10Hey y'all some here's the newest chapter. I wanted to get this out soon as possible. Just want y'all to know that I don't know how regular my updates will be. So yeah I hope you enjoy! I don't know why I'm writing an AN cuz I know nobody really reads them. Ah well.
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Normal POV:
I sit Jack down at the kitchen table and go to the fridge to pour him a glass of sweet tea since it's freaking hot as hell out. I hand him the glass and sit down across from him.
"So tell me, Jack, how did you get out here in the middle of nowhere?"
"I-I don't know...I was trying to help my friends and I somehow ended up in your backyard." Frowning he looks down at the glass in his hand. Before I can respond a loud crash comes from outside. Jumping up from my seat, I reach into a kitchen drawer and pull out an Angel Blade, slipping it into my boot.
"Jack stay here. I'll be right back." I carefully walk outside, closing the door behind me. It's hard to see anything since the sun is starting to set. Listening hard, I am able to hear the sound of gravel crunching under boots. Walking on the balls of my feet I heard towards the noise and I get hit with the stench of sulfur. Demons. Son of a bitch. This is the first time they have ever come to my house. Maybe they were trailing the Jack kid? I don't care why it's here, it just needs to go.
I make my way towards the sounds and peak around a stack of cars. Shit. There's three of them. That's strange. Normally monsters travel in even numbers. I carefully take the blade out and move slowly towards them. All of a sudden I hear the sound of glass breaking behind me from the direction of the house and the demons whip their heads around and see me. They break out into a sprint to me. There's now why I could take all three on without the element of surprise. Plus, Jack could be in danger. Turning on my heel I run out of there like a bat out of Hell.
I'm moving so fast it feels like I'm flying. I glance behind me, accidentally slowly down. The demons are gone. What the Hell? Not wanting to let my guard down completely I turn towards the house and come face to face with one of them. He's got eyes the color tar and has wispy brown hair. The meatsuit has to be around his 40s and has crooked teeth when he gives me the creepiest smile I have ever seen.
" 'Ello luv. Where's tha boi? Ah know he's 'ere. 'And 'im ovah an' ya won't be 'urt" he tells me in a gravelly voice. His breath smells like coffee, cigarettes,rotten eggs, and whiskey. A horrible combination really. I flip the blade in my hand so it's easier to use and slash out at him. He dodges at the last second, the blade barely catching his jacket sleeve. When I go to slash again, a set of hands grabs me by arms and presses a spot that's so painful it causes me to drop my weapon.
I struggle against the demon holding me with no avail. The first demon sneers at me.
"Feisty lass ain't ya? If it weren't for me ordahs, I'd gut ya like a fish." The second demon speaks up, his voice sounds like his meatsuit never hit puberty.
"Boss never said we couldn't have a little fun with her…"
"I'd like to see you try, Bieber," I respond. What do ya expect? I was raised by the sassiest and snarkiest people ever. It's in my DNA to be a sarcastic little shit. While demon #1 laughs at Bieber, I start to murmur an exorcism under my breath.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…." I get cut off as demon #2 tanks on my ponytail hard.
"I don't think so girly"
"Take 'er to the house, Vladimir. We can use 'er to lure the boi out" with that he half drags me back to Uncle Bobby's house, using my hair and an iron grip on my waist to keep a hold of me. I can't let them get to the kid. I try dragging my heels behind me to annoy him. When stops to say something, I throw my elbow into his gut and kick my leg up and back into his groin. He let's go of me and bends at the waist. I pick up my abandoned blade, stab him in the heart, and turn to the other guy. This one puts up more of a fight than his partner. It's not until I finish that one when I realize there's at least two demons unaccounted for. Their buddy and whomever is at the house with Jack.
I enter the house through a secret door I had put in and come out through a wardrobe. Yes, I was inspired by Narnia. Y'all should see the library that you craw through the cupboard under the stairs to get to. I hear voices coming from the living room. Creeping around the corner I see Jack cornered by a dozen demons. Oh shit. I sneak up and make eye contact with him, bringing two fingers to my temple to send him a message.
When I give the signal, hit the deck and cover your eyes. He nods and I slip the blade back into my boot, and take a deep breath.
"Now!" He drops to the ground and the demons turn to face me. I thrust out my right hand towards them, my eyes glowing a bright purple color, burning through my contacts. Purple/white light shoots from my hand and hits the demons, filling the room with color. They scream as they are burnt from the inside out. Their meat suits drop to ground lifelessly. The light fades away and my eyes go back to normal. They are my normal shade of emerald green since the grace disintegrated my contact lenses. Great. Good thing I've got a spare pair.
