I think this story needs a little bit of explaining. Its a re-write of the season 2 finale my way but i am turning it into the first episode of season 3 which i am currently in the process of re-writing my way, so please enjoy my version of season 3. I am hopefully going to re-write 4, 5 and 6 also. Please enjoy.
Supernatural Season 3 - Episode 1 - All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2.
Red hot flames leaped and swirled around the bound man's body as his already mutilated face contorted in agony. The man's skin bubbled and blistered as the fire danced over his naked body. Rust laced chains entangled the man's limbs and suspended him in the center of what appeared to be an endless black abyss. Screams of agony echoed loudly not only from the suspended man, but mixed in with the screams of other people in the same predicament merging into a sick symphony of pain and hopelessness.
The man's flesh sizzled as it slowly curled in on itself revealing throbbing muscle and white bone. Hopelessness shone like a beacon from the man's moss green eyes, he had tried to be strong but he just couldn't handle the constant torture, it was breaking him. The man had suffered from the same torture day in, day out for the past decade... yet he did not age. He couldn't age, not in this place. To die of old age would be too easy.
Thunder cracked ominously as the abyss morphed into another form of torture. The man was no longer suspended by chains; instead he was strapped to a stone table his naked body newly healed. A small smile spread across his face as he savored the few seconds of relief before the straps tightened around his wrists and ankles allowing the blood to once again flow free.
"I can make it all stop, you know. " A female voice whispered seductively as a small young looking brunette stepped into view. Her large blue eyes sparkling with what could only be described as hunger.
"Go...waay." The man slurred as he shut his eyes in pain.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. I have an offer for you that you would stupid to refuse. "
The man opened his eyes and did his best to scowl at the small women but couldn't help but fall victim to her innocent demeanor. The women in all honesty looked like an angel, but even angels couldn't reach him in this place, only demons.
"Jst go ...waay." The man repeated but even he knew that it wouldn't be enough to make the false angel disappear.
"I will once you accept my offer. It's simple really, a win-win situation. I let you off the rack, if you agree to do a few jobs for me. "
"Noo." The man yelped as the bonds dug deeper into his skin, he was sure that soon it would severe his hands and feet completely.
"Hush now, baby. You can speak when I'm finished. "The small girl circled the man like she was a temptress and this was a sick fetish, her hands found their way to the man's chest as she lovingly stroked the skin around his nipples." I want you to have a little fun with a few newbies. I want you to let them... feel at home. "
"I won't torture... won't."
"You will if you don't want to suffer yourself, honey. That's how things work around here. "The women's hands found their way to the man's bleeding wrists, slender fingers rubbing the crimson liquid before licked clean." It's in your blood. I can taste it... You can go so far if you're willing to learn the ropes. I could teach you, if you like. "
The man's silence over-joyed the small women, she knew the man was broken and she knew he was close to accepting her offer.
"You're not like the others down here; You hold so much power... Power is everything if you know how to use it. There's nothing wrong with dealing out what you received, you know. Can you even remember how long it's been since you arrived here? How many times you have been reduced to nothing more than a pile of bones, only to be restored to have it all happen again? You don't need to go through that anymore; you can give in to the hatred and inflict the pain yourself onto others. They deserve it... They wouldn't be here if they didn't. "
The man was still silent but his eyes told the whole story. Instead of hopelessness, hatred sparkled like red hot coals. The man's pupils enlarged to fill the iris like a drug addict on an acid trip. He was turning and the women could see this.
"That's it, sweetie embrace it... "The women's eyes turned an inky black but unlike the man's her entire eye was swallowed up by the black." Soon, you'll be just like me... Welcome to the team, Sammy."
Dean Winchester sat in the darkened room, his face red and tear-stained and his knuckles bloody from hitting one too many walls. Dean slowly lifted a glass of amber liquid to his lips and greedily gulped it down before slamming the glass back down onto the wooden table below.
It had been three days since he had willingly offered himself at the crossroad in exchange for his brother to be returned to the land of the living. He had been shocked to hear that instead of the usual bargaining tool, the demon wasn't going to take anything. Sam would be returned for free, no deals. But as usual there was a catch; nothing in this world was ever free.
