Night had fallen, and the Impala sat across the street with the three of you sitting inside. Cas assured you that most of the demons left the warehouse at one in the morning. While you were sitting and waiting, you couldn't help but to feel nervous. The only real experience you had with demons was when you were captured by Abaddon, and that wasn't valid experience. You were captured.
"What are we doing, exactly? If all the demons are gone, why are we going in?"
"There's bound to still be some in there," Dean said.
"Plus," Sam added, "It gives us a chance to snoop. They might have left some helpful clues behind."
Dean reached back to you and handed over a slip of paper. There was a Devil's trap printed on it. You had seen them before, but never had to make one yourself. Devil's traps were intricate. More intricate than you would be able to make it.
"Keep this handy. Our first order of business is to rig the place with traps."
You nodded and got out of the car, waiting at the trunk for the boys. Dean opened the trunk and you all got your duffle bags slung around your shoulders. Sam reached into his and handed Dean and you a can of spray paint. The lid was hot pink, and you stared at it in confusion.
"Dude," Dean said. "Pink? Really?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders. "We were out of paint, and apparently so were the stores. Pink was all they had."
Dean shook his head, looking ashamed to be having to carry around pink spray paint. It was hard not to laugh at him. It was funny to think of Dean, someone who tried so hard to keep up his manly presence, having to use such a bright, girly color.
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The three of you congregated back in the center of the old welding building. For a small little town, the building was huge. It was hard to imagine that it ever could have gone out of business. It seemed that once upon a time, it was an important place.
"Okay, traps are painted?" Sam asked.
You looked down at your pink-stained fingers. "It took me awhile to figure it out, but yeah. I got several painted."
Dean instructed that it was a good time to snoop around. There didn't seem to be any of Abaddon's lackeys around. Now was as safe a time as ever. Dean ordered Sam to stay with you, and you wanted to protest, but then you thought about your lack of Demon knowledge. Perhaps it was best to have one of the Winchesters stay by your side.
Dean went off, and left Sam with you. You felt out of place on this hunt. Monsters you could deal with. Demons though...demons were a totally different story. You didn't really know how to deal with them. The most you knew was an exorcism, and that was something you knew didn't always work.
"Lead the way," you said.
Sam used his flashlight to guide the way through the dusty JOY building. You walked around for several minutes, in and out of the separate rooms. There wasn't much of anything to see that would help you get closer to Abaddon. It made you wonder why the demons were even in the area. It seems there should have been some sort of clues lying around.
"Sam, this feels weird. Shouldn't there be something?"
"Maybe. Maybe they just don't have anything here. Who knows?"
He could be right, but for some reason there was a bad feeling in your stomach. Abaddon set a trap before, when she sent the boys to Vegas. She wanted to divert the attention away from the First Blade, and you were guessing she didn't plan on you and Niki showing up. What if this was the same situation? There was a chance that she was luring you three away from her bigger picture. It was hard to know what the bigger picture could be though.
After awhile longer of searching through the empty building Sam spoke up again. "Let's circle back to Dean and see if he found anything."
You nodded in agreement, feeling disappointed at having found nothing. It took you a long time to make it to the small town of Franklin, Pennsylvania. You didn't want it to be a waste.
On your way back to Dean, you thought you heard someone walking nearby. You held your arm out to stop Sam. "Did you hear that?"
He pursed his lips into a confused frown. "No," he answered hesitantly.
The both of you waited for a few more moments, and when nothing else happened you chalked it up to being paranoid in hunting demons. While walking in silence, you jumped at the sound of a loud thud accompanied by a cursing Dean. Without any discussion at all, Sam and you sprinted in the direction of the noise.
Your heart was pounding from fear and exertion. All you could do was hope that Dean was okay. There was no way to know what was going on until you reached him, and that thought terrified you. Not knowing what Dean was going through was hard. For all you knew, he could be laying down' dead, or he could've simply tripped.
"Dean," Sam yelled in his booming voice.
There was no response, so you pushed your limits and ran faster. Sam was strides ahead of you, thanks to his long legs. You hated not being able to be right up there with him.
Before you saw the scene ahead of Sam, you saw him pull the demon killing knife out, and that's when you noticed Dean grappling with a Demon. Her eyes were blacker than the darkest night. Your mind instantly lapsed back into the memories of being trapped by Abaddon. You were torn between running and hiding from fear, or fighting to try to get some revenge.
You watched as Dean was swinging the angel blade he was wielding. The demon was fast and strong. She knocked him to the ground and kicked him in his stomach. Your body flinched, feeling the pain for him. You pulled your angel blade out and started to run at the demon, Sam following your lead.
The demon saw two people charging her, and she left Dean and came after Sam and you. Fighting a demon wasn't an easy task. She seemed to be two steps ahead of both you. When you brought your blade up to stab her, she blocked you with one arm, and sent a from punch straight to your nose. You stumbled back with stars settling into your line of vision. You took several moments to regain your composure.
Dean started chanting the Latin exorcism, and you felt a shred of relief fill you to have this be over. However, before Dean had the chance to get halfway through, the demon expelled herself from the body. The girl she was possessing fell crumpled into a heap on the ground, clearly dead. You saw the black smoke of the demon going straight towards you. In a panic you backed up, and fell to the ground. You didn't know what to do, so you kept inching backwards.
Before you could ask the boys what to do, or ask them for help, there was an intense feeling of something foreign entering your mouth, clouding your mind. Your head was met with in instant headache.
"Dean," you cried in fear, still scootingbackwards. You could see that neither one of the boys knew what to do, and thenext thing you knew, you could see nothing but a haze through your own eyes.You shouted and screamed, but nothing came out of your mouth.