Don't you just love snow days? Snow days = more time for me to write = more chapters! Let me know what you think of this chapter, I'm not sure if I totally love this chapter. I used the exorcism from The Supernatural Book of Monsters, Spirits, Demons, and Ghouls, by Alex Irvine. Well, Enjoy!~kt
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"Luna?" Sam whispered out. He had woken up in a dark bedroom. The single window was open, which allowed an extremely cold breeze to enter the room. The bedroom was quite large. There was a single bed against the wall, a dresser on the wall opposite and a desk on the wall opposite the door next to the window. On the bed, surrounded by stuffed animals, was a small child. "Luna?" he called for a second time. The little girl stirred.
Luna's head pounded. Not this, she thought, not again. She was back in her ten year old body. It was going to be two-thirty in the morning soon. He would be coming soon and there was nothing she could do to stop it. He'd take her young body for a joy ride. Luna stirred in the bed. She couldn't sleep like this. Luna heard a voice. Oh no, she thought. She sat strait up in the bed and looked around. There in the middle of her bedroom was a giant. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
She had told him not to touch her! What the fuck. She angrily got out of bed. "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked.
Sam looked down at the girl that barely reached his bellybutton. "Luna?" he questioned once more.
"Yeah, who else?" she retorted. Once they woke up in real life he was going to get it!
"Where are we?" Sam asked.
"My bedroom." Sam looked puzzled.
"Of course, the year would be 1994. I'm ten Sam." She looked up at the giant that now stood a good two and a half feet taller than her.
"Luna," Sam said worried, "What happened when you were ten?" Luna laughed bitterly. She had that wild look in her eyes. She was scared, Sam could tell.
"Well you just had to follow me, so you get to watch it first hand! You just couldn't trust me enough to wait for me to get to know you guys a little better to have me trust you and tell you about what actually happened sixteen years ago. I knew stuff about your guy's past and you didn't think it was fair did you?" she accused.
"No. I picked you up from off the floor and put you on the bed and while doing that you must have gone into you vision pulling me with you. I honestly didn't try to follow you in your vision," Sam explained. He didn't want Luna to be mad at him too. He needed a friendship with someone. The night light in the room flickered. Luna glanced at the clock's glowing red numbers that read two thirty.
"It's show time," Luna said smugly, but he could see that she was nervous. She walked over to her bed and climbed under the covers. A cold gust of air blew in through the window bringing with it a cloud of black smoke. It manifested itself into a shadow of a person, pulled back the covers and entered Luna through her mouth. The ten year old screeched and arched her back. She got out of the bed, her eyes glowing a bright yellow in the dark room.
"Looks like someone forgot to wear their charm bracelet to bed," the girl said tauntingly. Sam froze. He was dead. He and Dean had killed him. He couldn't be here. Wait; if Luna was dead then this had to be part of her past.
Luna couldn't do anything to stop him. She had to sit back and watch Azazel use her body. She had been in this position at least ten times since the first time.
Sam followed Azazel out of the bedroom and down the hall to another room. He walked in behind the young Luna and observed a bed with two sleeping figures. She crept over to the side where the man slept.
"Nighty-night Father dear," the possessed Luna sneered. She reached under the pillow and twisted her father's neck and he was dead. In the meantime the woman had woken up. She grabbed a knife from under her pillow. As Luna walked around to the other side of the bed, the woman attacked her.
"Lena!" she raggedly said after being knocked into a wall, a defensive move made by the demon. Sam watched helplessly as the man lay dead on the bed and the woman losing the fight.
"Why, you seem surprised Margaret. Don't you remember me?" The demon teased. The woman's eyes went wide.
"Azazel," she whispered. She ran towards Luna knife bared and again was thrown against the wall.
"Mommy, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me mommy," the ten year-old said. Sam gasped. This was why Luna was such a flight-risk, temperamental, person. Luna walked over to her mother's limp body.
"Lena, be strong Lena. Fight him. Fight him," Margaret cried. Luna picked up the knife that was knocked from her mother and held it close to her mother's neck. "I love you Lena." The knife glided slowly across her throat, leaving a crimson line in its wake.
"Mom!" yelled a boy around twelve with the same colored hair as the mother. "Lena what are you doing?"
"David I presume. Such a pleasure to meet you. My name is Azazel," Luna said while getting off the body of her now dead mother.
"Lena cut it out!" The boy cried. Sam suspected that he wasn't more than thirteen years old. He was scared. The family didn't seem like a family of hunters, but the mother had kept a knife under her pillow and knew Azazel. Sam couldn't figure out what the connection was.
"Lena's not here at the moment. Can I take a message?" Azazel walked toward the scared boy. "Remember Mommy said we had to look out for monsters and the Uncle John hunts them? Well I am one. I'm the reason that your Uncle only comes around once or twice a year. He's looking for me. I'm the one that killed his wife. And now I'm the one that killed your parents." The boy pointed a gun at Luna.
"I'm sorry Lena," David said and pulled the trigger. The bullet missed and stuck in the wall. Azazel used this time to knock the revolver out of the boy's hands and turn it against him.
"David. Tsk tsk tsk. Such a silly boy; trying to kill a demon with a revolver? You know that would just kill your sister." Azazel raised the gun to David's head. He didn't even flinch. Sam was impressed. The kid was barely a teenager and he faced this demon without fear.
"Exorcizo te, immundissime spiritus, omnis incursio adversarii, omne phantasma, omnis legio, in nomine domini nostri jesu christi erdicare-." A shot rung out in the room making instant silence.
"Now that's better. What am I going to do with you little Lena? You are awfully powerful but I doubt that you'll side with me after witnessing our playtime. It will be a shame wasting such power like yours."
Sam heard a noise coming from the hallway. He wondered if it was another sibling. Who came in through the door shocked Sam.
"Dad?" he whispered. John crept up behind the demon. It spun around and lunged at him. John plunged the knife into Luna's abdomen. She crumpled to the ground.
"Lena, are you okay?" John asked the little girl. "Here drink this." He gave her a flask which Sam assumed was holy water.
"Uncle John?" asked Luna, her eyes fluttering. "It hurts," she whispered as tears ran down her face.
"It's okay. It's going to be okay." John held her close and smoothed down her bed-head hair. The room started to blacken. The vision was ending and Sam knew more about Luna then he ever had intended. He wondered what she was going to be like when they woke up.
As he started to regain consciousness he felt a warm body curled up against him and he put his arm over it. He opened it up and realized it was Luna. At that same moment Luna's eyes fluttered open and realization hit her like a brick wall. She scrambled out of Sam's arm and bolted to the bathroom. Sam sat up and turned to Dean. He stared at him looking for some kind of clue of what he saw.
"Dude, you think our childhood was messed up?" Sam asked. It was the only thing he could think of to describe what he had seen. Luna was really Lena, Azazel had possessed her, making her kill her whole family and his father had known her and had, he presumed, saved her.
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