In exchange for his brother, all Dean needed to do was was kill. A life for a life, she had said. There was no preference to who was killed but until someone bit the dust by Dean's hand, Sam stayed dead.
It had taken Dean only a matter of minutes to decide what he was going to do, like it only took a matter of minutes to slice the homeless man's throat in the dark back alley in greenwood, Mississippi. He had done it, took a non-supernatural life, an innocent. But Sam wasn't returned to him. Instead his body lay stiff on the rotten mattress of an abandoned house in Cold Oak, South Dakota as his big brother drowned his sorrows in glass after glass of jack.
Sam had been everything to Dean, always had been. He was supposed to protect him but even that hadn't happened. Sam was dead because he hadn't found him fast enough; Sam was dead because he had been to overcome by joy to realize the other guy coming up behind his baby brother. He was a failure.
"I'm so sorry, Sammy. I didn't protect you, it was my job to protect you and now... you're dead. You're not supposed to be dead Sammy, it supposed to be me and you together... hunting that evil son-of-a-bitch yellow eyes. Dad said I had to look after you, I was older after all. But it didn't always end up that way, did it? You looked out for me too, bro. You protected me, just as much as I protected you. You might have been a punk ass bitch at times but it wouldn't be you if you weren't. God, Sammy... I need you. "
"I need you too, Dean."
Dean's neck snapped up so fast he was surprise he hadn't given himself whip-lash. There, standing before him was his brother, Sam Winchester very much alive. His skin no longer pale, his body to longer beginning to rot. Dean without hesitation moved forward and threw his hands around his brother's wide shoulders. Sam hugged him back and for those few moments both brothers only had each other, the burdens of a Winchester life forgotten as they held each other.
"It's so good to see you, baby brother." Dean said as he pulled out of the hug and looked Sam square in the eye. Sam looked confused but beamed at his big brother with nothing but pure joy.
"I didn't think you would find me." Sam said as he rubbed at his back feeling the faint broken edges of his stab wound. "God, that bastard Jake got me good didn't he... who patched me up?"
"Wait, what?" Dean blurted confused before remembering and regaining his composure, "Sam, what's the last thing you remember?"
"Uh, well, I remember seeing you and Bobby, I was so happy to see you guys... then i remember this pain, like white hot in my back... It all goes black from there." Sam seemed to grow more panicked as he continued to rub at his wound, "Dean, Jake he stabbed me. No way you could patch up a wound that bad. "
Dean hesitated; he couldn't tell his brother the truth, it would kill Sam to know what his big brother had done just to get him back, the lengths that he had gone to have him back. "I didn't patch you up, kiddo. Bobby did. He did a good job, huh?"
Sam nodded before dropping his hand back to his side, "God, how long have i been out? It's already healed a lot. "
"It's been a while. Just over a week. "
Sam seemed shocked but slowly allowed the alarm to leave his features. "Man, I'm hungry."
Dean grinned widely and pulled the impalas keys from his pocket, they chimed together in the silence, "Well then let's go get us some deep fried goodness."
"So, Ava was killing all the psychic kids and this Jake dude pulled the whammy on her?" Dean repeated what Sam had already explained as Bobby stood behind him with the classic contemplative look on his face.
"Yupp. It was Andy who helped me contact you, Dean but Ava killed him too." Sam dropped a half-eaten crust of pizza back into the box on the table in disgust as he thought of all the death he had witnessed. "It was a competition; winner gets to take his place as leader of the demonic army... "
"Nice prize." Bobby blurted sarcastically as he put down the empty beer bottle he had been holding and popped the cap off a fresh one. "Freakin' demons."
"Poor Andy." Dean said as he reflected on the last time he had seen the kid, he hadn't deserved to die, he had been a good kid. Someone his little brother had connected with, a psychic who actually hadn't given in and gone dark side.
"Everything aside, we need to find yellow eyes and Jake." Sam said, determination creeping into his voice. "I know what where they are going to be and we need to stop them."