"Jack it's okay now. You can look" he slowly gets up and looks around with a look of shock and awe upon his face. He faces me with a smile.
"You're like me"
"What do you mean? You have powers too?!" I ask him, kin of excited. The only other kids my age I've met with powers is Jesse Turner and Lucas Barr. Lucas can communicate with the dead and Jesse has many powers. He's half demon. Even though we are pretty much opposites, we get along swimmingly.
We sit down in the living room and talk for hours about us and our abilities. I find out that Jack is only nine months old and is the son of Lucifer. That through me for a loop but I've learned first hand not to judge someone by their parents. I tell him about Lucas and Jesse. About how we formed a group with Ben Braeden and Krissy Chambers.
"Turns out all these kids have something in common. They all were "helped" by two brothers" I don't tell him about Sam and Dean. I can't risk it. "We hunt together whenever we can. Lucas has taken to calling us the X-Force"
"Like the X-Men?" He asks me with a head tilt.
"Ha that's exactly what we said! Lucas said, and I quote, 'No the X-Men is so sexist. I'm pretty sure they were racist too. We are gonna be known as the freaking X-Force'" We laugh and with a yawn I check the time. It's almost one am. "Hey, we should both be getting ready for bed. It's super late and somebody is coming over to house in the morning"
I show him to a spare bedroom. One that used to be Sammy's. Bobby's old room stays locked so nobody will go in. We say our good nights and retreat to our separate parts of the house. Back in my room I put my hair in a loose braid, change into a long pale lavender nightgown and fall into a restless sleep.
With a jolt I wake up in my bed. I dreamt of something. I can't remember what though. Checking my clock I see that it is 4 am. I get climb out of bed to go to kitchen and get some water. Once I get to the stairs I notice the light is on in Bobby's old study. I go in and see jack standing there holding a picture frame.
"Hey Jack, what are doing up? You okay?"
"I don't sleep very much. I decided to look around" he looks up and studies my face for a second and looks back at the picture. "This is you isn't it? Why are you with Sam and Dean?" He turns the picture around to me and my heart drops. He's holding a picture of me, Sam, and Dean, bright smiles on our faces. The picture was taken by Castiel when we were all at a carnival. I'm 14 in it and sitting on the fence my brothers are leaning against. I forgot I put that picture there.
He looks up and squints.
"I can see it now. You have Dean's eyes and you kind of look like Sam." He sets down the picture on the table "You're their missing sister. They've told me all about you. Sam thinks you died and Dean thinks you were kidnapped" "What Happened?"
"Jack I can't tell you that"
"Why not"
"Because I can't! Jack listen to me, the boys can't know where–"
"I'm bringing them here."
"Don't!-" I get cut off as he teleports out. Oh shit. I hurry to my room and pack up my duffle bag. Again. I am so sick of running. The duffle this time is the color of the bisexual pride flag. I stuff my favorite clothes into it along with my old angel bear, Celeste. Going faster than ever, I grab my light blue backpack decorated with sunflowers and daisies, I start making my emergency bag. Fires aid kit, spare shirt/socks/underwear, flashlight, gun, knife, water, and food.
I rush to my closet and pull on some ripped jeans, a Hamilton tank top, and a Hufflepuff cardigan. Yes I know I'm a nerd. Slipping on some socks and my combat boots I grab my bags and race downstairs. Right as I'm to go out the front door the impala zooms up the driveway, kicking up dust and pebbles. I turn on my heel and head for the back down. I have a straight shot for my motorcycle. As I'm running for it I hit a wall and stumble back. The "wall" is a certain Angel in a trench coat. He reaches out towards me, I assume to knock me out so I knock him to the side with my powers. I feel bad when he hits his head on the side of the house but I can't afford to stop. I quickly strap my duffle onto the back of my bike and pull the straps of my backpack up on my shoulders. I start up the engine and speed around the house, going right back my brothers. Time seems to slow down as I make eye contact with them. I see the hope and pain in their eyes. I face toward and haul ass down the road.
Next stop: Portland, Oregon to get help from a fellow hunter. Mister Nick Burkhardt.
AN: hey guys thank you so much for reading! This one took a few days to wright. Fight scenes are hard so kinda skipped over it. And did anybody get the references? If so tell me in the comments. Please leave a review. It's great motivation! Love ya!