Chapter 2: Devil's Trap Pt1
"Makenna!" She heard her father's rough voice from across the yard. She stood up straight after leaning over her 1967 Shelby GT500 and grumbled, throwing the screw driver into the rolling husky tool box by her side. What does the old man want now? Mak turned and walked out of the small raggedy garage that looked more like a shack, down the dirt path of her old man's automotive junkyard trying to find which of the hundreds of cars he was tearing apart.
"Dad?" she asked, holding her hand above her eyes to block the sunlight. It was a sunny day, the breeze was just right cooling the sweat on her forehead.
"Over here," she could hear him grumble somewhere over a pile of cars in front of her. "Hurry up!"
She rolled her eyes trudging through the dirt paths. This place was so disorganized, she had tried multiple times to organize her father's junk, even went through and made a lot system. You can't teach an old dog new tricks as they say, and her father was definitely an old dog. Eventually she found him leaning over a 1973 Buick Riviera, his brown flannel drenched in sweat and dirty old cap shoved into the engine bay.
"What?" she asked, approaching him.
"I dropped the damn socket and I can see it but my arm's too fat," he grumbled.
"Sure," she said, walking over to the engine as he stepped aside. She looked down between the spaces of metal to see the circle cylinder of the socket carefully positioned between pistons. More easily she'd like to admit, Mak was able to contort her arm enough to grab the socket then handed it back to her father.
"Did it detach again?" she asked.
"Stupid piece of crap." he said confirming her suspicions.
"Why don't you just get a new one?" she asked. "Dad, half these tools need to be replaced."
"It works just fine," he grumbled, turning his attention back to the engine.
"Obviously not if you have to keep calling me over because you dropped it." she remarked.
"I'll buy a new one when I can't use this one anymore." he said.
"You can't! It doesn't even hold the socket!" she exclaimed.
Her father stood up to fire back at her but was interrupted by the roar of an engine and gravel moving. They both turned toward the entrance to see the 1967 Chevy impala that frequented their drive.
"John Winchester?" she asked, turning to her father. She tried to hide the excitement in her voice. If John Winchester was here, then so was Dean.
"Great," her father grumbled, throwing his oil rag onto the bumper then walking to the old wood house they had lived in since before she was born. Mak followed behind him to the back door of the kitchen. When he walked in, Bobby didn't bother to kick the dirt off of his boots, irritating Mak. She would have to be the one to clean it up after him. The house reflected the yard which reflected her father, one big disorganized mess. It had been like this her whole life. She cleaned where she could, but tried not to touch anything he owned that had to do with hunting. She'd made that mistake once and caused a whole lot of trouble. Besides running the junkyard, her father was somewhat of a call center for most hunters. Anytime they needed lore, a cover story verification, or were just confused as all get out they called her dad. She knew the lore like the back of her hand, though she'd never been on an actual hunt before. Her father wouldn't allow it. She had to stay home in case he needed her, or any other hunter for that matter. Mak walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer popping it open and taking a swig. She looked down at her old ACDC t-shirt which was now covered in all kinds of car grease, oil, antifreeze, you name it. She had cut the sleeves off after getting them caught and ripped open a few too many times. Her black denim pants had frayed rips in different places she had caught on metal and were stained with who knows what. She tried for the most part to cover the stains with a red flannel tied around her waist. Her blonde hair was in its usual messy knotted bun sitting on the top of her head, baby hairs from each and every side sticking out. This was embarrassing. Dean was going to walk in and see her like this. Panic set in as she heard her father open the door and the familiar deep voice of Dean Winchester.
The two had been friends since they were kids. John would drop the boys off here all the time to stay while he was on a hunt. She was in between the boys age wise so she got along well with both, looking up to Dean as well as caring for Sammy like he was a little brother. The older they got however, her admiration for Dean changed into something deeper. She knew he felt something too, every time they saw each other things got hot and heavy. Friends with benefits they called it, nothing more, nothing less. Living the life of a hunter she knew they couldn't have a normal relationship, but hell that didn't mean she couldn't dream about it.
"What are you two doing here?" she heard her father ask.
"Bobby we need some help," Dean's deep rough voice answered back.
"What's happened?" her father asked. She watched from the kitchen as her father stood aside and Dean walked in. Instead of John Winchester following behind him it was a tall man with shaggy brown hair. Sammy? "Where's John?"