"How could you know that, Sam? You've been dead. "Bobby felt bad for putting it so bluntly, but there really was no other way of saying what needed to be said.
"I don't know how I know, I just do. They're in Wyoming. "
Dean and Bobby share a look of concern before Bobby suddenly disappears and returns with a map, covered with crosses. "Been gettin' phone calls from every damn hunter in Wyoming... something is going down and these crosses mark the sites of the activity. Its scattered there ain't a pattern. "
Sam ignored Bobby completely, before getting up and searching for a pen. Bobby again gives dean the wtf look before watching in awe as Sam connects the crosses to form a pentagram and points triumphantly in the center. " That's where they are, the cemetery. We need to get there now. "
"Boy, how did you know to do that?" Bobby asked and seemed less than happy with his reply of a shrug. He had been slaving over a connection for the past 3 days and hadn't seen what Sam had discovered in seconds.
"Yellow eyes needs Jake to cross the demon trap. Its Samuel Colts cemetery... iron railways " Sam attempted to explain, when it was stated like that Bobby sighed, it had been pretty simple. He had been reckless.
"Sam, I think you should stay here... I just got you back, I can't lose you again. "Dean had already begun folding up the map, but he knew it wasn't going to be easy to convince his brother that he should stay behind.
"Hell no, Dean! I'm going. "
"Sam, no you need to stay-" Dean was interrupted by knock the door, at Bobby's this was unusual to say the least. Cautiously, Bobby made his way to the front door, picking up his shotgun on the way.
"Bobby ! Bobby it-it's Ellen Harvelle. " Bobby threw open the door and pointed the shotgun directly at the shaken women standing on his porch, "I'm not possessed. " She said instantly as Bobby motioned for her to come in, she had passed the wards but still had to pass a few more tests before Bobby would feel confident enough to part with his weapon.
Dean looked more than a little shocked when Ellen walked into the kitchen followed by Bobby who refused to lower his weapon. Without saying a word, Dean fetched a holy water spiked beer and handed it to Ellen who drank confidently, "Happy now, boys?"
Bobby lowered his shotgun, and moved to stand beside Sam and Dean. "We thought you were dead, the roadhouse its matchsticks."
"I wasn't there but Ash... And god, some great hunters died in there." Ellen looked sad but she also looked determined to find and kill whatever ruined his business, her life.
"We have a lead, we're heading to Wyoming. We think the demon is there and some big mojo is going down." Sam inserted into the silence that followed Ellen's statement, he was also trying to make clear to his brother that whether he liked it or not he was going to be part of the hunt and refused to be left behind.
"I'm in." Ellen stated straight off the bat. "Off to Wyoming, boys. "
"I'm glad you've changed your mind, jakey boy. I always knew you'd make the right choice. There's a reason you're my favorite. "Yellow-eyes grinned using his stolen meat suite, he took no pleasure in hiding his true nature so he allowed his sulpher yellow eyes to be on constant show. It also let Jake remember just
what he was dealing with.
"Let's just get this over with. " Jake sighed as he snatched the colt from yellow eyes hand and walked across the railway tracks. He had been given his instructions, everything had been explained and he knew that if he was to fail it would be his family that would pay the price as well as himself. He couldn't let that happen.
It was simple really, all he needed to do was put the gun into the lock on the crypt door and turn. Nothing hard really, he had fought for his country and killed to protect it, so opening a locked door wasn't difficult.
What un-nerved him more than anything was the fact that once he had opened the door, he had no idea what was going to happen... he was supposed to lead an army. Could he really do it? He still didn't know, but the best thing to do was take one thing at a time. This was all for his families sake.
Up ahead the cemetery came into view, it was in serious need of some TLC. Weeds snaked up from the long grass and covered everything. Tombstones were not in good condition either, some couldn't withstand the effects of time and had crumbled into large piles. One thing that was in good condition though, was the large crypt bang in the center of the cemetery. It stood in almost perfect condition.
