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Free Supernatural Fanfiction – Chapter Summary:
Thrust into the apocalypse, Analina navigates life with the Winchesters. A demon attack reveals her surprising and crucial role.

Rating: PG-13
Contains: supernatural threat and action, implied danger, mild thematic elements
No Explicit Content: There is no strong language, graphic gore, sexual content, or drug use.

CHAPTER TWO:  
Demon

I WAS NO LONGER KIDNAPPED; instead, I was thrown into something much bigger: the apocalypse. I had no idea how I would play a part in that. All that Cas could provide—because he seemed like the person with the most information on this—was that something had leaked out through the angel and demon networks in his search to find God. I, apparently, was an unknown piece to this puzzle. Not a vessel like Sam or Dean. I was human, obviously, so they weren’t quite sure how exactly I would add to the fight. All that circulated was that I would be a factoring piece that would determine the outcome, depending on whatever side I took. As I summarized when I found out about the looming apocalypse, “So, I’m supposed to help you stop the apocalypse and help you find God?”

Yeah, that sounded real simple to me, too, but I was willing to help if I could.

It wasn’t exactly smooth sailing at first. I had never really spent the majority of my time with two men—strangers, technically. I felt a little nervous about that. Cas was always in and out, so I didn’t get to spend as much time with him. Because I was such a “high-risk” case, I had to share a motel room with them. Our first night, they had an argument over sleeping arrangements since there were only two queen beds in the room. Apparently, they didn’t like the idea of sleeping in the same bed, and I was uncomfortable sharing one myself. Soon, they started to argue who would get the one bed while the other person slept on the loveseat. These guys were over six feet tall. I was a midget at 5’4” compared to them, and actually, most people. I hardly even reached their shoulders. Dean, who was a few inches shorter than his younger brother at 6’1”, wouldn’t even fit on that couch very comfortably. I ended the argument by saying I would sleep on the couch if one forked over a pillow and the other forked over a blanket.

Unfortunately, that first night with them at the motel had more pressing issues than sleeping arrangements.

WE WERE ONLY A COUPLE of hours away when we stopped and ate dinner on the road. We ended up picking a motel somewhere on the western side of Indiana. Getting settled, we talked about the whole apocalypse story and settled the sleeping arrangements. Next, we tackled what we should do while we figured this whole prophecy thing out. Dean had just called his friend, Bobby, who lived in South Dakota, about stopping there. It was the safest place they could think about going. Dean also had him searching books for what this prophecy or this new piece of the apocalypse could mean.

In the middle of our conversation, I got a cold, heavy feeling. It was a very subtle sensation, but I definitely noticed something was coming. I felt my body tense. It was coming closer to the door, and I glanced that way.

Dean, noticing my distraction, asked me what was going on. I only had time to say that I thought something might be coming when the door flew open, and a large man walked inside. The man looked like a trucker with his faded jeans, T-shirt, and hat, but something wasn’t quite right about him. I swore for a moment his eyes flashed black. Sam and Dean dove into action before I could even blink. Unfortunately, the man was ready for them. With a wave of his hand, they were thrown against opposite sides of the walls.

“Well, look what I have here,” the man jeered.

Sam and Dean remained pinned against the wall. I wasn’t stuck, but I wasn’t sure what I could do to help. This was a demon, or rather a person possessed by one.

“I came for the girl and found the Winchesters. What a nice bonus!” He looked between the two of them. I backed up away from him. I couldn’t leave. He blocked the only exit. Plus, I just couldn’t leave Sam and Dean there. I had never met a demon before, not like this. The demon that oppressed my dad never showed itself to me. Not to mention, I was quite young. I never even knew what happened until a few years after it was over.

Satisfied that the boys weren’t going anywhere fast, the demon turned his attention back to me. I hated to admit it, but I actually flinched when he looked at me.

“And what makes you so special?” he asked and cocked his head to the side.

I didn’t answer. I felt my heart beating so fast it was making me dizzy. Taking another step back, I tried to focus on breathing slower so at least I wouldn’t pass out. I didn’t know any exorcisms off by heart, and I don’t think he would have let me get very far with it anyway. I needed help. I glanced over. From my angle, I could only see Dean. He was desperately trying to come free from the wall.

The demon was just inches from me, taking his time on purpose. I felt his negative energy rolling off of him in small waves. A sewage and sulfur-like odor slowly seeped into my nose. My stomach turned just being this close to him. He reached out his hand towards me.

“Don’t,” I heard myself say quietly but firmly.

He stopped for a moment and smiled. “Oh, and what are you going to do about it? Hmm?”

Good question, I thought. I couldn’t take him being this close to me. I pictured myself pushing the rotten energy far away from me. He reached his hand out again to grab my arm. In a second, many things happened. I felt a pressure and saw the demon flying backward. Within that same moment, a blast of white light burst through the room, and Cas appeared. He quickly bent down and touched the demon’s forehead. The demon screamed, and black smoke escaped from the body. The man fell limp onto the floor. Once the demon was gone, Sam and Dean dropped from the walls.

I felt slightly shaky, but I wasn’t hurt. The air in the room was lighter, and I could finally take a deep breath. “Thanks, Cas,” I said, finally looking him in the face.

“How did you do that?” he asked me.

“What?” I was confused.

“How did you repel that demon?” Cas questioned.

“Me?”

“Her?” Sam and Dean asked at the same time.

“Yes. I came as fast as I could, but he was thrown by the time I got here,” Cas replied.

They all looked at me like I knew what I did.

“I didn’t…” I shook my head.

“She can repel angels and demons?” Dean asked Cas.

“So it appears.” He took a step closer to me. “It seems to work when she feels threatened.”

I arched an eyebrow at that.

“Wait, Cas. How did you know to come? We didn’t call you,” Sam wondered.

“I heard—or rather—felt Analina ask for help.”

“You called Cas?” Dean asked, turning towards me.

“No, well, not specifically or intentionally,” I admitted.

I felt like a bug under a microscope. With all the things they had experienced, I still confused them. I was like a freak amongst the freaks.

“I’m beginning to see why she might be so important,” Cas commented.

“Repelling demons and resisting angels is probably a key asset.” Dean smiled at me.

I held back a snort at that remark.

Cas said, “I’m afraid you’ll have to leave. More demons and possibly angels might be on their way here. They should be in the vicinity soon regardless.”

“Right,” Dean agreed and looked around to gather some items. Sam followed his lead.

Cas turned back to me. “I need to mark you so that you can’t be traced.”

“Mark me?”

“On your ribs. I marked Sam and Dean so the angels couldn’t find them, including myself. It will only hurt for a moment,” Cas clarified.

“Whoa! One sec, Cas,” Dean interrupted. “You couldn’t put her to sleep. How are you supposed to mark her?”

“I was able to heal her,” he reasoned. “May I try?”

“S-sure.” I stood there, unsure of how it would work. No sooner had I agreed than Cas flew across the room, banged against the dresser, and landed on the floor.

“I guess that wasn’t supposed to happen,” I said quietly, looking at Sam and then Dean.

Dean was smirking because he was right.

“It’s not funny, Dean,” Sam said.

“You’re right. It’s not,” he said, coming closer. “That just means we need to be more careful.”

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