(XD Neither do I! Lmao. Maybe we should stop here and let Stacie or Ry play the demon? And I don't want them to get too far behind, they're already confused about what's going on. XD Y'know?)
Sam shivered when he saw the demon's grin and he lifted his gun, aiming it at the man; though he know he couldn't shoot. It would only harm the innocent man... possibly kill him. "Shit, Dassy!" Sam called out when Dassy was throw across the room, watching as she crashed to the floor. He felt the demon shift it's power onto him and he too flew across the room, smashing into a dresser and onto the floor.
He groaned and pushed himself up slowly, but was again thrown across the room, though his time he remained pinned against the wall. "What do you want?" Sam groaned out once the room had stopped spinning, glaring at the demon. His gun was lying on the floor next to the dresser.
The girl was still pinned against the wall, her face bleeding. "Please!" She cried out, her tears dripping down her face. "Just... just let me go!" She begged, not understanding why this was happening.
(okie dokie, I'll post just once more :P)
Dassy stayed down, her muscles screaming at her. She lifted her head slowly, seeing that the demons attention was on Sam. She looked over at the blond woman and gulped, slowly reaching out for her knife as she quietly slid her body across the floor and towards Sam's fallen gun. Keep the demon's attention Sam, she begged in her head, moving carefully, her eyes locked on the demon's back.
Mia laughed softly and shook her head as she watched him leave. She then winced as she laid down.
Dean continued walking, taking a shortcut down an alleyway lined with black plastic sacks and busted drains leaking sewage and water. He grimaced, "Lovely," he muttered, as he stepped carefully over some bags when a creature, a black shape leapt out of the shadows and latched onto his arm. He cried out and shook his arm, the creature flew from his arm and went back into the shadows. Instinctively he pulled his gun and aimed it into the corner where the creature had disappeared to, but heard nothing. He put his gun away and grunted when his arm twinged painfully, he rolled his sleeve back and stared curiously at the bite, which appeared to be pulsing slightly, visibily pulsing. He shook his head, just imagining it, he told himself.
The demon glanced over at Dassy and flicked his wrist, sending her knife flying away from her whilst keeping Sam pinned to the wall "tut, tut, tut. You dont want me killing you before your time now do you?" he smirked at Dassy before looking over at the blond woman "shut up, your giving me a headache" he growled, rubbing his temple before looking back at Sam "well, well, well i should have known you would try and save this girl Sammy boy" he smirked again.
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Mias eyes slowly started to wonder around the room, she was bored and wondering why the hell she was still there.
Sam narrowed his eyes at the demon, his lip curling up with anger when he threatened the others in the room. Sam struggled against the demon's hold, though he knew it was useless. He remained silent, his mind racing and trying to think of a way out of this.
(Sorry... brain's fried today.)
Dassy gasped when the knife flew away and glowered up at the demon. She lowered her head and bit her lip when the demon didn't use its powers on her to keep her in place like he did with Sam and the girl. She looked around and tried to figure out what to do. Should have called Dean or Mia before half-assing it in here! She rolled her eyes, irritated at her own stupid thinking. She spotted Sam's gun and took a deep breath before lunging for it.
Dean studied the wound closer for a few seconds, then shook his sleeve down and carried on. He reached the take out and just got a load of Chinese, not really paying attention to the names. He started back, but this time, avoided that alleyway.
The demon crossed his arms as he paced in front of Sam not paying Dassy an attention "So Sammy, hows Jess? oh right she died right in front of your eyes and you did nothing to help her" he shook his head in mock disappointment "thats harsh" he smirked.
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Mia pushed herself carefully off the bed and walked over to the mini fridge and grabbed a beer out. She leaned against the counter and took a long swig after she had opened it. She then glanced down at herself and grimaced, she needed a shower and some clothes.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sam could see Dassy moving and he kept his attention on the demon, hoping to keep it distracted long enough for her to retrieve the gun. His breath hitched, however, when the demon spoke of Jess and he shook his head, trying to rid the images of her pinned to the ceiling, bleeding and crying out for him. "I-" He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His dream replayed in his head and he watched, like he did every night, as the woman he loved burned to death.
