Chloe POV:

We didn't speak to each other when he walked into the classroom. We didn't acknowledge each others existence. We didn't say a word.

It was the middle of class when Mrs. Vida got a call.

"Oh goodness, who wants me now?! Prank callers?!" She screamed while flailing her arms. The whole class roared with laughter. Except for me. And Dean.

"Hello?" She turned her gaze from the floor to where Dean sat, "Ahuh. Okay. Is everything alright? Oh, okay, good. I'll send him down. Thank you." She laid the phone on the receiver and said, "Dean, your dad's here. You have a dentist appointment? So.. you can go and get your things."

I didn't look at him. I pretended he wasn't there. But I could feel his eyes on me as he walked out the door.

Dean POV:

She didn't even look at me, man she must be pissed. I didn't even understand, though. I mean, I thought kissing someone meant you cared about them...? Oh shit. I just used the "c" word. Next it will be the "L" word... then the mega "L" word. Oh god.

I walked to the main office and met Dad there. I knew this wasn't about a dentist appointment and he knew that too. Code words, I believe they're called. See, "dentist appointment" really means "Holy hell we have a white-eyed demon on our hands. Let's get this son-of-a-bitch"

"Hey Dad." I said as I walked into the office.

He tried to be the stereotypical "I'm a good father" type of dad by saying, "Hey kiddo. Ready to go?" Which was followed by him ruffling up my hair.

I tried to straighten the strays as I said, "Yeah, sure. Let's go get my teeth drilled, I guess." I smiled at the secretary who gave a welcoming smile. She was in her early 60s and wore glasses that were way too big for her face. And her grey-white hair was up in an "old lady" hair twist bun... thing.

She whispered to me, "Don't worry, hun. Nothing can ruin your beautiful, white smile." She smiled admiringly at me as I awkwardly smiled back. Then, I sped out the door (to avoid even more awkwardness).

We got into his truck and I asked, "So, what's the situation?"

"White-eyed demon. Goes by the name of Lilith. She's been causing havoc and needs to be stopped."

"What kind of havoc?"

"She's been hypnotizing people to the point where they commit suicide." He said, focusing on the road, "There's been 4 incidents so far."

"Damn." Was all I could say.

"You got that right, she's pretty powerful. Are you up for it Dean?"

"Let's do this."

Chloe POV:

It was after school and I went out to search for my car.
Shit, that's right. Dean drove me this morning.
I let out a heavy sigh and picked up Loki's cage; that's when I noticed something. Loki was chewing on some kind of paper. I grabbed it out of the cage and it read: Look in your jacket pocket. I trust you. Dean.

I scrunched my eyebrows together, confused, as I felt around in my pocket. I lifted the object in front of my face and noticed that it was the keys to his Impala.
Oh god.
He gave me his keys.
Shit.
What do I do?
When did he put those there?
Shit.
ShitShitShitShitShit.

I looked around to see if he was standing somewhere, because, well, I never know with that kid.
I mean, I could always call Mom...
But really... What 17 year old wants to be picked up by their mom.
I stared at the keys in my hand and got into the driver's seat of the Impala. And Loki was right by my side in the passenger's seat.
I hope he meant it when he said he trusted me.
With my foot on the gas petal, putting it into drive, we were off.

Dean POV:

This was it. This was the plan.
Following my Dad into this abandoned warehouse, we were armed with only rock salt, holy water, and a Latin Bible.

Demon's kryptonite.

Seriously, you'd think by now the demons would have figured out a way to get past all that... But nope. The same tricks still work like a charm every time.

"You got everything, Dean?" he asked me.

"Yeah, let's kill this son-of-a-bitch."

We walked in with stealth. It was too quite for my comfort, really, but now wasn't really a time to get comfortable. The walls were peeling and it reeked of decay. Ew. The smell of that fucking succubus.

We were armed with our rock salt rifles, walking like we were in a James Bond movie. Checking every room, every sound, every movement... But there was no one.

Until we came to a big opening; a wide room with an incredibly high ceiling. And there, smack dab in the middle, stood an altar and its mistress.

"Ah, the Styles'. Come to bring me to my knees, boys? Well, sweeties, you didn't have to role play. You could've just asked." A wide, mischievous smile spread across her face. I rolled my eyes and she walked seductively over to me, "Dean, you've gotten handsome. New haircut? New shirt?"

"Dean, don't talk to her." My father said and I nodded.

She gave a melodramatic sad look on her face and walked to him, "Aw, Daddy. Trying to protect his little boy?" She stroked under his chin, "You see, John. You can't protect them forever. Soon he'll be off getting married, having kids with that wretch of a girl he calls Chloe."

"How do you know about her?" I asked forcefully.

She turned to me and smiled, "Oh, Dean, the dark one knows everything. Didn't you know that? Petty, petty boy, aren't you? Not the brightest, I assume."

"I swear to God if you do anything to her-"

"What?" she asked intrigued, "You'll what, Dean? Kill me? Destroy me? Have revenge on me?" Then, she gave a maniacal laugh, "You make me laugh. John, I didn't know your son was such a comedian."

"Leave him alone, Lilith."

"Oooh! First name basis, hm? I like it." She took his face in her hand, "Ya know what, I think I'll keep you two as my little pets."

"I would never obey you, you incompetent, conniving, cunt."

With that, her hold got stronger and she lifted him up by his neck, "Oh John, didn't you hear? Never call a girl a cunt or she'll raise hell." She lifted him up and twirled him in the air. When she released him, his body collided straight into the wall. There he laid, unconscious, "Now, how about your son? I know you would obey me."

"Not a chance, bitch." I got out my salt rifle and started shooting as much as possible. But it didn't succeed.

"Really? A salt rifle? Is that the best you can do?!" Her voice rose as she levitated me into the air and threw me against the pole; freely standing in the middle of the room. She walked over to me with ease and crouched down to meet me at eye level, "That's an ugly scar, Dean. Sorry. I like to play rough." She kissed my forehead and it burnt like crazy, causing me to yell. "Sh, sh, sh," she cooed, "It's okay."

"Vade, Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis-" She turned around in horror. My partner was standing up and reading the execution words.

"NO! NO! STOP IT!" She screamed and wailed in agony, "I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING! ETERNAL LIFE? RICHES?" She screamed once more, "WHATEVER YOU WANT."

I laughed and brushed myself off, "We want you to leave, bitch."

She was trapped as my father kept quoting louder and louder, "Humiliare sub potenti manu dei,
contremisce et effuge, invocato a
nobis sancto et terribili nomine,
quem inferi tremunt."

She groaned and continued to bribe us, "I can assure Dean's well-being! Make him live a good life!"

My father shook his head as I smirked and waved goodbye.

"NOOOOO!" She yelled at the top of her lungs as she was, once again, damned to Hell.

We both high fived each other and destroyed the altar, pouring salt and holy water upon it and lighting a match to watch it burn.

"Man, that is a nasty scar." He commented, pointing at it.

"Hey, battle scars are attractive to the ladies, aren't they?" I said with pride.

"Not when it was a woman who gave you it." He chuckled as we walked out of the abandoned building with our arms wrapped around each others backs.

Notes

So there you guys go! First demon hunt! :D Yay!
I hope you guys are liking it so far.
I took some things from the show and some prior knowledge and kind of morphed them into this chapter, so :3 I like it.
ANYWAY
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Kayla