The blonde pulled out the gun and was about to shoot the man when the echo of steps came round the corner. Hiding the gun, she stepped in Amelia's way, directing her back to the kitchen.
"I think this might help his therapy," Arielle lied in a rushed but quiet tone. "I would like to study his interaction without interruption. Would it be too much to ask you to wait in the kitchen?" Amelia nodded solemnly and turned to head back but a cry called her attention back and both women raced to the living room. Jimmy stood over a collapsed Roger, a candlestick in his hand as he beat him.
Amelia watched him in horror and Arielle gritted her teeth. "Jimmy, stop!" his wife yelled and made to grab him, but Arielle stopped her. Heavy breathing came from the brunette and he turned, his eyes wide and scared.
"He's a demon!" Jimmy said, directing the words to Arielle as his frantic eyes switched between the young woman and the man on the floor. "Take her and run!"
"Stop it!" Amelia yelled again and Arielle pushed her out of the room and towards the kitchen, her mind now on the young daughter on her own. "You said he was better," Amelia sobbed.
Arielle pulled her into the kitchen, glad to see Claire still sitting. Her face was slightly pale though, and she knew she'd heard all the commotion going on in the other room. "I'm sorry," Arielle stated, motioning for Claire to follow. "This is why it was to be supervised. I wasn't sure if the demons would actually follow him or not."
Amelia's eyes went wide and she clutched Claire to her as Arielle herded them into a utility room. "Oh, god. You too," she moaned. Arielle searched the room, knocking aside useless obstacles until she found a bag of salt. "You stay the hell away from us."
"Lady, trust me," Arielle interrupted, turning her sharp green eyes to the woman and piercing her hazel ones. "This is all very, very real." Arielle haphazardly drew out a thick line of salt over the utility door. "Don't cross the line," she warned and as she turned, she caught sight of Claire's terrified face. She hesitated, brow furrowed, before warming up her features and giving a slight smile. "Claire- "
"No! Run, Claire!" the wife screamed as she threw herself at Arielle. "Stay away from her!" The young woman would've been knocked back if she hadn't instinctively braced herself for impact. Claire stood frozen as she watched the two women struggle with each other until her feet finally moved beneath her. Arielle's eyes widened and she reached a hand out, her fingertips barely grazing Claire's sweater as she flew out towards the living room.
Arielle growled, managing to shove Amelia off. "Dammit," she muttered through gritted teeth as she gave chase. Skidding into the living room, she found Roger with a knife to Claire's throat and Jimmy with a gash on the side of his face. "Dammit," Arielle repeated in a hiss.
"Told you I'd gut the bitch," Roger grinned as Amelia caught up and took a step into the scene.
"Roger," the mother said, almost as a whisper.
Jimmy held both arms out, his eyes locked on the possessed man. "Just let her go, okay? I'm willing to go wherever you want, just let her go."
The demon gave a melodramatic sigh. "Now, me, I would, but the missus, she has other ideas."
"No!" Amelia screamed, catching sight of a shadow.
"Daddy!" Claire cried as Roger's wife tackled Jimmy. Arielle watched Amelia jump in to help her husband and without hesitating, the blonde pulled out her gun. She squeezed off two shots, hitting the arm holding the knife.
The demon barely flinched and a hint of a grin was surfacing until the arm starting to sizzle, smoke sailing out of the gun wounds. He dropped the knife, screaming. "Honestly, I thought it wouldn't work. But I guess the right words and some holy water can make a gun and bullets useful against demons," Arielle said flippantly, giving the man a wide smile as she grabbed Claire from his reach. She turned quickly and shot Roger's missus, hitting her leg.
Amelia stood, red and sweating, and Arielle pushed Claire into her arms. "Get them out of here, Novak!" Arielle commanded as he pushed off a groveling Mrs. Roger. "Go!" Roger recovered quickly, not wanting to lose the family. Arielle blocked him, gun aimed as she allowed her other hand to grab the hilt of the engraved knife. He growled and readied himself. "You know you can't kill me with that, holy blessing or not," he sneered as he advanced, his arm slowly regaining motion.
"You really should watch your back," Dean's voice called and when the demon whirled around to face him, Arielle didn't hesitate to step up and slash the man's throat with the knife. She watched in awe as he seemed to light up before crumbling onto the ground. Sam appeared behind her, hand outstretched towards the woman that had been limping toward Arielle when her own back was turned.
Arielle saw the concentration in Sam's eyes as he kept his hand pointed towards the demon. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Dean slip behind the woman. "Can't get it up, can you, Sam?" she mocked with bared teeth, practically cackling.
Dean made a gesture to Arielle and, without thinking, the young woman threw the knife towards him. He caught it with ease. "No, but I can." The demon's eyes widened and before Dean could stab her, she evacuated the vessel, leaving an unconscious body behind. Dean clicked his tongue, winking at Arielle. "Come on, come on, come on," he said and all three siblings ran outside.
They found Jimmy and Claire waiting anxiously. "Thank god," Jimmy exhaled, running a hand through his hair.
"Amelia?" Arielle asked, looking around in concern.
"Right here," she called shakily, seated inside the Impala. Arielle gave a sigh of relief as Dean rounded the car to the driver's side.
"Let's go," the eldest Winchester called, gunning it when everyone was safe inside.