The hunter and the Demon

A Story by Ashley~Faye

Who ever said change was a good thing was never faced with this kind of situation

In a blink of an eye a year could dissolve into a month, a month could deteriorate into a week, a week could crumble away into a day and as the seconds slip through our fingers like running water he could be dead before he hit’s the ground. But until that second is upon us we pretend nothings changed (everything has changed) but the amount of demons we now fight. I keep quiet and he ignores it but the word change hangs heavily in both of our minds and we both know that soon he’ll be gone and I’ll be left alone. These thoughts and secret acknowledgments sits in the back of our minds like a ticking bomb, about to go off any second, sending us into permanent insanity. But until that second is upon us we fight and kill as many demons as we can. Even the way we go about our exorcisms has changed, lately I’ve been unable to say the Latin words I use to say so easily before, so now Dean reads them. He worries about me so I lie, telling him I’m choosing to change, change into someone (something) who could survive in this world alone. He buys it but the truth floods the back of my mind and I almost drown in it; I can lie to him all I want but my body tells other wise, this gut wrenching feeling at the pit of my stomach makes me aware of this impulse (monster) that pulses through my veins and I fear it’s going to claw its way out any second now. But until that second is upon us we sell these lies and brush the truth under the rug, blinding us to the horrors that are only skin deep. Everyday it’s the same routine, find the demon, catch it, exorcise it, go home just to do it all again tomorrow.

“Demons are stupid” Dean smirks as he finishes drawling a Devils trap on the floor of an old warn down house, “It gets them every time, same old routine” (nothing is the same anymore) as he covers it up with an old rug and we await the arrival of our next victim.

The exorcism goes well as always but as we begin to leave a force begins to pull me back and I cannot move, as if ghostly hands had grabbed hold of my legs and refused to let go. I glanced down and instantly wished to God (there is no God) that I didn’t for what I saw was much more horrifying then standing still.

“Dude” Dean says as he notices I’m not following behind him, “What are you waiting for?” as he looks down at the floor and sees the startling facts that have been drowning me for weeks and now he is flooded with fear but tries hard to cover it up

“Don’t” he says, breaking the silence, as he reads the thoughts written across my face, “Don’t ever think that, this trap” as he pauses as if to regain his strength, “it can trap other supernatural entities, so don’t you even begin to think that Sammy” as he breaks the line in the trap to release me he whispers “nothings changed” (everything has changed) and as I step out, dads voice rings in my ears “kill Sam if he becomes something he’s not” and I feel my skin begin to crawl with change and I think that at any second Dean will have to kill me. But before that second is upon us we ask questions we secretly know the answer to but are to horrified to say it out loud. A year rots away into days and I’m sickened with the thought of losing Dean (my mind) to a point that I vomit every time I try to eat. Desperate I find the only way to save Dean, so before dawn I leave Dean sleeping in the motel room and find the nearest crossroads. The sun begins to creep over the hill and the clouds begin to bleed as I hear the impala drive up behind me. A deal has yet to be made and never will be now that he’s here, sorrow and self loathing hits me as I realize that in any second Dean will be in hell and I will become something I’m not (a monster). But before that second is upon us we stand here, face to face, telling each other how sorry we are for letting the other down with out saying anything at all and then I blink my eyes, letting the second pass and I hear nothing but dead weight hit the ground and I am left with nothing but my shadows.