Supernatural: Legacy

A/N: Hello, I'm back! Yes, I return with the start of Supernatural Season 2, and so you all know, the BAU team will be playing a much bigger part in the lives of the Winchesters; so, just to remind you all, Ol' Yellow Eyes has possessed Liz, and has kidnapped them both, and now it'll be up to Dean, John, Bobby, and the BAU to save their missing friends. Also, Elle will be mentioned, but she won't be showing up this time, and, as in the show, will be replaced by Emily Prentiss.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.

PRELUDE: DEMON BLOOD

"Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed."

Psalm 6: 2

A bright yellow sun rose into the sky, casting rainbows through the air; the sky was a clear blue after the storm. Inside the house, Liz walked down the stairs, nodded to those in the kitchen, and then went into the study.

She sat down at the desk, opened the book to where she'd left off, and she picked up the pen. 'So much to do, and so little time,' she thought, reading over the last sentence she'd wrote last night, and resumed writing.

I remember every moment that I was possessed by Azazel…all the pain, everything; but that is nothing compared to what he did to my little brother, Sam: the introduction of demon blood.

John Winchester, a former Marine turned hunter, grunted as he helped his oldest son, Dean, into the front seat of the Impala, and then propped himself against the hood with his son's phone in order to release the pressure on his wounded leg.

"Dad…" Dean mumbled, fighting against the pain that was trying to drag him down into darkness again. "Dad…"

"Yes, son?" John asked, looking at him.

"We're – we're gonna save both Liz and Sam aren't we?" Dean asked blearily. "We're gonna save them…and kill Azazel?"

John nodded. "We will, Dean, I promise that we'll get your brother and sister back, and we'll kill Azazel once and for all."

Dean weakly smiled, his eyes drooping; sighing John turned his attention to the phone and was relieved to find Bobby Singer's number in his son's contacts. Selecting the number, he held the phone to his ear, listening to the ringing while composing his thoughts. 'Bobby will probably kill me when I tell him what just happened.'

`"Hello?"`

"Bobby, it's me, John," he said.

`"Thank God,"` Bobby exclaimed, relieved. `"I was worried that the kids had failed to rescue you."`

"They got me out all right, Bobby," John confirmed. "But something's bad has happen." And he quickly described everything that'd happen, leaving nothing out, and was close to tears when he finished.

Bobby was silent for several seconds, and then exploded over the line. `"Dammit, John! Are you trying to get both you and your kids killed?!"` he raged. `"You're not being the sort of father that they need, John, and now they're paying for it!"`

John let Bobby's anger wash over him since he deserved it; this wasn't the first time Bobby had ripped him a new one about how he was raising his kids, especially Liz, who needed a mother figure in her life.

`"So where are you and Dean exactly?"` Bobby asked, his voice slightly rough from yelling.

"Parked in front of a cabin, fifty miles outside Jefferson City," John responded, "and you better hurry."

`"I'll be there as soon as I can,"` Bobby promised before hanging up; sighing, John closed the cell-phone and ran a hand over his face to wipe away the tears.

He hadn't meant for this to happen, in fact once they had the Colt, he'd planned to reveal all that he knew, but he lied to his kids instead, and they were now paying the price just like Bobby said.

It was two hours later when Bobby showed up in his tow truck, his buckshot in hand as he climbed out, and went over to the Impala.

"Man, I better get you both to a hospital real quick," Bobby remarked upon seeing the condition that both John and Dean were in, deciding to deck the marine later. "Come on, let's get you into the truck, Dean," he added, handing his gun to John.

Dean weakly nodded as he leaned heavily against Bobby as he got out of the car; John kept watch while his oldest son got into the truck, and handed the gun back when the older man came back.

"You should know, John, I was gonna deck you when I got here," Bobby said seriously as he helped his friend stand up. "But I'll wait until both you and Dean get better."

"Thanks," John said gruffly and climbed into the truck next to his son while Bobby went back to the Impala. 'Hang on, Dean, just hang on a little bit longer.'

When Sam began regaining consciousness, the first thing he was aware of was the pain of being used as both a punching bag and a stuntman; he was also aware of having a sore throat, and when he finally cracked his eyes open, he let out a small curse because of the bright lighting directly overhead.

`"Language, Sam,"` Liz's voice scolded from somewhere next to him.

Sam carefully opened his eyes again; sitting in a chair next to him was his sister, but it was obvious that the demon, Azazel, was still possessing her since her eyes were an eerie yellow and not brown.

"Get-" he began before coughing violently, his throat was too dry for talking.

"Here," Azazel said, picking up a glass and leaning forward, sighing when Sam flinched away. "It's just water," he added gently.

