𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍
the scream. the blood. the empty eyes. death

A DOOR IS SLAMMED OPEN; Aria came running through, breathing ragged, hair swishing side to side. She screamed as something slamming behind her could be heard. "Fuck, fuck!" She ran around a corner in the abandoned building, "holy crap!" She exclaimed as she saw multiple teenage girls with dark hair and green eyes tried up, ripped apart, blood and body parts everywhere. "Why did I agree to this?!" She shouted as she ran across the room, slipping and sliding on the blood.

"Get back here!" The guy behind her yelled and she screamed as she picked up her speed.

One of the corpses of the girls suddenly moved and grabbed onto her leg. Aria screamed, falling to the ground trying to kick at the corpse who gripped her ankle and was crawling towards her, black eyes staring at her angrily.

"Get away from me!" Aria screamed, beginning to hyperventilate as she wondered where the hell Dean and Sam was. "Please, please stop!"

"You're one of them!" The garbled voice shouted, and the body of the dead girl launched at her, gripping Aria's shoulders and holding her down. "I should kill you, but..." a hand reached out, missing two fingers, and caressed Aria's cheek as she froze in fear and shock. "I think I should have a little fun with you instead."

Aria screamed and the last thing she saw before she went unconscious was black smoke leaving the corpses mouth.

DEAN GRUNTED AND YELLED out in rage as he slammed the door to the motel he and Sam was staying in. It's been two full days since Aria had gotten possessed and been leaving them a trail of bodies to follow.

"Dean, calm down," Sam said as he threw his duffel bag on the bed, running a hand through his greasy shaggy hair. "We'll find her. We—"

"Don't give me that kind of bullshit, Sam!" Dean shouted, turning to his brother with narrowed eyes and mouth pulled back into a snarl. "We know demon possession is rough on anyone, let alone on someone like Aria. She's..." he trailed off, shaking his head, turning away from his brother so that Sam wouldn't see the tears building up in his eyes. "She deserves better than what is happening to her right now."

Sam swallowed thickly and sat down on the bed, shoulders hunched. "How do you think—"

"She's going to be devastated by what that demon has been doing in her body," Dean sighed heavily and sat down on the other bed. "I don't know if she will be able to recover from this, Sammy."

Sam glanced at his brother, seeing how upset and angry he is that this happened to someone he cares so much for. "She's a tough girl. She'll be okay."

"We used her as bait to lure the fucking demon out, Sam," Dean gritted out through his teeth. "She should be angry at us, should hate us. If we hadn't been stupid and got caught in a trap, this wouldn't have happened to her. She would be with us right now." He clenched his hands into fists before getting up and storming out of the motel room.

TWO MORE DAYS LATER, the boys finally tracked down the demon that had possessed Aria. The sight that greeted them had their hearts clenching and throat drying.

"This meat sack was fun, boys," the demon wearing Aria's face smirked, tilting their head. "I had such a joyous ride in her." They cackled as the brother grunted and went to charge forward. "She started fighting back and it got less fun, though." The demon then pouted, raising one brow at the boys who slowed their advance. "You can have her back. I'm done now. Bye." Black smoke escaped Aria's body, and the girl crumpled to the floor.

Aria stayed there, on her knees, hands held out in front of her, shaking. She is covered by blood, head to toe, it was matted on her hair, in her nails, and even in her mouth. She could taste it.

Slowly, she looked up at the Winchester's through her eyelashes, tears cascading down her cheeks. With shaky movements, she looked around and yelled out in despair as she spotted the dozens of dead bodies that surrounded her. It was girls from the ages of fourteen through nineteen. Their bodies were almost unrecognizable.

But she knew.

She remembered.

She remembered every scream, every beg and plea, every name, and every last breath.

Her punishment for fighting back was this; the demon allowed her to see everything that they did. Everything that they did with her hands.

She looked down at her hands, covered in both old and new blood, and then she sobbed loudly.

Dean and Sam — who was scared to startle the poor girl — finally ran forward and tried to comfort her, but it only made her fight against them, screaming and crying louder.

They stood back and watched helplessly as she sobbed for every person she had injured. And then, with baited breath, they watched as her face went slack.

Aria swallowed thickly, stood up, and walked out of the building.

A FEW DAYS WENT BY with them hunting down the demon that just kept leaving a trial of bodies in it's wake.

Aria was a shell of a person, never sleeping, always drinking coffee that had atleast six shots of espresso or more in each cup she drank. There is constantly purple bags under her eyes, hands always shaking, eyes shifting to look for every possible exit or if someone was following them. Both brothers were more than worried about her, and it was increasing everyday.

Now, they stood in a hospital in a random town in Massachusetts, questioning a lone survivor of an attack. So far, she is the only one to survive the demon's wrath.

But the poor girl didn't get out unscathed; she has one arm missing, it had been chopped off by a very dull saw. Her neck had marks from where she had been strangled by a garrote, and her other hand was missing a finger from how hard she had fought back. She could barely talk — from being both strangled and how many painkillers she was under — but she tried her best to tell them everything that had happened.

"I didn't even see him coming," the girls voice cracked as she stared up at the three of them. "He was so brutal," a tear escaped her eye and she sniffed. "He—he didn't hold back. I saw him chop off—" she choked, swallowing thickly, trying to conceal herself. "He didn't hesitate when it came to the aggression. He—"

Aria suddenly grabbed her stomach and ran from the room. The brothers and the girl watched with wide eyes.

Aria ran into a near room — which was empty — and slid to the floor, gasping for air. Her stomach was clenching in both disgust and anger, her hazel green eyes were burning from trying to hold back the tears, and her throat felt dry and hot.

"Aria?" A voice whispered, she glanced up with teary eyes, finding Dean there with wide concerned eyes. "Aria, are—"

She swallowed thickly and pushed every emotion to the back of her mind. "I'm— I'm fine," she croaked out before standing up on shaky legs, walking out of the room, keeping as far away from Dean as she could.

Dean sighed heavily and watched her walk away with sad eyes.

THE GIRL HAD given them the location of where her and all the other girls were held up. It was an abandoned factory with caution tape around it all.

They didn't expect to find the demon there, but maybe it would give them a hint or two on where it might've went.

And it did, of course. There was a ripped up newspaper that was talking about an abandoned psych ward two towns over.

When they arrived, the demon didn't know what hit him. Sam was shouting the exorcism in perfect Latin, Dean was pouring holy water on said demon. They had him trapped in a pentagram — they had to play a little cat and mouse game to get him into, which all demons fall for easily each time. And Aria came marching up to the demon, swinging a machete expertly in her hand.

No emotion on her face, Aria chopped the demon's head off. But she didn't stop there, no, she kept bringing the ax down over and over again into the demon's meat suit it was wearing. She would care, if the demon wasn't wearing the body of one of the victims that he had killed days prior.

The brothers watched in horror as she simply wiped at the blood on her face and then turned around and left the building with a blank expression.