Jake moved forward his hand tightening on the colt in his hand, completely oblivious to the bodies hiding behind the still standing tombstones. As he reached the door, Jake heard a clicking sound and didn't need to turn around to know someone had just cocked a gun and was most likely aiming it at his head.
"Drop the colt, Jacob." Dean said in a low warning voice as he point his .45 at the man's head his arm totally steady.
"The name is Jake. "he replied as he angled to face his opponent. "You must be big brother Dean. Sam talked about you, said you would save him... He had too much faith in you. " Jake didn't' t know what came over him but he allowed the rage to talk for him.
"I think you should do as the man says." Ellen growled as she and Bobby stepped out to fall in line with Dean, both holding their own guns to Jake's head.
"I think you should point the gun at your own head." It was like a switch flipping in his brain, like a dam letting lose all the built up water. He understood now, he wasn't just strong. There was so much more he could do. He just needed to give into the rage.
Ellen didn't know why she couldn't control her arm, but what she did know was it wasn't good. She was now aiming her own gun at her head, she shook with the effect she was exerting to try and put her arm down but she just couldn't seem to control it.
"When did you learn to do that?" Sam questioned in a cold voice as he stepped into sight, Jake's face dropped.
"I killed you. You were dead; i severed your spine YOU WERE DEAD! "Jake couldn't believe his eyes, he had slid the blade straight through his back, there was no way he could have survived.
"Guess you should improve your aim." Sam shot back in an instant, amused by Jake's shocked expression.
Before anybody could react Jake turned and pushed the colt into the lock and turned, the latches around the lock began to spin as the door began to open, Bobby grabbed the gun from Ellen before she could shot herself and Dean was sent flying backwards by Jake's fist. Sam rushed forward and aiming his gun shot Jake again and again letting the joy of his kill wash over him. An eye for an eye, he wasn't going to go easy on a person who had tried to kill him after all.
"The door its opening!" Ellen screamed before the door to the crypt burst open, sending all four hunters in different directions. Sam watched in awe as hundreds of demons shot into the sky in a mass of electric purple, he knew he should try and close the door but something inside of him wouldn't let him.
"Come on, we need to close it!" Ellen yelled as Dean helped her off the ground and both rushed forward to push closed the door. Bobby was already by the door trying in vain to push the heavy door closed.
Sam got to his feet but made no attempt to move forward to help close the door, he couldn't pull his eyes away from the streams of dark vapor pouring into the sky.
"It's beautiful, isn't it, Sammy?" A familiar voice said from behind Sam, which was enough to pull him from his awe and back into reality. He whirled round to come face to face with yellow eyes who stood looking like a proud father. "Look at you, you make a father proud."
"You're not my father." Sam snarled.
"My blood is pumping through your veins, that makes us family. "Yellow eyes grinned as he moved forward into Sam's comfort space. Sam made no effort to attack yellow eyes. "You make me proud, your more powerful than even I could have imagined."
Sam felt like he should do something, anything... but he just couldn't tear himself away.
"You feel drawn to me, don't you? That's because you're not the same as you were before. You've undergone a little... change."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Sam stammered. He was confused, but he had to admit what yellow eyes was saying was true, he did feel different like something inside him was waking up and it scared him to think about it but he wasn't afraid of what was happening... he liked it.
"Agh, I can't give away the game so soon. But don't worry it won't be that long until you understand. "
"Sam!"
Sam turned around to see his brother bounding toward him gun ready and aimed at yellow eyes but before anything could be done, yellow eyes had gone.
"Sammy, you okay?"
"Ugh, yeah." Sam wasn't really sure how he was but he didn't really feel in the mood to share.
"Dammit, I'm gunna kill that son-of-a-bitch." Dean cussed as he dramatically screamed in frustration.
"At least we closed the gate, before anymore demons could get out." Ellen said but she knew herself that there would be trouble with the amount that did get out.
"I think we have a lot of work to do." Dean stated as Sam continued to think about what yellow eyes had said.
"Yeah, we've got work to do." Sam said as he joined his brother, Bobby and Ellen who had already begun walking back to the impala.