Sam warily eyed the glass, which did seem to have water in it, but it also could be drugged, too; reluctantly he allowed the demon to let him have several sips. He would've taken the glass himself, but it wasn't possible since his arms and legs were strapped down to a hospital bed.

He was in a large, white room with a single door and a large mirror, which he suspected to be a one-way window for the demons to keep tabs on him; he was surprised to find a heart monitor hooked up to his arm, plus a saline drip, and that he was wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants.

"Now what were you saying?" Azazel asked once the glass was empty.

"I said get out of my sister's body," Sam growled. "And let me go, too," he added.

Azazel shook his head. "Sorry, Sammy, I can't do that…not for a while anyway." He then grimaced for a moment as Liz's eyes flickered between yellow and brown before returning completely yellow. "Dammit, your sister keeps putting up a fight, and I've already have had to gag her twice to stop her singing that bloody Henry the Eighth song constantly," he complained.

Sam couldn't help but grin; knowing that his sister was resisting and doing her level best to drive Azazel crazy was a very good sign in his book. "So why am I strapped to this bed?"

"It's a necessary precaution," Azazel answered, leaning forward again. "You see, Sammy, out of your entire generation, you're my favorite, and I've got big plans for you, son."

"I'm not your son," Sam snapped. "And what are your plans exactly?"

Azazel grinned. "Now that would be a major spoiler, so I'm not telling; but I'll say this, what I have planned is gonna be bigger then anything you can possibly imagine, Sammy."

Sam glared. "Don't call me, Sammy."

Azazel sighed. "Really need to work on that temper," he tsked. "'course it'll come in handy when the time is right."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Still doesn't explain why you kidnapped both me and Liz," he remarked.

"Well, it was a 'spur of the moment' thing," Azazel admitted when the door opened to let in Andrew and three other demons; they were all wearing doctor and nurses' outfits, and were pushing a cart cover with medical equipment, plus a pouch filled with what looked suspiciously like blood. "You are getting stronger, Sammy, but not fast enough," he added, standing up to make some room. "So, I've moved up my plans for you a bit."

Sam watched as one of the demons set up a stand to his left, and his heart started racing when the bag was hooked onto it. "What is that? What're they doing?"

Andrew frowned at the increased readings on the monitor. "Should I give him a sedative? I don't like the way that his heart is pounding."

"No," Azazel said firmly. "As for your question, Sam, that's demon blood," he explained while Andrew prepped a drip line. "Normally I would wait until after the opening of the Devil's Gate, and have you drink it; but this will do for now."

"I don't want it!" Sam shouted, struggling against the straps. "No!"

"You don't have a choice," Azazel stated. "Also, once this hits your system you will become addicted," he added as two of the demons held down Sam's arm, allowing the third demon to swab it clean, and Andrew inserted the needle.

Sam could only watch helplessly as the blood began flowing down the drip line and into him. He was so screwed!

It was a steady beeping sound that woke Dean up; he took in the white room, the crisp white sheets that were covering him, and the IV in his left arm, plus the wires of the heart monitor that were attached to his bandaged chest.

He'd just found the button to change the position of the bed when his dad entered the hospital room with a slight limp and his right arm in a sling. "D-Dad," he rasped.

"Thank God, Dean, you're awake," John said, clearly relieved as he pushed the call button for a nurse to come, and picked up a glass of water. "Water?"

Dean nodded and managed several sips to sooth his dry throat. "Thanks, dad," he mumbled. "Liz and Sam?"

John just shook his head, taking the nearest seat when a blonde nurse entered, and her nametag read Kelly.

"You're awake, that's good," she said brightly; collecting the clipboard from the end of the bed, she checked the equipment that was monitoring his vitals, took down a few notes, and then asked him some questions about how he was feeling.

Dean answered the best that he could while trying to recall exactly what had happen, and why both Sam and Liz weren't there.

"Ok, I'll get Dr. Kripe," Kelly said, "and he'll be here in a few minutes."

"Thanks," John said with a tired smile, and she left the room; he looked at his son, who had a peculiar expression on his face. "Dean?"

Dean swallowed as he remembered what'd happened. Azazel, the yellow-eyed demon, had possessed his sister and had kidnapped Sam, taking the Colt. He fought back the tears as he looked at his dad. "That bastard took them, didn't he? And all that he said…was that true?"

John reluctantly nodded. "'fraid so, son; as for as I know, it's all true."

Dean quietly cursed. Demon blood inside his brother, causing the nightmares and visions. "Why aren't you out there looking for the scumbag?" he asked, noticing his father's exhausted expression. "Dad?"

