Longhorn

Chapter 15 | Enflamed Nursery

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Sam

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The door creaks open softly and Sam is the first person in, followed by you and then Dean. You all enter the lounge, when the clatter of a smashed lamp breaks the silence.

"Get out of my house!" A man yells. It's Monica's husband. .

Dean is quick to close in, yanking the bat from the man's hands. He looks back at you and Sam, making sure none of the glass got either of you.

"Get out of my house!"

Dean is still grappling with the husband as Sam says, "Please, Mr. Holden. Please."

Dean easily takes control, swinging the husband against the wall and holding the bat against his throat, keeping him in place. "Be quiet and listen," he hisses through his teeth. We are trying to help you."

Monica's voice calls from upstairs, "Charlie? Is everything okay?"

Charlie presses his hands against the bat in a poor attempt to push the bat away and screams, "Monica, get the baby!"

At the same time, Sam yells, "Don't go in the nursery!"

"You stay away from her!" Charlie struggles against Dean, who merely backhands him and knocks the poor man unconscious. Sam's brother throws the husband over his shoulder effortlessly, and he hears you tut in disapproval.

But you're the first to run up the stairs.

"Dammit, Y/N!" Sam roars, sprinting after you.

Sam enters just in time to see Monica rising against the wall, your body pressed tight against it. The demon is there, standing right next to Rosie's crib. He freezes, staring at the demon's glowing yellow eyes.

"Rosie!" Monica cries out.

Her voice knocks Sam back into the present. He raises the Colt, pulling the trigger.

The sound ricochets off the walls in the nursery, and the demon turns to dust as Rosie starts wailing. Monica, screaming, falls onto the floor.

You're released from the wall and take a deep breath. "Where the hell did it go?" you whisper, looking around the nursery frantically.

"My baby!" She sobs, standing. She begins to move toward the crib, but Sam catches her around the waist. "My baby!"

"No, wait!"

She struggles against him, screaming louder. "My baby!"

You glance at Sam before moving toward the crib. "Take her and go."

"Y/N -"

"Go, Sam!"

"Rosie!"

"Come on," Sam murmurs, dragging Monica out of the nursery.

"My baby!"

He forces her out of the room, gritting out, "Y/N's got her."

He catches a mere glimpse of you quickly wrapping the blankets around the six-month-old and barely yanking Rosie out just before the crib bursts into flames.

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Dean

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Outside, the nursery window explodes outwards, flames shooting out. He stares at the smoking entryway, and only feels a bare amount of relief when Sam and Monica stumble out, coughing.

Charlie staggers up from where he was laying in the grass near Dean. "You get away from my family."

"No, Charlie, don't," Monica wheezes, gasping for fresh air. "They saved us."

Dean is damn close to running into the burning house when you sprint out, holding the swaddled baby close, face dirty with soot.

Monica begins sobbing, walking toward you. You're nearing her. "I mean - they saved us."

You're gentle as you hand Rosie to Monica, and Charlie moves toward his family, putting his arm around Monica's shoulder and leaning his head against hers. She looks at the three of you, you now standing between the boys. Dean is looking over you, making sure you're not injured when Monica says, "Thank you."

You nod with a smile.

It drops when Sam starts moving back toward the burning home. "It's still in there!"

Dean looks up at the nursery window, seeing the demon's silhouette in the busted window, standing within the flames. He rushes forward to grab his brother. "Sam, no!"

You help Dean hold Sam back, who is struggling against both of you. "Dean, let me go! It's still in there."

"Sam, it's burning to the ground," you snarl. "It's suicide!"

"I don't care!" Sam hollers.

"I do!" you and Dean retort in unison.

Sam finally relents, glaring at the silhouette. The flames rise again, and the silhouette is gone, quick as it appeared.