Killer

About Her (Swan Song)

Sam returned after about an hour. They explained to me what the process entailed. My body shuddered at what was in store for me. I followed down the hallway. The closer we got the more nervous I became. A chair sat in the middle of a devil's trap. Sam started to set up the needed equipment. Dean looked back as I froze just outside of the circle.

"You alright?" Dean asked.

"A little nervous. Just thinking if there was anything else I wanted to do," I laughed nervously.

"It'll be alright. Cas is looking into that request of yours."

"Thanks. Guess it's time, huh?"

"Yeah."

I crossed over the line and took a seat in the chair. Sam readied the first needle of blood. Dean placed restraints around my wrists and ankles. Sam walked over and looked at me.

"You ready? It's going to be a long process."

"I know. But you'll be much better with her back. It's my time anyway."

Sam nodded. Dean mouthed a thank you. I returned his words with a smile. A course of purified blood ran into my system. I spat awful, vile things at them. They didn't seem to be fazed by it. Sam left, but Dean stayed he made small talk when I came back to my senses. The more blood introduced to my body, the weaker I felt. My mind slipped away from me.

My hands gripped my head tightly. A voice echoed in my head over and over. Talking incessantly, asking questions and crying non stop. I paced around a dark room trying to quell the noise. They told me this was normal. But it didn't feel like just a voice. It felt like someone weaker than me lived in this same body. One day it just stopped.

"Are you gone?" my voice asked with a sigh of relief.

Y-you can hear me? the voice responded, what am I?

"What kind of question is that? I'm a demon and you're just a voice."

A demon?

"Yes."

Am I a demon too?

"You're annoying is what you are," I huffed.

The door swung open. A demon loomed in the doorway. He looked around the room. I knew he heard me. And I knew what they did with defects like me. He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room. My tiny legs stumbled over each other trying to keep up.

Where are we going?

"They're probably going to kill us."

Why? Did we do something wrong?

"You wouldn't shut up."

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I...I...

My consciousness faded away from me. It was the first time she was able to take control. She blubbered like a child. The demon turned to see tears streaming down her face.

"I don't know where I am," she cried.

I remember the look on the demon's face. He grabbed her face, I saw him from the back of our mind. He couldn't see me anymore. His eyes squinted as he pulled her further along. He threw her into the room.

"The hell is this?" Crowley asked, I knew him she still hadn't met him.

"It was your daughter. Then it just became this."

"She can change? I can't even see demon in her. That's amazing," his hand cradled her face as he smiled, "she's perfect. She can evade hunters like this. Start her training. She's going to be great."