"Well, that's kind of what this is about," Dean said walking from the hall to the living room where he couldn now clearly see her. "Mak," he smiled, setting down his bags.
"Been a long time stranger," she smiled, setting the beer on the counter than walking over to him. He stood up sliding his arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around his neck. Though they kept in touch through text, it had been almost six months since they'd last seen each other, and almost two years since he stepped foot in her house.
"Too long," he chucked then took in a deep breath as they hugged. She could feel the vibrations in his chest against her own. "Seriously, it's really good to see you."
"It's good to see you too," she said, taking in the smell of gas and cheeseburgers. She pulled away before her father started making accusations. He was completely ignorant to the fact they were sleeping together and had been off and on for a couple of years now, but that didn't stop him from "warning" her about John Winchester's boys.
"How have you been?" he asked, pulling back to look at her. "You look great,"
"Oh please, you don't have to lie to me." she laughed.
"No, I'm being serious," he smiled, exposing perfectly white teeth. Mak couldn't help the burning sensation rise in her cheeks. He gave her a look she already knew. It had been too long and they both needed a release.
She rolled her eyes and looked over at Sam who smiled an awkward smile then waved.
"Hey Mak," he walked over and beant down to hug her. Sammy was the little brother she always wanted. And he knew nothing about her and Dean.
"Hey Sammy," she said hugging him back. "It's about time you guys come visit, I was beginning to think y'all forgot about me."
"I could never forget about you Mak," Sammy chuckled. "Especially after the scar you left me Christmas of 98."
"Not my fault you cant play a good game of spoons." she remarked making the boys smile.
"How's school?" she asked.
Sammy shrugged. "I dropped out,"
"What!?" Mak exclaimed. "Why would you do that?!"
"It's the life," was all Sam said. She could see in his eyes that he didn't want to talk about it so she didn't push it.
"So tell me what has your daddy done this time?" Bobby asked.
"He's been taken by a demon," Dean said.
"So he finally got close to yellow eyes," Bobby said.
Dean nodded. "He got too close, they know we have the colt. They knew where we were, we just need to stay somewhere for a couple of days."
"Well, you're more than welcome, we've got plenty of room." Bobby answered. An excited feeling filled her chest.
"Hey Bobby, do you know of anything called the 'Key of Solomon'?" Sammy asked.
"I do," Mak piped up. She walked over to the desk in the corner of the living room that was hidden by piles of books. "We have a copy of it here," she rummaged through the books looking for the big black grimoir of spells. She had read the book cover to cover, just like many of the books in this house. Finally she found the fraying edges and pulled the large book out from a stack that stood almost taller than she. Mak lifted it up to the desk and handed it to Sammy.
"Wow," Sammy said, taking it. He walked behind the desk then sat down to flip through the old pages.
"To be honest I wasn't sure if we should come here," Dean said to Bobby. "I mean last time you saw dad you threatened to load him full of buckshot, cocked the shotgun and everything."
"Yeah, well your dad has that effect on people," Bobby answered. He wasn't wrong. John was an arrogant son of a bitch, but he was also determined.
"Wow," Sam breathed next to her. She stood over him, one hand on the desk and the other on the back of the chair.
"You guys go up against a demon, this book is the best thing you've got." She said as he flipped through the pages.
"What's this?" Sammy asked, pointing to a circular drawing.
"A devil's trap," she answered. "You get a demon to walk into those, there's no leavin' no smokin' out, nothing they're trapped." she stood up and looked between the boys as they shared an astonished look.
"How come you didn't tell us about this earlier?" Dean asked.
"Well, you never called," she smirked, popping out her hip.
"Yeah well either way, you boys have stepped in some serious crap." Bobby stated.
"What do you mean?" Sammy asked.
"Well, a normal year there's maybe three four demon possessions, this year, there's been about 27." Bobby said. An eerie silence filled the room as they realized what this meant.
"If it keeps going like this, that devil's trap is going to need to be common knowledge to every hunter out there. We've got them painted everywhere, I suggest you guys do the same." Mak said.
The two nodded and another eerie silence filled the room. Sammy poured over the book as Bobby looked over his shoulder, surprised even Mak knew. She looked to Dean who had just popped open a beer in the kitchen.
"You finish that mustang yet?" He asked taking a swig.
"Just put in the new motor. Want to see?" She asked.
Dean looked back a Sammy. "Sure,"
Mak turned and walked out to the yard. Dean followed watching her hips sway with every step she took. The two made their way to Mak's own garage where the mustang sat, it's new pristine engine bay sat newly cleaned and polished.