Dean got back to the motel with bags of food, "Mia?" he called, "Foods here," he said, putting the bags down on the table. He heard the shower and sat down on one of the beds and pulled his sleeve back. He poked his wound slightly and winced.
Dassy rolled slightly before raising the gun to the demon, freezing slightly when he heard him mention Jess's name. She looked to Sam and her heart broke at the distress on his face. Her sad face turned to anger and she moved quickly, aiming the gun and shooting at the demon. She didn't know if the bullets had bee soaked in holy water or not, but the demon was at least momentarrily distracted so that the hold on Sam and the girl was released. Dassy clenched her jaw when the demon's attention was moved to her and she frowned deeply when the blond girl fell to the ground with a yelp.
Mia placed her beer on the side and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and turning the shower on. She slowly pulled her clothes off, wincing when she pullled her top off. She sighed as she stepped under the steaming hot water, she vagely heard her name but ignored it, closing her eyes as she felt her tense muscles relax.
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(am i still playing the demon or you guys just going to share him? lol)
(whoops, sorry, you're still playing him, i just pushed the direction :P sorry DX)
Sam had forgotten all about the others in the room, too caught up with the memories of Jess and everything that he had lost in only seconds. He blinked when he heard the gunshot and before he had time to react, he hit the ground with a hard thud. He groaned slightly before rolling over and shifting onto his feet. He watched the scene in front of him and his eyes moved to Dassy and then to the blonde girl cowering in the corner. He made a snap decision and went to the girl, pulling her to her feet and ushering her towards the door, though she fought against him.
Dassy sighed in relief when Sam ushered the girl out of the room, and then looked to the demon. He growled at Sam and the girl but then put his attention back to Dassy, walking towards her, his teeth barred as if he's an animal.
Dassy fired the gun twice but the demon only had to step back once to take the force. She felt her eyes tear as she looked to the door, hoping Sam would return to help her. She yelped when the demons powered took her off her feet once again and knocked her against the furthest wall, against crumpling to the ground. "Sorry," she heard the demon mutter, but it wasn't directed towards her, and then she saw it: the flashing spark and then the flames as the carpet surrounding her caught fire. Her eyes widened and her breathing hitched... her vision! "I-it was me..." she whispered and pushed herself against the wall as the flames licked at her skin.
(OH MY GAWD! :O!!)
The girl fought against Sam, hitting him and crying out for someone to save her, too scared to realize he was trying to help. Sam nearly had to carry her through the house and out onto the lawn, her tiny fists having little effect on him. "Hey!" He said with a bit of an edge, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her to look at him."I'm not the enemy here," His voice softened a bit, but his grip remained firm.
"I'm trying to help you, okay? And right now, I need you to just listen to me and do as I say. Got it?" Sam urged her with a slight shake. Her eyes were wide and scared, her tears still streaming down her face. There was a crash from the house, steeling Sam's attention. "No..." He said in a gasp, able to see the fire. He couldn't just leave the girl alone... that was exactly what the demon's wanted... but he couldn't just let Dassy die... not like this.
Dassy kept herself pressed against the wall, crying as she felt the heat on her skin, exactly like her vision. She cracked an eye open when she heard the demon standing in the door way laughing at her. She glowered at him and took a small breath before stating off an exorcism.
The demon stopped laughing and glared at Dassy, his fists clenching as he fell back against the wall slightly. "You won't be alive long enough to finish," he growled but Dassy continued, crying out every other word as the flames burnt her skin.
(i guess we'll just share playing him:P lol)
Mia washed herself with the motel shampoo and conditioner. Once she was finished she climbed out of the shower and turned it off as she wrapped a towel around herself. She pursed her lips and sighed, her bag was in her car which was crashed up one route 36. She walked towards the door and opened it slightly "Dean?" she called out, hiding behind the door.
