on to the ground and with a deep breath, yelled "Hey you black eyed douchebags! I'm over here!" This caused a load of confusion and finally, at least fifty demons, probably all the ones left in this room ran over and began to slip in the water, crying for help as their skin steamed. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." Again, she watched that amazing display of rising black smoke, covering her eyes and almost blinding her and then, it was all gone. She knew she had to carry on and find out exactly what it was that she was looking for when she decided to peek through one of the "air holes" in the crate next to her. She put one eye to it and then gasped in horror because, inside was bodies. Mutilated, mangled corpses of men, women, children of every age, size and nationality. The one that caught her attention most was a little boy, no older than six but with his arm missing and his head wrenched to the side. His face was coated in dried blood and his lips open in a scream. She could imagine his last minutes and tried to push this image out of her head and instead moved on.
The next room was far smaller and much easier for the 45 or so demons left to find her in. This time, luckily, there were none guarding the door and she was free to dodge behind a stack of smaller crates (she wondered if these were dead pets). She came up behind the elderly lady with the demonic face and with a deep breath and her eyes shut; she covered her mouth and dragged her behind the crates before mercilessly, slicing the knife across her chest. The next demon looked away and she ran behind him, repeating what she did to the woman. He made a lot more noise and it was harder to muffle his yells. She did this six more times before being spotted and this time, she was surrounded. Two demons grabbed her and held up their own knifes but she was not going down without a fight and she kicked out just like she did with Marcie all those years ago. "Ow! You little_" But he was interrupted by a face full of salt. "Aaaaahhhhhhh!" A few backed away. "Cowards!" yelled the other attacker and bounced the knife across her arm, making the slightest cut. She fought the pain and, unable to reach the exorcism in her pocket started trying to remember. "Exorcizamus…"
"Nice try. You can't remember it can you, you little human?" She didn't answer and instead did another attempt. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
"Noooooooooooo!" the demon who seemed to be the leader yelled as he vanished into the air and his vessel fell, unconscious, backwards. There was one more door at the end of this room. She stepped over the sleeping bodies and reached for it, uncertainly. It was wooden and unlocked so she pushed it open, just a crack to see if anyone was left. The coast was clear. She pushed it the full way and ran inside. This was it. At the end of the room was a final door, iron and just over a metre high. The lock was tiny. No pin could fit in there to pick it. The only thing she knew that could possibly open it was…her necklace. This had to be it. This was the reason she had been left with it so young. So she could find out the truth one day and now was the time. She opened the silver clasp and unfastened it from her neck. Time slowed down. She could not move. She could not breathe. Her life flashed before her eyes. Then, with a deep breath, she fitted the key into the lock and twisted…