Surviving At Stanford

Chapter 7


Walking into the apartment after classes, I dumped my keys down on the side table.

"Sam? Jess?" I called out, but the lack of verbal response told me that they weren't home yet.

I heard the sound of a gun cocking behind me. I tensed immediately, as I felt the end of the gun's barrel press against the back of my head, and ice cold breath tickle my neck.

"Carrie..." A voice spoke up. "Long time no see."

Spinning round, I attempted to disarm the person that was behind me.

Knowing what I was trying to do, the person moved the gun out of my reach and instead wrapped an arm around my neck.

"How do you know my name?" I asked as I tried to wriggle free.

"Oh, I know a lot more than your name, sweetie." The man stated. "I'm not offended that you don't recognise me though, cause' I was wearing your Dad at the time."

"You're the demon that possessed Bobby!" I could feel my anger rising.


"I'm gonna' kill you!" I growled through gritted teeth.

"That would be a neat trick." The demon mocked.

Taking the oppurtunity, I stamped on the demon's foot releasing his grip on my neck before landing a punch across his face.

"You little bitch!" He cussed, wiping a drop of blood of his lip before swinging a punch at me.

Ducking, I blocked it before catching his arm and trying to wrestle free the gun that he was still holding.

"Nice try." The demon grabbed hold of me and threw to the side so I slid across the floor, collided with the far wall. "But not fast enough." He slowly started walking towards me.

There was a knock at the door.

The demon glanced at the door, before bending down and dragging me to my feet. He then leant towards my ear and began to whisper. "Answer it." He ordered. "Oh, and if you say anything about me being here, I will hunt down everyone you've ever loved, and put their heads on a stick. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"Good girl." The demon grabbed me by the arm and pushed me over to the door. Hiding behind it, he kept his gun trained on me.

I reached out for the door knob, before turning it and opening the door. It was Dean.

"Hey, Carrie." He smiled.

"Hi, Dean."

Dean immediately noticed my expression. "You okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah."


"I'm fine, Dean." I stated, hatching a plan. "Why don't you go and take a walk around Stanford...It's a real funky town."

Dean's eyes widened slightly as he caught on. "Yeah." He nodded. "I will do."

"Great." I smiled.

"See you around."

I nodded. "Bye, Dean." I closed the door.

The demon waited a few seconds to allow time for Dean to leave before walking closer to me. "There, that wasn't too hard now, was it?"

"Go to Hell!" I stated.

The demon grinned.

Suddenly, Dean burst into the apartment, gun cocked.

The demon grabbed me and pressed the gun to the side of my head. "Don't move!" He warned before wrapping an arm tightly around my neck, making breathing difficult.

I gasped for breath as I clawed at his hands, hoping to free my blocked airways.

Dean's eyes widened as he stopped advancing on the demon.

"Drop your weapon." The demon ordered.

Dean remained still.

"Gah!" I groaned.

Noticing my increasing discomfort, Dean put out his hand, before dropping his gun to the floor.

"Just leave her out of this, okay." Dean stated.

The demon laughed. "And why would I do that?"

"She's just a kid." Dean's tone was soft, but laced with fear.

"We both know that she hasn't been a kid for a very long time." The demon stated before his grip on me causing me to fall to the floor in a heap.

Coughing and spluttering, I relished the feel of oxygen reentering my lungs. I pushed myself up so that I was leaning against the wall.

"How nice of you to come and rescue your damsel in distress, Dean. To be perfectly honest, I should've guess that she would find a way to warn you about me." The demon stated. "But oh well, who's complaining? It means I get to tear the two of you limb from limb." The demon grinned, menacingly.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus." I began, reciting the excorcism rite that I had practiced and practiced so many times previously.

The demon turned to me, eyes turning black. "No!" It shouted.

"Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii." I continued. "Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

"You little bitch!" The demon backhanded me causing me to fall to the floor once again.

"Ergo, draco maledicte." I still continued.

The demon coughed as black smoke began to spew from its mouth. "No!" It turned to me. "Just you wait till I get my hands on you. YOU'LL WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!" It bellowed.

"Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire." Dean began to recite the excorcism. "Te rogamus, audi nos." He finished. "Adios, bitch!"

The black smoke rose from the demon's mouth before dissapating.

I got to my feet. "Dean?"

He didn't say a word as he turned and walked off.

"Dean!" I shouted after him.

Guessing that he must be ignoring me, I caught up to him and grabbed hold of his arm, standing in front of him. "Dean, talk to me."

He sighed before shaking his head. "I can't do this anymore."

I furrowed an eyebrow. "Do what?"

"Keep seeing you get hurt like this." He answered.

"But I didn't get hurt." I stated.

"No, but you could've."

"Dean, what happened to Bobby, that's not gonna' happen to me. I know you're worried about that, but I can take care of myself now. John taught me how to defend myself."

"Yeah, a fat lot of good they did you." He commented.

I just looked at him. "You try taking on a demon by yourself with no weapon." I stated angrily, annoyed by the tone in which he had said that. "I am nineteen years old, Dean. I can make my own decisions without someone making them for me!"

"Carrie, being with me is going to get you killed." Dean stated.

"How did you work that one out?" I asked.

"Carrie, I'm serious."

"I'm serious too." I stated. "I don't care, Dean. I really don't. I love you, and that's all that matters."

"No." Dean shook his head. "I won't watch you die because of me." He stated. "I won't do it."

"You won't have to." I walked closer to him, and took his hands in mine. "I'm safer with you, Dean."

Dean took a deep breath before looking back up at me. "I'm sorry, Carrie."

I shook my head. "No...Please don't do this, Dean."

Dean pulled his hands from my grip, before heading towards the door.

"Dean!" I shouted.

The door closed.

I broke down, as all my emotions came flooding out.

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