`` the devil inside {dean!}

[em]

Em had never ridden a subway before. There was really no need to, in the suburbs, but here in the city...well, there just wasn't much to be said for walking around the crowded streets of the city on foot - at least not for great distances.

She still couldn't remember how she'd ended up in New York, but that didn't scare her as much as it once might have. Weird things kept happening. Sometimes, she would end up places and have no idea how she'd gotten there - but she was afraid that if she told her parents about these blackouts, they would worry about her even more than they already did. They didn't need to worry about her right now. They needed to worry about getting back together. Still, Em had never before ventured as far as New York City. But her friend (and sometimes, Em thought the woman in the box was the only friend she had left these days) had whispered to her, had told her that everything would be alright. That this was normal. It didn't seem normal, but...why would her friend lie to her?

Well, at least she wasn't alone. She still had her box, and she was never alone when she had her box. She hugged it a little closer to her chest as she exited the subway and walked out onto the street, just outside Central Park. When she'd realized where she was, her first thought had been to call her mother or father. But neither of them were answering their phones...in fact, the calls didn't even seem to be going through. Em had ignored the gradually building panic in her chest, and had decided that the best place to go was Central Park. She'd always wanted to go to Central Park - she'd seen pictures there, of kids running around and people walking their dogs. People who had kids and dogs, who went to parks on sunny days, they couldn't be mean people - maybe she could ask one of them for help!

But as she wandered towards the park, a tall, grizzled looking man stepped out of a nearby ally, leering down at her. "Hi there, sweetheart." he rasped. "Whatcha got there?"

Em took a step backwards. "...It's my box. I bought it myself, in a yard sale." she told him, a bit defensively. She wasn't supposed to talk to strangers.

The man grinned. He was missing several teeth, she noticed. "Yeah? I bet it cost a loooot of money. Lemme see..." He reached out for it, but she pulled away sharply. A panic had risen in her, a panic even more vehement than the moment she'd realized she couldn't reach her parents. No one could take the box from her.

"No!" she blurted, taking several more steps backward. "Don't touch it, it's mine!" She turned, about to run off, but the man grabbed her by the arm. "I said c'mere...." And then he was tugging at the box, trying to rip it from her arms, while the his other hand grasped her arm to keep her in place. He was hurting her! A noise tore from her throat, one that was partly a scream of pain and partly a screech of rage. "No! It's my box, it's mine! Stop it! Please!" And just like that, he'd thrown her against the wall of the alley. She hit the bricks hard, and was momentarily blinded from the burst of seering pain in her head...but that didn't matter. He had her box. He'd taken it. She had to get it back, she needed to....

And then suddenly, the man froze. His face bulged and contorted, his eyes rolling back into his head - and in the next instant, he'd flown up into the air. There was a series of loud, sickening cracks as his legs twisted and snapped at odd angles, his arms flailing wildly. Blood began to dribble from his ears, and then, finally...his neck snapped backwards. He went limp. And fell to the ground again, lifeless. A sob tore from Em's throat, tears streaming from her eyes freely now - this had never happened before. Bad things happened to people sometimes, when she was around, but not this bad. She closed her eyes, wishing that the man would move. That he would wake up.

And even now, she could hear her friend whispering to her still. It would be alright...

She crawled over to the box, which now sat on the alley floor. Pulling it onto her lap, she clung to it for comfort...and stared at the man who'd tried to take her box from her. He wasn't getting up again.

[dean]

New York was too damn common for Dean. It was like all the monsters and demons of the world just... flocked to New York and started causing trouble there. It was usually when he was on the other side of the country, too. Thankfully, Dean liked being on the road so driving long distances was no problem for him. It was almost relaxing, actually. All he had to do was turn up the music and he was fine. Well, as long as he wasn't assaulted on the road by random monsters, which happened sometimes. Thankfully, it wasn't happening this time and his drive to New York had been pretty calm.

Up until he heard some yelling from a nearby alleyway. Dean had been parked outside a burger place eating a nice bacon cheeseburger when he'd heard it. It sounded like a little girl screaming at someone. Dean grabbed his shotgun, which was sitting on the passenger's seat just in case some random-ass monster decided to run up and kill him, and walked out of the Impala. Sure, a little girl yelling didn't exactly mean something supernatural but he couldn't just let some girl get attacked by some random asshole. Dean ran over to the alley and pointed his shotgun at the man... just in time to watch him fly into the air and start flailing around before just... dying.

"....The hell?" Dean asked himself, lowering his shotgun slightly and looking at the girl, who was crawling towards her box. Dean lowered his shotgun fully and started cautiously walking towards the girl. "Hey? Little girl?" Dean asked, making sure he was ready to raise his shotgun at any moment. If this girl was able to kill that guy as easily as an angel or demon would, Dean was sure he had to be ready. Though, he wasn't sure if his shotgun would do him much good. He had no idea what the hell he was dealing with here. "You alright...?"