John sighed. "Dean, I can't do this without you, son, not this time," he admitted. "Azazel taking both Liz and Sam like that…it's out of character, and none of the other special children I've managed to find have had any supernatural stuff happen to them…almost as if they're suppose to have normal lives or something."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, like we've had normal lives." And John chuckled.

Just then, a tall man with short brown hair entered. "Hi, Dean," he said, "I'm Dr. Kripe, and I've been looking after you for the past three days. Now how do you feel?"

"Sore," Dean answered, although he rather be looking for his siblings, "tired."

"Not surprising," Dr. Kripe remarked. "A serious strain was placed on your heart and you lost quite a bit of blood. Do you recall what might've happened?"

Dean shrugged. "Not really," he lied. "Just a blur really." 'Three days? Sheesh.'

"That's perfectly normal after suffering a serious trauma like you underwent," Dr. Kripe said reassuringly. "Now there are some tests I'll need to run, but you should be up and about in a week or so."

"Sound good to me," Dean said, resting against the pillow. 'The sooner I can get out of here, the sooner I can find Liz and Sam.'

/I'm Henry the Eighth, I am! I'm Henry the Eighth, I am, I am!/

Azazel groaned and buried his face in his hands as Liz began singing as loudly as she could, distracting him from his paperwork yet again; for the past two weeks, Liz had been fighting to get him out of her meat-suit, despite his best effort to gag and bind her, and she was alternating between the Henry the Eighth song and This is the song that never ends song that was played at the end of every episode of Lamb-chop's Play-a-long.

"Shut up!" Azazel shouted, just as Andrew entered the office and flushed at his son's bemused expression while mentally gagging Liz for the up-teen time.

"She's singing again?" Andrew again, eyebrows raised; the first time he learned that Liz Winchester was trying to drive his dad nuts, was when he entered the office and found his dad running around the room, crashing into the walls in an attempt to shut her up.

"Yes," Azazel grumbled, now mentally shoving the brat into a safe and locking it tight despite all of her fighting. "You have a report?" he asked, nodding to the folder in his son's hand.

Andrew nodded. "Several actually; it looks like John and Dean Winchester will be getting out of the hospital soon according to Kelly, and will probably head straight for Bobby Singer's place in Sioux Falls, South Dakota."

"Make sense," Azazel remarked. "They'll be determine to get both Elizabeth and Sam back as soon as possible. Go on."

"Well, Sam isn't resisting nearly as much when I hooked up the most recent pouch of blood, and he is eating all of the healthy food being fed to him," Andrew reported. "But, I'm concerned about the lack of exercise since he's strapped down all the time."

Azazel frowned and turned on a TV on the desk; it had a wireless connection to a video camera that was filming everything going on in the room. On the screen, he could see Sam struggling with the straps holding him down, but he could also see that Andrew was right.

"Okay, figure out an exercise program," he said, not wanting the young man to get sick.

Nodding, Andrew left and he continued to watch the screen, thinking: he knew that Sam would develop powers like exorcising a demon with just his mind or even kill…in time. Of course, he needed a way of alerting Sam to the possibility without getting killed or sent back to Hell himself.

'I'll drop a hint before I leave,' Azazel decided and turned his thoughts toward a different problem: the Seals; he knew that in order to break the first seal, he'd need to get a innocent soul down into Hell, and have that soul cave and torture other souls.

But who?

He considered his options; there were the remaining Winchesters, or even that one team from the FBI. No, he'd best keep it among the Winchesters; currently it was a tossup between John and Dean, since Liz wasn't going anywhere…yet.

Sam would need the moral support of his family for another year, two years top, at least, but did he need his dad or his brother more? And what to do with his sister?

/A penny for your thoughts, Azazel?/ Liz asked suddenly, making the demon jump; it hadn't been easy, but she'd managed to get out of the safe and removed the gag without setting off any alarms, and for the last few minutes had been listening in.

From the moment Azazel possessed her, Liz had been fighting for her life and body back; she'd also been trying to figure out the demon's game plan, and what she'd managed to learn had her terrified.

"Go away," Azazel ordered.

/Not while you're in my body, jerk,/ Liz retorted, and was getting ready to start singing again when she noticed something on the TV screen. /Whose that with Sam?/

Azazel looked at the screen and instantly left to his feet, cursing. "Dammit! What's she doing here?!" and ran out of the office, cursing up a storm.

Sam was dozing when he became aware of a presence in the room, and a moment later he realized that he hadn't heard the door open; opening his eyes, he saw a tall woman standing at the foot of his bed.

She had long black hair with brilliant red highlights, purple eyes, and olive skin barely hidden by a red, sleeveless blouse, a black leather jacket, a black/red leather mini skirt, black tights, and black leather boots.

