Devils Crossroad (Supernatural Fan Fic)

Chapter Six.

I hope you guys enjoy this upload!! i listened to "eyes of the devil" the whole time I was writing it so the song is over there -------->

             "So you are saying these demons are running away?" Sam asked as he pulled a chair out from under the table.

"Yeah, I mean there has been no demonic activity in weeks." Bobby sighed as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Lilith is in town." I smirked, placing our demon book on the table. "See Lilith has a track record with screwing demons over. So if they are running it means she is close."

"Well we should go after her then." Dean enthusiastically said. "I mean she is in town, why not kill the bitch."

"No, No way. We are finding yellow eyes first. Lilith is our problem not yours." Marie's voice demanded as she sat down next to Sam. She was shaking her head back and forth as she quickly pulled the book to her. Her fingers immediately flipping through the pages.

"Exactly, Lilith is our problem. Anyways you two know nothing about her. So you would be walking in blind." I shook my head, as I watched Dean from the corner of my eyes. His fist was clenching the coffee cup dreadfully hard.

"Listen to the them boys, Lilith isn't a demon you should just go find by yourselves. I've heard of a lot of people going missing after messing with her." Bobby added in as he took a sip of coffee.

"You expect us to sit around and watch these two fight her then." Dean pointed a finger in our direction.

"Yes and it's final." I said, picking up a cup. "Lilith isn't some demon you just kill Dean, she will make sure your soul is hers way before that."

I sighed to myself as I grabbed my bag from the ground. Leaving everyone still sitting in the dinning room. With Dean down there he was probably trying to convince Marie to let them in on the action. I know her and she won't deviate from the plan. We have to much riding on it, for anything to be screwed up.

My feet silently climbed the stairs to the second floor of Bobby's house. My thoughts spinning in my head over Lilith. Why was she here? She couldn't have broken a seal yet... It's impossible. It's to early in her game for that...

Walking down the hall, I found my room and quickly headed in. Throwing my bag onto the bed I looked around. This was the first house I actually have slept in... In forever. Usually its just run down motels or the back seat of our car. Which isn't exactly the most comfortable place.

Walking further into the room, I pulled off the flannel shirt I had on. Leaving me in just a tank top, revealing the scars on my back from that night in the fire. I may have fudge some of the truth to Bobby about that night, but Lilith did come for the hunters. Collecting contracts she had put in place years prior.

I stayed back and tried to barter with my soul to give us our parents back. I was seven years old and I was terrified. All she did was laugh in my face, as the heat from the fire caused the flesh on my back to singe. I didn't feel pain, not until Lilith left me there and I crawled away covered in burns.

Her exact words were "Why would I waste time on a pathetic little girl like you. Your soul is already damned. So guess what? You belong to me already." I still have no idea what she meant, but I don't want her to stick around to show me either. So as soon as yellow yes gets what he wants. Lilith is mine....

"Hey, you ok?" Dean knocked while walking into my room. My body flung around, hiding everything on my back Dean defiantly didn't have to see.

"Yay, fine. Anyways we should probably head out in the morning. You said Jo needed something?" I raised my eyebrow, hoping to get him out.

"She called the other day and said everything was under control." he shrugged stepping in to the room. His boots thudding on the floor at he stepped closer.

"Oh, so what are we gonna do now?" I asked, my hand going up and pulling the band from my hair. Letting my hair fall around my shoulders

"Wait for yellow eyes and prepare for a fight." he sat down on the bed, kicking his boots off. "Then go after Lilith." I abruptly turned to see him smirking.

"No, Lilith is for me to worry about Dean. I want to put her head on a silver platter." I gritted my teeth, looking away from him. I faced the mirror in the room, looking at myself.

In old folk lore mirrors were said to show your true self if you looked hard enough.

"Jesus!" I felt Deans hands trace the curves of my back. I watched as his face contorted in pain as his fingers continued to trace.

Ignoring him, I turned and focused on the mirror again. My parents use to have a saying they told us every night. 'Run with the eyes of the devil, but keep them in your dreams.' It means live and kill as if you were the devil, but make sure you can keep those two lives separate. I failed that one...

"Boys! There's something coming and it's coming fast! Get down here and start salting the windows!" I heard Bobby's voice echo up the stairs.

Dean looked up at me, before taking off down stairs. His loud masculine voice calling out for his brother. I turned back and looked into the mirror one last time.

"Jesus, save me..... From me." I watched my eyes wash over with a white sheen, before I closed them.

"Marie! I'm going to get our guns stay in the house!" I yelled, pulling my flannel shirt back on. Not looking back into the mirror as I took off down stairs.