"Wow," Dean whistled. "It's looking a lot better than the last time I was here."
"Well I hope so, last time you were hear I was still rewelding the frame." She said.
Dean walked around the car admiring the hard work she had put in.
"It's clean," he said, finally approaching her at the front of the car.
"It was a bitch to clean this sucker out," she said.
"Well yeah, how long has it been sitting for?" Dean asked, looking at her as she looked down into the engine bay. Mak shot Dean a look and he chuckled to himself. Mak grabbed the wrench and oil filled rags she had sitting on the engine and sat them in her work bench.
"Want to hear her scream?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye.
Dean smirked. "Hell yeah,"
Mak opened the driver door and sat in the old torn up cloth seat. She put her foot on the clutch and turned the key. The engine roared to life, sending excitement to Mak's very core. Dean could tell by the wide pearly smile on her face. Speed ran through her veins, and he loved it.
Mak put her foot on the gas and revved the engine, it's power shaking her bones. She couldn't wait to let this engine loose on the streets. When her excitement subsided, she turned off the engine.
"You know what this means?" She looked up to Dean who had his arms resting on the door and the car roof as he stood in between the two.
"What?" He smirked.
"We're gonna drag race," she smiled.
"Oh come on I'll smoke your ass," he said as she stood up in front of him, their faces close enough to touch.
"Please, you know how much horsepower is under that hood?" She smiled.
"Oh I know," he said, examining her face.
"I'll still smoke you though," he stepped forward even closer and Mak could feel his warm breath on her face.
"You know you could've sent me a message," she said. "At least letting me know you were alive."
"I'm sorry," he said, he put his thumb across her face, probably trying to wipe off the grease. "It's been crazy,"
"I heard," she said. His warm touch engulfed her face.
"Heard what?" He asked, his breath tickling her lips. He grabbed her waist with his free hand and pushed her against the frame of the car.
"Hunters talk," she responded, her back resting against the frame. "I just happen to be listening."
"What kind of hunters?" He asked softly as he let his hand slide from her check down her neck to her collar bone, then across her shirt strap and under the cut cloth to her bare skin.
"The ones that talk," she smirked, sliding her hands up his chest over his shoulders and to his jacket. She pushed it off of him and it fell to the ground. His hands went to her waist untying the flannel she had sitting there. As it hit the ground he grabbed her waist smashing her body into his. He pulled her lips into his until there was no room for either to breathe. A rush of adrenaline shot through her body as his tongue begged entrance into her mouth. Her body from the waist down going limp as his rough hands slid under her shirt. Mak let her hands explore Dean's firm chest, feeling every curve of muscle under his tight fitting black shirt. Dean pulled his face back Showing Mak a look of lust and pure hunger written across his face made her feel totally and completely lost to him. He pushed himself against her as he looked down at her belt.
"Wait," she said grabbing his hands. "What if someone sees?"
"They've got their noses so far into those books they're not going to come over here." He said continuing to undo her belt. He then pressed his lips against her own.
"You say that and then my dad comes in with a gun full of buckshot," she said against his lips.
"It's not the first time we've had sex while your dad's home." He smirked, pulling away. He leaned down to her neck and she instinctively turned to the side letting his tongue dance against her skin as she tried to hold in the moan trapped in her throat. "And it won't be the last," he said against her neck making her smile.
Suddenly she could hear the sound of their dog, Rumsfeld barking from outside the door. Curiosity filled her mind but she quickly brushed it off as Dean slid his fingers down into her pants. However they were interrupted by a loud crash!
"What the hell was that?" Dean asked stopping.
"It came from the house." she said alarmed. Dean turned and looked at the door to the shop and so did Mak. There was another loud crash coming from the house and the two immediately ran to the house though Mak made sure to zip and button her pants before they ran in. As they approached the back door, Mak noticed the splintered wood hanging from the door frame and her heart accelerated with fear. The two ran into the study as a woman with short blonde hair and a red leather jacket came into view. Who the hell was she? As Mak finished the thought she saw Sammy fly across the room and she panicked looking for her dad.
"No more playing around," she said in a smooth voice.
Immediately Dean charged towards her, however, with the flick of her hand, Dean was flown across the room and into a pile of books. Who was this? Was this a demon? Mak hadn't seen one in person since her mom died. Hell she'd never encountered anything before, her dad refused to let her hunt but she knew how evil they were and they had to be stopped. Though now facing one, she couldn't help the adrenaline pushing through her veins. What should she do? Where's the holy water?
