The Demon

Dean of course, started fighting just enough not to hurt the man but at least avoid being hurt myself. I yanked the bat from the man's hand as Dean tried pinning him to the wall. "Get out of my house!" He shouted. Sam tried talking to him to calm him down but the man was clearly to distraught. Monica was upstairs and heard the ruckus, "Charlie? Is everything ok?" She called.

"Monica, get the baby!" Charlie screamed.

That was when Sam screamed. "Don't go in the nursery!"

"Listen to us, Monica!" I shouted up the stairs, heading towards it.

"You stay away from her!" Charlie screamed, struggling harder. Dean just got annoyed and back handed him with enough force to knock him unconscious.

Upstairs, Monica was wearing a long white nightgown, just like the one Mary Winchester had worn the night she died almost twenty three years ago. She slowly stepped into her infant's daughter nursery where the dark figure of a man stood over her crib. "What are you," she started. The man turned, raising his hand and Monica's mouth fell open in silent shock as she was flung against the wall without being touched.

I was running up the stairs as fast as I could, skipping three at a time followed by Sam nearly running me over. Monica was slowly being slid up the wall to the ceiling even though nothing was touching her. Sam and I burst into the room, freezing as the man turns to us. His yellow eyes were shining from the street light showing through the window. I know I talked big but standing in the face of my other's murderer, I froze. Sam only snapped out of it when Monica screamed for her baby.

"Sam, the gun!" I shouted. Sam rose the colt and pulled the trigger but by then, it was to late. The demon disappeared in a puff of smoke and Monica fell to the floor screaming. Monica was literally wrestled out the room by Sam while I snatched the baby from the crib as gentle and quick as I could. Which was hard because while I was barely able to handle children, I was clueless among infants, not sure if I was holding Rosie to tight or not tight enough. But turns out, whatever I did couldn't be to bad considering what could've happened. Not seconds after I pull the crying Rosie out did the crib burst into flames that were already high enough to lick the ceiling. I slowly backed away, gaping at the flames before I sprinted out the room and down the stairs.

At the warehouse, John stopped at a dead end alley, trying to catch his breath. He looked around frantically but didn't get far before an invisible force slammed him against the wall. He groaned in pain when he slammed his head against the wall.

At Monica's house, the nursery window exploded as the flames swallowed the room, smoke quickly filling the house. Monica and Sam were both coughing as Monica was led out of the house by Sam. Charlie was just now waking up, staggering up in the grass where Dean had left him, Dean was just now running out the house coughing. Charlie's face was red in anger, "You get away from my family!" He shouted waving a face.

"No Charlie, don't!" Monica shouted as I came running out the house, baby in my arms. I was pretty sure I was coughing up a lung and Monica started to cry. "They saved us." She said, taking her wailing baby out of my arms. "Thank you." It was nice to be thanked for once. Monica didn't know what happened tonight but she knew enough to know she owed her life, her babies, and her husband's to these three. I turned back to the house engulfed in flames, paling when I saw the demon figure in the nursery window watching us.

"It's still in there!" Sam shouted, trying to run back inside.

Dean grabbed Sam under his shoulders, wrestling him back. "Are you insane!" I shouted at Sam, going in there after this demon wasn't worth our lives.

"It's burning to the ground!" Dean shouted, throwing him back. "It's suicide!"

"I don't care!" Sam shouted.

"Well maybe some of us do care!" I shouted. Now all we could do was watch as the house burned and the shadow of the demon in the window disappeared.

At their motel room, I was just now editing the bathroom, running my fingers through my mess of damp hair that had previously been coated in ash. I had my phone pressed against my ear, the other hand furiously towel drying my hair. "I'm sorry Derek but I can't really talk now. Things are getting kind of hectic on the work front. Talk to you later." I hung up and tossed the phone onto the bed next to where Sam was sitting.

Dean would have usually thrown a hissy fit over my contact with Derek but he was a little too busy pacing and growing frustrated because dad wasn't answering his phone. "Something's wrong." Dean decided, lowering his phone.

"Of course it is, something's always wrong." I scowled, dropping my towel. Sam was busy though, glaring at the wall with the biggest bitch face I've seen yet.

Dean got in front of him trying to snap him out of it. "You hear me? Something's wrong."

Sam was still stuck on our failure against the demon. "If you had just let me go in there, I could have ended all of this." I scowled, about ready to hit him.

"The only thing you would have ended was your life." Dean snapped.

"And then ours when we ran in there after you!" I huffing-ly threw my towel on the bed.

Sam gave us a both sharp look with a clenched jaw. "You wouldn't have to go in with me. And you don't know I would die doing it."

"You're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?!" Dean shouted. Our lives were screwed up.