"Who are you?" he asked warily; he wasn't sure how, but somehow he knew that this was a demon in a human body, and he was sure it had something to do with the demon blood.

He knew that addictions weren't fun, having read up on them when he was still at Stanford while helping a friend, who'd gotten addicted to crack cocaine, and he hated how the demon blood made him feel, too.

He loved it, and that sucked big time!

"No one of importance," the woman said vaguely with a Russian accent as she walked around the bed, trailing her fingers over his leg. "But you may call me Natasha if you like."

Shivers ran through him every time she touched him, and he was surprised when she began removing the IVs and loosing the straps. "What're you doing?"

"I thought you'd like to stretch your legs a bit," Natasha said, removing the last of the straps, and held out a hand to help him up.

Sam wasn't sure if he could trust her, but he was grateful for a chance to get out of the bed. "Thanks," he said, taking Natasha's hand and got unsteadily on his feet.

"You're welcome," Natasha responded with a slight smile. "You are certainly tall," she added, impressed.

"And you're a demon," Sam stated.

"Yes, I am," Natasha confirmed, bemused. "Shame that Azazel has you locked up, I bet the ladies love being around you."

Sam smiled slightly, thinking of Sarah. "Yeah, you could say that."

Natasha gave him a wistful look as she stepped away. "It's a shame that we had to meet like this, Sam," she said, her eyes glowing red instead of black. "But I've got a job to do."

Sam yelped as he was suddenly pinned to the wall…again, and Natasha drew closer while unfolding a blade. "I thought Azazel…wants me alive."

"He does," Natasha agreed sadly, "but my boss doesn't, and I have to do as I'm told."

Just then, the door was kicked in and Azazel stormed into the room with Andrew and several other demons.

"Get away from him, Natasha," he growled, releasing Sam, who collapsed to the floor. "Why are you here?"

"Nice meat-suit," Natasha commented, ignoring the question. "Decided to shop on the softer side of Sears?"

Azazel growled while the others moved around the room to protect Sam. "None of your business. Why are you here?"

Natasha's expression turned cold and hard. "Not everyone likes what you're doing, Azazel," she stated, "and I'm here to stop it."

Sam didn't like what was going on and he wasn't about to let any harm come to his sister's body. 'I wish I could send you back to Hell with my mind alone.' "Go back to Hell," he snapped and was surprised when every demon in the room staggered a little, including Azazel.

"What was that?" Natasha asked, unsure of what just happened.

"Progress," Azazel said, delighted. "Get her out of here," he ordered and two of the demons disarmed Natasha and took her away. "Well, Sammy, you just tried to exorcise us."

Sam was surprised, was that what he almost did? "What?"

Azazel grinned. "Just now you came close to exorcising everyone in this room," he explained. "Think about it, Sammy, being able to exorcise a demon without any of those silly chants, and improving the odds of the human host surviving the experience."

'Exorcise a demon with just my mind?' Sam was floored by the possibilities; unfortunately that wasn't the only thing that floored him. No sooner did he get to his feet, then the inside of his mind exploded with pain, and he dropped back to the floor with a cry of pain.

"Sam!"

Sam attempted to curl up into a ball as he was overwhelmed by images of events to come in a very jumbled mess.

A girl being beheaded…a woman about to jump off a bridge…a pair of twins on the same bridge…Dean's voice…Liz's voice…a man aiming a gun at Dean's head…a white, circular building with a gold statue on top of a spire…a man and a woman, twins, standing in front of some kind of screen…Dean aiming a gun at a young man…

"Sam!" Azazel shouted again as the young man forced his hazel eyes open despite the pain. "Sammy, talk to me; are you having a vision?"

"It's…Sam," Sam grunted. "Too many…visions!"

"What does that mean?" one of the demons asked, confused.

Azazel frowned. "I think the demon blood is causing him to see further into the future than usual." 'But is that all that'll be changed by the blood?'

Groaning, Sam peered blearily at the bed and reached out for the nearest strap to pull himself up…when something in his mind twitched, and the bed moved almost an inch, surprising the demons.

"How-?"

"Get him onto the bed now!" Andrew ordered, and two of the demons grabbed Sam by his arms and legs, lifting him up and carrying him over to the bed.

Azazel left the room and went out onto the main floor of the abandoned factory he was using as his base to ponder the recent events; he looked around when Andrew came out an hour later.

"How is he?"

Andrew sighed. "Wiped out by both the visions and that flash of telekinesis," he reported. "I'm going to wait a few hours before giving him anymore demon blood."

