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Chapter 1: Demons Just Want to Have Fun
Dean fired up the Impala ready for the next adventure that awaits as Sam sleeps away in the night in the passengers seat. Bobby has given them leads to a job in Los Angeles. They continue the fight of the universe, protecting the innocent, saving lives, and most significantly saving the world; doing the family job.
Sam wakes up to an empty drivers seat as he searches for the whereabouts of his big brother, Dean. Sam dozed off a little too much and he sees a dwindling city. Cars are overthrown off their usual balance. Many of them glued to the sides of other vehicles engulfed in flames. Skyscrapers brighten up the sky more with their own fires, which the blazes of the wreckage, and debris of the tragedy pollute the morning sky with smog. Giving off an apocalyptic vibe the city melts like lava on flesh and bone. Los Angeles truly lives up to it's name and soon it will be lost. Sam still wondering where his brother could be. Looking to the left of the wreckage he finds nothing and the right is only similar. In fact everywhere he searches in the area he cannot find him anywhere and he cannot spot anyone; he is a lone survivor.
"Dean!" He shouts. "Where are you!" There is no answer found. He continues to yell out for Dean, but every attempt fails.
The Winchester life has caught up with him and Dean. Sam worries what could have happened while he was resting. His eyes are painted with guilt. Sam blames himself for the lost of his older brother, because if it were not for his exhaustion then maybe Dean would be alright. That goes to say that he still does not understand exactly what conflict he is dealing with hear. He only wishes that he had more knowledge on this case. This mystery is killing him and his prayers go out to his brother.
"I will find you Dean!" He shouts out in his mind.
Sam figures that Dean must have left him some sort of message or something. So he frantically rushes back into the car on the passengers side to retrieve his phone off of the dash board. Phone in hand he sees that Dean has left him a voicemail. "D-demons!" The message then cuts off and Sam is more worried than before now. Hearing his brother scream in the agony that it seems that he is in, but he's still hoping for the better; he stays optimistic in finding his brother.
Soon Sam's head turns inside out, the pain is worse than the headaches he has had before, and it feels as though claws are picking at his brain. He falls down against the side of the Impala. "Ahh!" Sam screams as loud as he possibly can; screech-like. His hands grasp his head as he tries to reduce the pain, but nothing can be done to ease the hurt within his skull. His visions have crept up on him again and he begins to see where his brother, Dean, is. He is trapped by demons whose eyes are as white as snow. They toy with Dean who hangs from above embodied in chains like a slave. There is no possibility for escape.
The yellow-eyed demon reveals himself and Dean cannot believe who he is seeing at the moment. "Hey there Dean remember me?" Yellow-eyes gives off a nice demon smirk and chuckles.
"Azazel, you sonuvabitch! Let me go right now!" Dean demands as he angrily glares at the demon.
"Calm down Dean, I'm not gonna bite. Not yet at least." He grins.
"Where's Sammy?"
"No need to worry about him, he's good for now."
"What do you mean for now! You got damn demons get tired of playing of playing my little pony with Lucifer so you come out here and screw with us!"
"Same old Dean. Always room for jokes." Yellow-eyes moves closer and orders the other demons to leave the premises.
"You better not lay a damn finger on my brother! You hear me!" Dean says and is pissed to his highest extent.
"Like I said before, he's good for now."
"When I get outta this I swear!" Dean explodes.
"Swear what, Dean?"
"I'm gonna hunt you down like I've never hunted better before in my life!"
"You need to learn to watch who your speaking to like that. I believe it's about time to shut you up!"
Azazel rips the chains and Dean collapses to the ground a few inches away from his friend, yellow-eyes. Dean quickly recovers his balance feeling a sting of pain in his right knee due to his fall. The demon lifts Dean into the air and projects him ten feet off of the ground as he lands on his knee. Dean repositions himself back up once again and he is in even more pain than before. His hands veil over his right knee as he can barely stand his ground. The demon motions forward in Dean's direction and his yellow neon eyes are glowing with rage; the genuine eyes of a demon ready to unleash his hell.
"I'm going to roast your ass just like your mommy!" Azazel screams and smiles at Dean ready to spill blood.
All of this is going on in Sam's mind and the vision seems to be killing him. The excruciating pain continues to eat away at his head and he is now laid out on the ground next to the Impala fearing that his life will soon end. Los Angeles surrounds him in devastation and pandemonium reeks its way all around Sam. Here his head plays mind games and here the world gets closer in annihilating him. The flames of Los Angeles get closer to devouring Sam as he struggles seeing the demise of his brother, Dean, from the hands of the yellow-eyed demon, Azazel. His mind goes off like a grenade destroying the frontline of men at war. Only it does not end and there is a domino effect to the explosions; it lasts for an eternity in his mind.
The yellow-eyed demon lifts Dean broken body midair one last time. Azazel ignites human flesh alive as his victim screams like no other has ever shouted before when suffering from torture. Until he can no longer scream anymore the flamethrower peels away at Dean. Soon Death catches Dean in the vision and Sam knows that his brother will be gone in the matter of seconds, because his visions always come true.
Sam's nostrils are bleeding out like a river flowing as he cannot handle the pain any longer. Los Angeles only a few seconds away from cremating his body, mind, and soul forever. Double dozes of pains are going to be the end for Sam and it looks like the Winchester brothers' time is up and soon they will join either their mother or father; heaven or hell.
