It seemed like something out of an anthropology textbook. Naked girl tied to a rock. Two men over her brandishing a knife. Old stuff. Pagan stuff. Stuff you wanted to believe didn't happen anymore.
Ji-a shuddered and gripped the gun in her hands tighter.
She climbed out of the car and watched the two demons whip their heads around, their eyes focusing on Sam and Dean.
The woman tied to the rock was screaming, blood running from slits up and down her arms. Begging. Ji-a knew better than to interfere this time. So she just waited. She was no use to anyone dead.
A bolt of lightning split the sky overhead. But it wasn't raining. A proper dry electrical storm.
One of the demons sprang towards Sam - but he caught the monster with his knife and Ji-a watched the arcs of red and orange light as it collapsed in a heap.
Dean - armed only with a gun, no use against the demons - ran for the bleeding sacrifice victim.
And for a moment it looked like everything was going to be fine. That is until Ji-a noticed that the other demon had a gun.
"Sam! Watch it!" Ji-a shouted. But thunder cracked and he didn't hear.
The demon, however, did. It turned around, brought up its gun, and got off a shot right as Sam sank the knife into the back of its neck.
The thunder quieted instantly. And Ji-a could hear the crying woman's frantic questions as Dean untied her.
But something felt wrong. Off somehow. Her shoulder hurt. Was she bleeding?
Ji-a brought a hand up to the wet spot on her shoulder and nearly fainted when it came away bloody.
"Dean!" She called, dropping her gun and sinking to her knees on the rough salt ground.
Sam rushed over, eyes frantic.
"What happened?" Ji-a asked as he knelt in front of her.
"Um…not to be alarmist," Sam faltered, "But you got shot?"
"So it really does feel like getting punched?" Ji-a asked in a daze.
"Yeah," Sam admitted, "If it doesn't hit anything big."
He took off his shirt, bundled it up and pressed it to her shoulder. Ji-a hissed as the contact sent lances of pain down her arm and across her chest.
"Hey Dean!" Sam shouted.
"In a minute," Dean countered.
"No," Sam insisted, "Now."