BY : Mystic75
Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe
Dragon prints: 193
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Supernatural or any of the characters from the show. I own the OFC only I am not making money from this work. WARING! CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF RAPE AND VIOLENCE!

I wish I could say my life has been everything that I wanted it to be. But, if I did, I'd be lying. Being a hunter isn't the life I would have chosen for myself, but I can't bring myself to regret the choices that I've made. I wasn't going to let the demon that ruined my life get away with what he'd done.

14 years ago, I was 10 years old. Something was happening, but my parents wouldn't tell me what it was. I knew something was wrong, because their behavior began to change. They would speak in hushed whispers and stop talking altogether when I came in the room. I could tell my dad was scared. I had never seen him that terrified and it scared me that he wouldn't tell me what was going on.

6 months later, they couldn't hide it anymore. I knew something was seriously wrong with my mother when her hair started to fall out. She lost so much weight that she looked skeletal and she was so pale that she could have passed for a corpse. My father told me she was sick but wouldn't say what was wrong with her, and he told me she would be fine. But, even at 10 years old, I knew that was a lie.

When my mother went into the hospital, my father disappeared for 3 days, leaving me, a 10 year old girl, to deal with my dying mother. Then on the 3rd day, my mother opened her eyes and smiled at me for the first time in a week. Then my father walked into the room and my heart sank. He looked like he'd been living under a bridge. Maybe he had. My life changed irrevocably after that day. I wish I could say it was for the better.

The doctors were baffled. My mother's cancer was completely gone and nobody could explain it. My mom was blindsided, but my dad didn't question it. It was like he was expecting it. I was just happy that my mom was OK.

For a while everything was great and our lives got back to normal. We were happy.

A year later it all fell apart. My mom was driving home from the store when she was hit head on by a drunk driver. The paramedics said that she died instantly, but she was trapped in the car for nearly 2 hours before the fireman managed to cut her out. I have always carried around the fear that she suffered. But, I'm getting off on a tangent here.

Fast forward to 4 years ago, I got a phone call from my dad. He sounded very drunk and he was sobbing into the phone. I couldn't make out what he was saying except it was something about a demon and mom. When I got home, I found him passed out on the couch with liquor bottles all over the coffee table.

"Dad?", I shouted, shaking his arm. "DAD!" He woke with a start and started crying again. "Dad, what's going on?" He jumped up off the couch and started pacing around the room as he wept. "Dad! I can't help if you won't talk to me!"

OH GOD! CASSIE! WHY DID I DO IT?", he screamed. "I DID IT TO SAVE HER!" He answered his own question. I followed him around the room trying to calm him down but every time I tried to put my hand on his shoulder, he would turn and walk away from me.

"Dad, you're not making any sense!", I said in confusion. "Did what to save who?" He stopped pacing and looked at me with terror in his eyes. He walked back over and slumped back down onto the couch. He leaned over with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He tried to slow his breathing and calm down.

"Cassie, I...I made a deal with a demon to save your mother!", Dad blurted almost too fast for me to understand what he was saying. My brain kind of froze on the words 'deal', 'demon', and 'mother'. I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. And a nervous laugh escaped my throat before I could stop it.

"Wha...what are you talking about, Dad?", I stuttered. "Demons aren't real!" I walked over and sat beside him on the couch and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. "You're drunk Dad. You don't know what you're saying. Mom died in a car accident. You couldn't have saved her. Dad jumped back up off the couch and turned to face me as I stared up at him.

"No, I mean when she was dying of cancer! I sold my soul to a demon to save your mother!" He covered his face with his hands and sobbed. "I couldn't lose her, Cassie! And I couldn't leave you without a mother!" He started pacing again and words were flying out of his mouth a mile a minute. "I did it all for nothing! She's dead and I sold my soul for nothing! Now the demon is coming for me and I can't stop it! What am I gonna do Cassie? I don't wanna die! I don't wanna go to Hell!"

"I'm afraid that's not up to you", a gruff voice came from the corner of the room. I turned and saw a man dressed all in black looking at me with a wide smile plastered on his scruffy face. He wore a stylish black suit, blue silk tie, and a long black over coat. His polished black dress shoes gleamed in the low light as he walked toward the couch.

"NO! PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY SOUL! I'LL DO ANYTHING!", my dad pleaded, falling down on his knees. The man just stood there smiling down at him. He looked over at me and his grin widened and his eyes turned bright red, like they were bleeding but no blood came out. Little wisps of red smoke seemed to roll from them instead. I gasped and tried to disappear into the cushions on the couch.