"Good idea," Azazel agreed and they walked toward a nearby stairwell. "I didn't expect to have Sam's visions affected by the blood, or even unlock other abilities," he admitted.

"Dad is that the only time that Sam moved something with his mind?" Andrew asked as they walked up the stairs to a walkway; seeing the bed move like that had surprised everyone.

Azazel shook his head and stopped next to a doorway where four demons were waiting. "No, according to Elizabeth's memories, when they encountered that boy Max and Sam had a vision of him killing Dean, he managed to move that closet with his mind."

"Max was the one who committed suicide?" Andrew asked and Azazel nodded. "So, by giving Sam demon blood, we'll be unlocking more abilities inside his mind?"

Azazel shrugged. "Looks like it," he said and nodded to the doorway. "Is the room ready?"

"Yes."

"Good."

He entered the room, which had a bed in one corner with medical equipment next to it, a connecting bathroom, a small bookcase, and table and chair; removing Liz's jacket and placing it on the back of the chair, he turned to face Andrew and the others as they entered, too. "You know what to do while I'm gone?"

Andrew nodded. "Yes, sir."

Azazel returned the nod, took several deep breaths, and then leapt from Liz's body to the nearest air vent; Liz gasped when she suddenly regained control of her body and then passed out after a few seconds.

Two of the demons caught Liz before she hit the floor, and Andrew went into full doctor mode.

"Get her on the bed and hooked up," he instructed, picking up a clipboard to record the medical stats; he'd chosen a doctor to possess as he was interested by the medical advancements that humanity had made, which he was using in a special project, and he was making sure not to ride his host's body too hard as he wanted this man to live and write a lot of medical papers. 'Once he's done with the years of therapy to come once everything is done.'

After being in the hospital for two weeks, Dean got fed up and forcibly checked himself out despite the protests of Dr. Kripe and his dad, who'd been discharged the day before.

"Dad," Dean said seriously as the got into the Impala, "the longer I stay in there, the longer it'll take us to find Liz and Sam, and stop whatever that yellow-eyed bastard is doin' to them."

John sighed and started the car. "All right." And he drove toward Bobby's place.

Bobby was dozing on his porch when he heard the familiar rumble of the Impala's engine, and sat up in his chair as the car pulled up and both Dean and John got out.

"Hey, boys," he greeted as he left the porch and hugged Dean, who returned the hug. "How're you doing, kid?"

"I'm better," Dean answered, breaking the embrace and grabbed his bags out of the back seat; he knew that Bobby already had Liz and Sam's gear stored away for safekeeping.

Bobby led them inside. "I set up the guestroom for you both to share," he explained. "That won't be a problem will it?"

Both John and Dean shook their heads. "No."

"Good, I'll fix us all some lunch."

After storing their gear and a quick lunch of baked beans, hot dogs, and even a green salad, which Dean complained to be rabbit food, much to the amusement of Bobby and John; they settled in the study with a couple of beers to figure out where to start.

"I've been checking the weather patterns and I haven't found anything that screams demonic presence," Bobby told them. "It's been quiet."

"Calm before the storm," John agreed, sipping his beer. "It won't be easy to find Azazel this time, he'll be covering his tracks."

Both Bobby and Dean agreed with that; tracking the yellow-eyed demon wasn't going to be easy, and there was also the fact of the other special children out there, who also had abilities like Sam.

"What about the other special children?" Bobby asked; while John and Dean were in the hospital, he'd gone over everything that the oldest Winchester had collected, including a list of children names, who had mothers die in nursery fires.

John shrugged. "Don't know, until now I assumed all had nursery fires," he admitted. "I'm not even certain that we can find all of them."

"I know a group of people who can help," Dean said suddenly; he'd been considering making a call to the BAU while he was in the hospital, but he knew that both his dad and Bobby would most likely object.

"Who, son?" John asked.

Dean took a deep breath, preparing himself for the possible blow up. "The BAU team that helped me rescue Sam and Liz from that cannibal family, and also got those charges against me in St. Louis dropped."

John stared at his son for a moment and then shook his head. "No, Dean, no; I'm sure those federal agents are good people, but they already got a target painted on their backs, and I don't think we should make that target any bigger."

"I know that, dad," Dean agreed. "But, they're profilers, and they have access to resources that can help us with all of this."

"Dean-" John began, but Bobby cut in.

"John, normally I'd agree with you, but I've talked with some of 'em people and I think they can help, too," Bobby said, "and they did help the kids find you in Jefferson City."

John stared at them both, stunned. "You both are serious about this?"

"Yes, sir."

"Sure as Hell."

"Fine," John grumbled. "Make the call."

"Yes, sir."

A/N: And that's it for now. See you all next week! R&R everyone!