(sorry, i didnt have time to post this morning and well i kind of cant get on this rp at school but i can get on HS which is weird but anyway yeah sorry lol.)
Dean opened his eyes and sat up "Yeah?" he asked.
(Weak, I'm out of it tonight)
"Damn it," Sam cursed and turned back to the girl, staring her dead in the eye. "I need you to stay here and stay hidden." He said in a rush, his grip tightening slightly. "Got it?" He urged and the girl nodded quickly. Sam knew he's probably regret his decision later, but he wasn't going to let Dassy die. He ran back into the house, while the girl ran towards the car and climbed inside of the cab, her entire body shaking with fear. The house was already beginning to fill with smoke, making it difficult to both see and breath. Sam took the stairs two at a time until he reached the top, the heat in the air increasing with every step.
Dassy closed her eyes tightly and started screaming the rest of the exorsism. But before she was done she heard the demon's vessle yell and she opened her eyes to see the demon leaving the body. She frowned deeply and then closed her eyes again as the smoke burnt her eyes and lung. "Sam!!!" she cried out at the top of her lungs, bursting into tears. I'm going to die, she thought to herself. She just prayed that the blond girl was safe.
Mia bit her lip and then sighed "have you got any clothes i could maybe borrow? since i dont really have any now, except the ones that i was wearing and i really dont want to put them back on since there really dirty and will probably need to be burned" she answered and then took a deep breath, smiling slightly.
Dean looked at the door, "Uh, hang on," he said and started digging in his bag, "Would you believe I have a pair of track bottoms and an old t-shirt still?" he asked her, pulling them out and going over to the bathroom door.
Sam draped his arm across his mouth and nose, attempting to block out the thick smoke that burnt his lungs. He heard Dassy scream and he started into a run towards the room, kicking it open without thinking. The fire erupted out of the room like a flash fire and out into the hallway. Sam hid his face instinctively, the fire singeing his clothes slightly. "Dassy!" He called out and ran into the room once the fire lowered slightly. He looked around the room with squinted eyes, avoiding as many of the flames as he could in search of Dassy. He spotted her across the room and his eyes widened with fear. "Dassy! Just, just hold on! I'm coming!" He called out to her, while trying to make his way across the room.
Dassy felt her heart skip a beat when she heard Sam calling her name. She honestly had herself convinced that he wasn't coming back for her. She also knew that he wouldn't be able to get her out of here alone, she had to get to him. She forced herself to stand, or at least on her feet and crouching over as she coughed harshly into the crook of her arm. She squinted painfully with her burning eyes and caught glimpse of Sam's shape in the smoke. She dashed slowly, though she thought it felt quicker, around the snippy flames and to Sam, gripping his jacket weakly. She felt her legs start to shake but she forced them not to give out on her, she had to be strong and get out of here. "Sam..." she cried, taking deep and raspy breaths of the smoke infested air.
Sam made his way towards Dassy and once she was within arms reach, he pulled her close and let her cling to him for support. "It's okay," He said to her when she cried out his name. The fire was spreading quickly and they needed to get out of the house before it was too late. He hooked his arm behind her knee, the other supporting her back and he pulled her into his arms, lifting her off the ground.
Dassy felt her legs were about to give out when Sam scooped her up in his arms. She yelped quietly as some of the burns on her skin were jarred, but honestly could care less. She buried her face in Sam's shoulder and just prayed that he'd get her out of here. She also hoped the blond girl was safe, because if she wasn't then all this would have been for nothing. She didn't want to die.
Mia laughed softly and shook her head as she watched him. She stepped out from behind the door, the towel still wrapped tightly around herself as she took the clothes, she then glanced over at the digital clock on the bedside table "have Sam and Dassy checked in yet?" she asked him, leaning against the door frame.