"Anything?", the demon asked, still staring at me with those inhuman eyes. "I usually send my hounds to collect the souls, but I wanted to meet this beautiful creature". The demon walked around my father, still cowering on the floor. He walked slowly toward me until he was standing just inches from the couch I was curled up on. I had my knees pulled up and my arms wrapped around them.

"A pleasure Love", the demon purred. Before I could even blink, he grabbed my hand. I tried to pull it away from him, but he was incredibly strong. He brought it slowly up to his mouth. I thought he was going to bite me. But instead he kissed the back of my hand tenderly. He looked up at me with his lips still pressed to the back of my hand. His eyes looked like normal human eyes again. It did NOT make me feel any better. I was breathing hard through my nose and my eyes were wide with terror. He took note of my fear and released my hand.

"Now, you would really do anything to get out of our little deal, yes?", the demon said to my father as he walked back around to stand in front of him. He looked down at my father with gentle eyes. The demon stroked the top of my father's head as if he was petting the family dog. My father nodded frantically and the demon's smile was terrifying. "Anything?", the demon cooed as he knelt next to my father.

"YES! OF COURSE! ANYTHING YOU WANT! IT'S YOURS!", my father was hysterical at this point. "I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! JUST PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME!" The demon started to giggle. The giggle turned into a full on belly laugh. The demon stood back up and looked back at me and his eyes turned that sickening red again.

"I want your daughter".

"What?", my father looked up at the demon in confusion. "N-NO! YOU CAN'T HAVE HER SOUL!" My father got up and stood in front of me. Shielding me from the demon.

"Her soul?", the demon asked, chuckling. "You misunderstand my intentions". He held his hands out wide to show he meant no harm, but the smirk on his face said otherwise. "I don't want her soul!" My dad sighed with relief. "I want all of her". The look of lust he shot me had me trembling in abject horror.

"NO! YOU CAN'T! My dad backed up toward me, his voice shaking badly. "She's all I have left!", his words came out in a whisper. The demon stepped back a few feet and shrugged at him. This vicious snarling came from the far corner of the room. The sound seemed to move around the room until it stopped next to the demon. He put his hand out and patted something that we couldn't see. But judging from how high the demon's hand sat on this unseen thing, it was very large.

"I guess it's time to go then my friend", the demon said sadly. "My hound is very impatient. And very hungry". The snarling seemed to get closer. I could hear sharp nails scraping on the hardwood floor. Heavy panting could be heard between the snarls and growls. My father fell down on his knees in front of me, facing the creature. His hair was blown back from his face by the hot breath of the beast. I could smell it's putrid breath from where I was sitting, curled up on the couch behind my dad.

"WAIT!, my father screamed! The demon snapped his fingers and the invisible beast whined and seemed to move away tho I could not see where it had gone. "OK! YOU HAVE A DEAL! JUST DON'T LET THAT THING KILL ME, OK?" My father crawled toward the demon on his hands and knees, begging for his life.

"Daddy?", I whimpered. "What are you doing?" He froze there on all fours and his head dropped as he started to sob. He sat up on his knees with his head still hanging.

"I'm so sorry baby.", he whispered. "I-I can't..." The man I loved more than anything in the world had just sold me to a demon to save his miserable excuse for a soul. "I can't die like this!" He turned back toward the demon and grabbed his pant leg. "What are you going to do with her?" The demon smiled and looked at me.

"That's none of your business anymore, is it Dad?" The demon chuckled. "But, let's just say that your little girl and I will get to know each other quite well". The demon snickered at his own joke. My father panicked, pulling at the demon's leg again.

"NO! PLEASE! DON"T HURT HER!" The demon shoved him backwards, grimacing in disgust at being touched by this sniveling little mortal. The demon kicked my father hard in the face before walking toward me, straightening his suit. He huffed and cracked his knuckles one at a time. I flinched at the loud popping sounds and refused to look at those demon eyes again.

"Cassie, is it?" He tilted his head trying to get a read on me, but I refused to answer or look at him. A whimper tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it. "Now, now Sweetheart. Don't fret. I won't be taking you today", the demon purred at me. "I'm going to be nice and give you some time to accept your fate." The demon knelt down in front of the couch and put his hand on my knee. I flinched and tried to scoot away from him, but there was nowhere to go. I trembled under his touch. "I'm giving you five years to adjust to this, and I will be back for you. With that, he was gone. I screamed into the cushions of the couch. The scream turned into sobs. I got up and ran out the door.

That was the last time I saw the man I used to call my father.

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