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Free Supernatural Fanfiction – Chapter Summary:

Analina confronts the demon head-on, shielding the Winchesters while helping spirits cross over, battling a powerful, destructive force in the house.

Rating: PG-13
Contains:  Intense Sequences & Peril, Implied Violence, Thematic Elements, Mild Language, Disturbing

CHAPTER EIGHT:  
My First Supernatural Battle

I OPENED MY EYES TO SEE those spirits that remained in the basement terrified. The man came back with Dottie. She raced over to the little girl. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to help them cross over now. The house might cave in, and we had to finish with the demon. An idea suddenly came to me, and I told them my plan.

I raced upstairs to find the kitchen in shambles, but it looked like it was protected now. I heard crashing and roaring from the living room, near the front of the house. Before continuing on, I paused for a second. Gathering my courage, I took a deep breath and hoped this would work.

I rounded the corner just in time to see Sam and Dean thrown against the walls, and a big black shadow that took up the majority of open space in the middle of the room. A foul stench filled my nostrils, making me want to vomit. The demon sensed me in the doorway of the room, and I felt it trying to get to me. I glanced over at the guys, but they were not doing so well. I was impressed by how well they had contained it so far without many injuries. Fighting a non-possessed demon was hard.

The demon was trapped in the room, and it was not going out without a fight. Knowing that it could not hurt me, it focused its attention back to Sam and Dean. I was thankful that they had their anti-possession tattoos. Otherwise, we could have had much bigger problems.

Sam and Dean fumbled to get up. It looked like they hadn’t broken anything… yet. We had to finish protecting this room from the two hallway entrances before the demon could be expelled. Unfortunately, it was well concentrated, and any attempts on a doorway were quickly stopped.

Without another thought, I took a step into the room. The feeling was unbearable. Completely oppressive, like I was swimming through a cold bog of stench. The room itself only stopped me for a moment as I got myself together. I again pictured that safety bubble around me, which helped. It didn’t completely get rid of the feeling, but I was able to concentrate better.

I reached down to the flask of holy water on the floor. Please don’t let it be empty, I thought. The lid was off, and it felt light. However, a tiny bit remained inside. I heard a growl, and a force pushed me against the wall. I tightly held onto the flask. I lost some of my concentration and slowly felt the coldness seep into me. I stopped pushing against the demon and collected myself once again. Trying to remember what I did the first time I met a demon, I gathered the energy around me and managed to push it against the bubble I still had left. It pulsated like it was ready to fight. I kept it closer like a coil ready to spring. When I was ready, I let go. The dark shadow evaporated momentarily, and I raced towards the door.

I started marking what I could as Sam and Dean caught up with me. “Keep it busy,” I said quickly. I didn’t even look back to see what kind of looks they gave me.

I sensed the demon trying to throw me, but I kept my shield around me. Something burst into tiny glass pieces by my head, causing me to jump. The demon was throwing things at me again, but the guys stopped it. Sam held what looked like a leg of a chair, and Dean fired a shot in the shadow that appeared again. Just as I finished the one door, the demon growled, and a force filled the room. It was like a lightning storm was set off. The hairs on my arms stood up. We only had one door left.

We looked over at the shadow blocking the last door. This was not going to be good. The floor started to crack. As we looked on, it seemed to grow larger. Was that even possible? Shouldn’t it be weaker without all the access to the souls? Maybe it was more contained? It was time to set my plan into motion.

“Sam, you still have the recording handy?” I asked as the demon shadow moved closer.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling out the phone—slightly cracked but working.

“We’ll need to move fast. Dean, you do the holy water, and Sam will play the recording,” I said, pushing the flask into Dean’s hand. I called behind me. “Okay, now!”

The remaining spirits rushed in, like white blurs. They circled around the demon, distracting it, as we raced across the room to finish the last door. I allowed them to start the protection spell as I pushed my own personal protection bubble out towards the spirits. I experienced waves of dizziness, but I held on. The ghostly figures were pushed away from the dark smoke, but they kept flying back to it.

Suddenly, some kind of explosion filled the room. Dean, Sam, and I were thrust back out into the hallway, and the spirits disappeared. The demon—the shadow of it—looked like it exploded with whispers of dark smoke vanishing in the air. The worst part was the center of the demon, which was like a semi-invisible force that shook the house as it disappeared. A moment later, the second floor tumbled down into the living room.

Sam, Dean, and I just stared at the whole thing in utter disbelief. For one, we managed to do it. Two, the house felt a lot lighter, and it was easier to breathe—minus the settling dust. And lastly, the remaining ghosts faded back in with smiles on their faces. We slowly rose to our feet, trying not to trip over the debris that littered the floor.

“You did it,” the one ghost said.

“We’re free!” Another added.

“Thank you,” Dottie said, hugging her daughter close.

Still a bit dazed, I managed to get them organized and helped them to cross over. Most were able to go without my help. I was shaky but in a good way. It was like a good workout. I was sore, but it felt right. I wasn’t sure I could say that about Sam and Dean, who had some cuts, bruises, and possibly a bruised rib.

Hobbling out of the house that was definitely worse than when we went in, we made it back to the car. I glanced back before getting in. I highly doubted that the guy would be able to fix most of that up. He would have to tear the whole thing down and start over. Even the porch collapsed.

“You did good,” Dean said, rubbing his shoulder.

I blew a piece of plaster out of my hair. “Not bad for my first time, especially when I made most of that up.”

I started to get in the car. Dean held the car door open and called, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean ‘made most of that up’?”

“Well, I didn’t make it all up. The words were improvised. I mean, I couldn’t have used some of the ones that I was supposed to because…”

“You made that up?” Sam asked. Sam and Dean looked at each other.

“Summarized would be more accurate,” I clarified. “The real one calls upon Michael… The Archangel.” I added after they looked at me blankly. “I thought that might be a bad thing at this particular moment.” I looked at Dean.

“So you had no idea what you were doing in there?” Dean asked, with tension in his voice.

“I obviously knew something. I just never implemented before,” I smiled reassuringly.

Dean shook his head and got into the car. Sam followed his actions. “We could have been killed.” He continued looking back at me like that was my fault.

“All the time, but how exactly were you going to deal with it?” I asked.

He blinked and tried to come up with something.

“Exactly,” I said. I paused. “You’re welcome.”

I knew that would push a button. I got a huff, an eye roll, and possibly some swearing that I couldn’t quite make out as he started the car.

“We’re not doing that again. You let the experts handle things, alright?” Dean said harshly.

“And who would have been the experts in this instance, because I don’t think you guys had a clue as to what to do—besides trying to just get out of there?”

“Shut up,” Dean muttered. A beat later, “Have you had any personal experience with this type of thing? I know you mentioned some things that happened to your dad, but what about you?”

He pulled out onto the road.

“I only crossed over two spirits before this, but I couldn’t see them at the time,” I said.

“That’s it?”

“I can add at least a dozen more on my list today, and non-possessed demon,” I said brightly. “Plus, that one demon when we first met.”

He sighed.

“You know, Dean. She actually did pretty well in there,” Sam interrupted.

“I mean,” Sam continued after Dean glared at him, “she stayed calm under pressure. She was able to cross over the spirits and helped us take out the demon.”

“But she didn’t know what she was doing,” Dean argued.

“Yeah, but do we always know what we’re doing?” he countered.

“Yes,” he answered immediately. “Most of the time.” Pause. He sighed. “I just don’t like it.”

Silence. Sam looked back, and I mouthed a ‘thank you’ at him.

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