"Whose this pretty little thing?" the demon girl asked, cocking her head then looking at Mak licking her lips. "Tell you what, give us the colt and I won't rip off her flesh." Mak knew of the devil trap located just below the rug and she urged the demon girl to step forward into it as she mocked the boys.
"We don't have the colt," Sammy said. "We buried it,"
"I said cut the crap, Sammy," she taunted taking another step closer. Then she turned her eyes to Mak. "You look delicious enough to eat," she smirked, taking another step closer as holding up her hand as if to use her powers on Mak, however, nothing happened. The blonde girl looked at Mak confused.
"Devil's trap bitch," Mak smiled. Both Sammy and Dean stood up and faced her.
"Good job," Dean said with a twisted smirk that turned Mak's insides. Sammy left the room and came back with a chair and Bobby pulled rope out of a desk drawer. The three tied the demon to the chair and it laughed.
"You think you're so smart sweetheart," the demon laughed, blinking it's black eyes at Mak, making her skin crawl.
"Look at me bitch," Dean said aggressively as he leaned over the chair into her face. "Where's my dad?"
"Dead," she smiled, licking her lips.
"You're lying," he growled, standing up.
"And why would I do that?" She giggled. "He died begging for his life."
Mak's stomach sank. John couldn't be dead! She looked over at Dean and could see the anger written all over his face. He was desperately trying to keep his cool.
"Where is he?!" Dean exclaimed, throwing his fist across her face. The chair jerked to the side as the force of his punch hit the demon's face. The girl sat back laughing as blood dripped down her nose. She was enjoying this too much. Was the girl she was occupying still alive?
"Dean," Mak said sternly. Dean clenched his jaw then looked at her, his brow pulled tightly together and his eyes burning with rage.
"What?" He asked. She nodded to the kitchen. He stood up and followed her as well as Sammy.
"That girl is being possessed," she said.
"Yeah no shit that's kind of how demons work Mak." Dean shot.
"Okay smartass what I'm trying to say is there is a living breathing innocent human being in there too. Whatever you do to that demon you're doing to an innocent girl." She shot back.
Dean looked at her confused.
"Shit," Sammy breathed.
"Okay so what do we do?" Dean asked.
"We exorcise it," she answered.
"How are we going to exorcise it, don't we need a priest or some shit?" Dean asked.
"I swear," Mak shook her head. "All you do is say an incantation."
"Do you know it?" Sammy asked.
"Do I know it?" Mak scoffed. "I can't help other hunters if I don't know this kind of shit."
"Wait," Sammy said. "She jumped through a building a while back. That demons probably the only thing keeping her alive."
"So," Dean said. "We put her out of her misery."
Sammy looked at Dean almost disgusted. "If it were me that's what I'd want."
The boys nodded and they turned back to the demon.
"Alright Meg, tell us where our dad is." Dean said.
"I already told you, he's dead. He died with tears in his eyes begging to see his boys one last time." She toyed with them.
"Exorcizamus te," Mak began. "Omnis us spiritus, immundus spiritus,"
"Ha!" the demon laughed. "You think an exorcism is going to scare me?"
"Tell me where my father is!" Dean yelled his voice so deep Mak almost didn't recognize it.
"Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii," Mak continued. The demon lurched forward in the chair and Dean looked at Mak surprised. "Omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
The demon screamed out as its eyes changed black.
"It's working," Sammy whispered to Mak.
"Tell us where he's at and I'll tell her to stop." Dean said.
"Yeah," the demon scoffed. "Like you're just going to let me go."
"You'd be surprised what I'd do for my family." Dean responded.
"Ergo omnis legio diadolica, adiuramus te," Mak continued. "Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, esique aeternae perditionis venenum propinare." The demon screamed out but Mak spoke louder. "Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae hostis humanae salutis."
The demon again screamed out in a distorted female voice. "Jefferson!" It exclaimed. Dean put his hand out to Mak telling her to stop. "Jefferson, Missouri,"
"Where in Jefferson?" Dean asked.
"I don't know!" She exclaimed.
Dean looked at Mak and she continued. "Humiliare sub potential manu dei; contremisce et effuge,"
"I swear that's all I know!" The demon cried out and Dean again held up his hand to stop Mak.
