Thread: Devil's Trap (Panda and Dogged)

RE Devil's Trap Dogged and Panda Elsa's world was still spinning, but she was starting to come to. Sometimes their voices were so unbearably loud that she couldn't stay focused. She couldn't stay alert. When it first started, almost every episode ended with her curled up where ever it had started, rocking with her hands clasped over her ears. So it was no wonder that at first, when she lifted her head, she wasn't sure of the danger. Her green eyes shut again, vaguely feeling a hand resting on her should. She knew it wasn't right, but at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to stay alert long enough to even look at what was touching her. After another few moments of groaning, she tried to sit up, only realizing she couldn't. Panic set in, and she thrashed slightly before she looked over at the hand on her. Instantly, relief flowed through her, the girl leaning against what she knew to be her brother's hand. When they had been younger, he had tried to scare her. Sneak up on her while she was sleeping. Startled, she had woken up, and immediately reached under the pillow for the pocket knife she had. She got him good on the top of his hand, and the scar had never gone away. But as she rejoiced in the fact the her brother was with her, she felt like something was wrong. She looked around the room slowly, trying to figure out what had happened. The salt was no longer solid, but that didn't make sense. Why wouldn't they have been solid still? Her eyes trailed over to the door, and when she saw the ruined trap, she knew something was wrong. Sulfur scented air filled her nostrils, and she jerked her head away from his hand, wanting to scream and fight. They had him. Some demon was wearing her brother like a cheap suit, and she knew he was alive in there. Able to see everything. She licked her lips slowly as she took a deep breath, knowing that even if she could get out of her confines and have the chance, she couldn't kill him. She couldn't hurt her brother. She swallowed hard and turned her head, barely being able to make out her brother's form from her peripheral as she spoke. Get out of him..... She said menacingly, words dripping with venomous intent as she tried to think of something. Any leverage she could use to get that horrible thing out of her brother. But she had nothing, well, except for her gift. Herself. Angel radio. She didn't want to do that, though. In all honesty, she had wanted no part of this whole angel thing. She was a hunter, sure, and she had encountered demons, but her family never went after them deliberately. And she wanted no part of them. They were the things she always feared, and she'd rather deal with ghosts and monsters, because they didn't have the edge. They were vengeful and malicious, and didn't think things through the way demons do. Demons, well, most of them, were smart and conniving, and there was no guarantee you'd win a fight with a demon. And because of whatever stupid little gift she had been given, now she had to deal with them. Just let him be... He doesn't know about anything.... None of them do. I'm the only one, and I swear, you hurt him... or any of them... and I'll never tell you anything... She was serious, too. She would rather die than let them know anything to begin with, but especially if they hurt her loved ones. She'd never be able to forgive herself. The feisty blonde struggled against her confines again, glaring daggers at the demon as she tried to figure out some way to get the upper hand.