"Sammy!" Dean calls out to his passed out brother who has been talking to himself in his sleep. "Wake up, Sam!" Dean shakes Sam awake.
"Dean, Azazel's back!" Same cries out as he recovers himself from his nightmare.
"What are you talking about? We killed him already, there is no way he can be back. I killed him with the Colt Sam, he's gone! Everything's fine you just had a nightmare, so calm down, and eat some breakfast."
"B-but Dean, I know what I saw." Sam replies back as he rises out of his cheap motel bed. "I know it sounds crazy Dean, but listen. I saw him in my dream and he was back and he killed you."
"What?" Dean says.
"Yeah, crazy right? He burned you alive just like he did mom and on top of that there was something going wrong in Los Angeles."
"What went wrong in L.A.?"
"Just like you went down, well I had my own difficulties as well. I was cremated from the flames of the city Dean. It was so strange and it felt so damn real, more realistic than my usual visions. I just get this feeling that he's been reborn somehow, I can just feel him out there somewhere."
"You sure about this? Because I can't believe it Sammy. You expect me to think that yellow-eyed sonuvabitch is still walking out there in some meat suit? We killed him over two years ago!" Dean yells as his thoughts cannot believe what is coming out of Sam's mouth. They shot Azazel right in between the eyes with the Colt that could kill anything supernatural. Dean is truly in a state of disbelief and all he wants is for Sam to be wrong about this one.
"Just trust me Dean, he's out there somewhere waiting for us. He's taking his time, I don't know what for, but I know he's out there."
"Alright! I believe you. You're the one with the psychic freaky powers. So okay then lets say that he is alive again, how are we gonna kill him this time with no more bullets in the Colt? We gotta plan this out smoothly Sam, but just in case we need Castiel first. We gotta be one-hundred percent sure that the bastard is back, because I don't wanna be worried about something when there's absolutely nothing to worry about."
"Cas has been missing for a year Dean, we've been calling for his help, and I don't think he's gonna follow through." Sam says looking at Dean with doubt in his eyes.
"Well, we gotta try anyway."
Dean steadily calls upon the angel, Castiel for his assistance, but he does not reveal himself just as Sam had thought. "Cas! Got damn it, get your holy ass down here right now? After all we have been through together you can't even show up when we call you? Come on Cas! You don't do this to us this time you here me?"
"Please, Cas. Is Azazel back?" Sam responds looking up as Dean does as well. It has been a year since Sam and Dean have heard from there old angel friend, Castiel. Ever since the fight against the apocalypse the two have not heard a single word from him; he has abandoned them for so long. The Winchester brothers and Castiel fought side by side to send Lucifer back into his hell hole. They did whatever they could and offered their lives for the sake of the future; for the sake of the entire world and Castiel has not contacted them ever since.
"Cas." The Winchester brothers say in rhythm as they eye Castiel, not fully believing at first that he has finally appeared for them.
"Where and the hell have you been Cas? We've been calling you for damn near a year now!" Dean unleashes with all his anger. He is so pissed off at Castiel that he walks over towards him and punches him square in his face. "Damn it!" Dean stumbles backwards a bit as he holds his right fist with his other hand. Trying to relieve the pain from punching an angel, their faces are like iron.
"We've been down here hunting like crazy for a year Cas and you didn't think that we needed your help anymore? You do know that there are other things to worry about than Lucifer! Right?" Sam asks looking at Castiel with a huge disappointment. "We needed you!" Dean shouts.
"Dean. Sam." Cas says.
"Is that all you can say Cas!" Dean is overpowered with anger and it won't be soon enough before he decides to begin hunting angels for a change.
"I'm sorry Dean. Sam. I've been busy with my duties for the lord. I've wanted to get back to you as soon as possible, but I can help you with you're problem this time Dean. I'm here for the both of you, Sam."
"About got damn time Castiel. You owe us big!" Dean says as he cools down his wild beast of an attitude.
"Great Cas. So about this demon, Azazel, is he back?" Sam asks.
"Please tell me the sonuvabitch is gone Cas, please." Dean hopes.
Castiel walks over to Dean and Sam who are standing next to each other. He rises both of his hands on top of there heads and he works his angel magic. The Winchesters see Azazel and he is releasing all kinds of demons from hell. Demons are soaring all around the universe and they occupy the bodies of innocent citizens everywhere. The vision that Castiel shares with the boys depict demons of all shapes, ranks, and sizes entering bodies. In California hundreds of demons are released, in New York City people are losing themselves to demons. Everyone in the world from east to west, north to south are being manifested and they lose control of themselves. Demons force themselves into children and wear them as meat suits; they skin walk in the bodies of the innocent taking away all life from life.
"Sam. Dean. He's back alright, and he's brought over a thousand of friends with him. Now I must get back, take care, I'll get back to you soon." Castiel vanishes.
"You don't know how badly I wanted you to be wrong Sammy." Dean says as he pounds his hands at the wall near his cheap motel bed. The demon who burned our mother right in front of you is still alive! Now he's brought about a thousand other freaky sonuvabitches with him! This war isn't over yet Sam. Call Bobby!"
"Already ahead of you Dean. Lets kill this damn thing again, for mom, and for dad.