"Oh I believe you," Dean said leaning down into her face. "Keep going Mak,"
"Invocato a nobis Sancto et terribili nomine,"
"You promised!" The demon screamed.
"I lied!" Dean yelled back.
"Quem inferi tremunt. Ab insidiis diaboli,"
The demon turned to Mak. "I'm going to rip that pretty little skin strip by strip from your bones!"
"libera nos Domine. Ut eccelsiam tuam secura tibi facias liberate servire. Te rogamus audi nos!" With one final distorted scream a black smoke trickled out of the girls mouth then her head flew back and the smoke shot up in the air collecting in the ceiling. Once it was out of the girl it flew down into the floorboards.
"Good job," Sammy said placing a hand on Mak's shoulder.
"Thanks," she breathed. Her eyes glanced to her father. The last time she had dealt with a demon herself was her mom. She could see concern written over her fathers face so she took a deep breath and didn't let the shaking in her knees show. If she let it show, he'd never let her hunt.
"Is she dead?" Dean asked.
"I don't know," Mak said, approaching the girl. Mak noticed blood pooling in the girls mouth and dripping down to her pants. Then suddenly the girl gasped for breath.
"Untie her!" Mak exclaimed grabbing the ropes at one of her wrists. Dean untied the other wrist and Sammy untied her feet. Then the three picked her up and laid her on the floor.
"Bobby, go get blankets and some water," Dean said.
"Thank you," the girl gasped.
"Hey just take it easy okay?" Mak said smoothing the girl's hair. Her face turned soft though her eyes were filled with pain.
"A year," the girl gasped with tears in her eyes. "I had no control, I watched it kill so many people."
"Hey it's okay it's gone now you're okay, just take it easy." Mak reassured. Bobby came back with the blankets and a bottle of water. Mak took it and held the girls head up to drink.
"It wants you to know," the girl said after drinking the water. "They want you to come for him,"
Mak looked at Dean, an unreadable expression on his face. She then looked at Sammy who had a somber look.
"Just rest okay," Mak said. "Help is on the way,"
"By the river," she said. "Sunrise,"
"Shhh," Mak smoothed her hair.
The girl nodded and Mak set her head down on the blankets. The girl looked at Mak and mouthed the words thank you, then Mak watched the life leave her eyes.
"Damnit," Sammy breathed.
Mak let go of the girl and sat back on her heals. This wasn't the first time she'd seen a dead body. Hell she'd helped her dad and other hunters bury a few in the junkyard. But it was one of the few times she had actually watched someone die before her. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl. She had a life, a family, friends and she'd never see them again. The demon took that from her. Took her own body from her.
"Let's go," Dean said standing up. Sammy did as well though Mak couldn't find the strength to do so. Instead she stared down at the dead girls eyes realizing the girl couldn't have been much older than she was.
"Thanks for the help Bobby," Sammy said softly. What if this girl had a little girl she left behind? A husband? Boyfriend?
"Don't worry about it, you go find your daddy," Bobby said. "And when you do… bring him around sometime. I promise I won't shoot him."
"What are you guys going to do when the cops show up?" Dean asked as Mak leaned forward to close the girl's eyes.
"We'll think of something," Bobby said.
Mak stood up and turned to the guys. "No, I'm going with the boys."
"Hell no," Bobby said.
"I'm not asking," Mak said.
"Wait hold on," Dean said, taking a step forward, his brow knit in confusion. "This isn't your fight Mak."
"Isn't it our job as hunters?" She responded.
"Your not a Hunter," Bobby said sternly.
"Like hell I am! I'm a goddamn adult dad, I've spent years studying with my nose in these books, hell I know more about demons then them! They need me dad!" She pleaded.
"Mak," Dean said grabbing Mak's arm "This is a dangerous fight."
"I know," she turned to him. "But I can either fight and help innocent girls like here or I can stay locked here while innocent people die." She turned to her dad. "I'm sorry but I can't sit by anymore." She could see the fear in her fathers eyes. "I have to do this so what happened to mom doesn't happen to anyone else."
"Damnit," Bobby sighed throwing down his hands. He then turned to Dean. "You bring her back,"
"I will," Dean said.
Mak ran up stairs and grabbed a duffel bag. She threw open her closet throwing in a few pairs of clothes, holy water, and a few of her favorite handguns. Then she met the boys downstairs. She followed them out the door and to the impala. She watched her dad from the front porch as they pulled away.
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