The Real World
Chapter 1
A thin ray of brilliant bright light shot upward toward the heavens from the dead center of the circular blood symbol on the floor. Lilith's blood continued to swerve and twist around the symbol even as the light began to grow, and fill the room.
All Sam and Dean could do was watch, horrorstricken as the light flowed from the ground, illuminating the once dark convent.
"Come on Sammy, let's get outta here." Dean had said as he grabbed at Sam's jacket, not once taking his eyes from the floor.
"Dean…" Sam said weakly as he too watched the light grow. "He's coming."
Of course by 'he', they both knew what that meant. A pit formed in Dean's stomach at the thought. 'He' was Lucifer.
The light continued to grow, until the entire circle was nothing but a large hole of a bright white light. It was big enough for anything to crawl out of. That thought made the pit in Dean's stomach shoot up to his throat.
He fisted Sam's jacket, and the two of them shot out of the room, darting around the body of the brunet woman that once contained Ruby, and then fled down the hall. Dean did not want Sam or him to be there when Lucifer crawled his way out. He was afraid of what that would mean.
As they ran, Dean looked around at all of the bodies that lay motionless on the cobbled stone ground of the hallway. A tear escaped the corner of Dean's eye as he realized sadly what had happened. These people were possessed by demons. Sam had gotten to them, killing the demons and the hosts. His brother had killed these people.
Even at a time like this, he couldn't help but remember the beginning of the year. A few weeks after he had escaped from Hell, Sam had defended his abilities saying that, "The knife kills the victim, what I do most of them survive!"
They had made it to the large double doors, and Dean, one handedly opened them and ran toward the Impala with Sam at his heel.
Dean made it to the driver's side and snuck a quick glance at the convent. To his horror, he saw the light streaming from every window of the building, now illuminating the night around them.
They opened their doors, climbed in the car, and closed the door behind them hastily. Dean then shoved the key in the ignition and sped off toward the interstate, putting Maryland, and Lucifer in their rearview mirror…if only temporarily.
Dean noticed that he was doing twenty over the speed limit. He considered it for a moment, and figured it wasn't fast enough to ditch this nightmare. He stepped on the gas harder, and looked over at Sam.
Sam was staring out the window wide eyed. His face voice of all emotion. Dean decided he would speak first, try to comfort his brother, and himself.
"It's alright, we'll figure this out. That son of a bitch better enjoy his freedom now, because he's going right back into his cage real soon." Dean rambled. He looked back at the road, and then back to Sam, and then back to the road again.
Sam finally sighed, "Don't say 'I told ya so.'"
Dean glanced at Sam and knew immediately what he meant. He was talking about Ruby. The bitch had been working for Lilith the whole time as he had suspected, but Sam had made the mistake in trusting her. He got too close and even slept with her, letting his emotions cloud his judgment. It even got so far as to become a blood relation. Dean wondered how long that bitch had tricked him into drinking her blood.
Dean finally nodded. He wouldn't punish his brother for this. After all, he had been the one to start it, it would only add to the irony if Sam were the one to finish it.
"What's the plan now?" Sam asked, sounding broken, and defeated.
Dean sighed and turned his attention back to the road. "We go to Bobby's…tell him what happened, and then find some way to put an end to this."
Sam nodded solemnly. "What about Cas? Where's he?"
Dean shrugged, he honestly didn't know. Last he saw of him, he was at Chuck's. The archangel was coming, and as the room filled with that light, Castiel sent Dean all the way to Maryland in only an instant to stop his brother from breaking the last Seal. Castiel had disobeyed, and Dean knew that, that was the worst offense for an angel. Castiel was a fugitive just so he could save the world from Hell on earth. And it was all for nothing, Dean had still failed to stop Sam.
Sam turned his attention back to the scenery outside his window. The guilt was eating him up inside. Dean sighed deeply with frustration. "So what happened in there?" He demanded.
A tear spilled from Sam's eye at the memory. "I killed Lilith, turns out that was the last Seal."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Thanks, I got that part. What were you and Ruby talking about before I busted in?"
More tears spilled down Sam's cheek. "B-basically, she manipulated me…i-into drinking her blood. She said it made my abilities stronger. She said it would make me stronger…strong enough to kill Lilith. She kept that charade up for almost a year, Dean. Up until tonight. Before I came to the c-convent, I drained a demon. Drained her."
Dean shot a look at Sam, and then continued to look into the dark night. "You drained a person? As in, you downed an entire body's worth of blood?"
Sam nodded solemnly, still looking out his window. He didn't want to see Dean's face.
"Oh God…" Dean whispered.
Another tear slipped from Sam's eye. "Turns out, I never really needed the blood for my abilities to get that strong. She said that I had it in me the whole time."
Sam purposely left out her Disney reference, but still got his point across. Dean glanced at the back of Sam's head. "What else?" Dean encouraged in a whisper, even though he was sure he didn't want to hear the rest of this.
"All that demon blood, Dean…" Sam sobbed brokenly, "All it did was…make me a monster."
Tears were now falling down Sam's face with no restraints. He had changed himself, killed himself…for nothing.
"It's alright Sammy." Dean said in a soft voice, with no real emotion in his words. He wasn't quite sure where they stood just yet, they had a lot more to discuss.
Sam nodded slowly, but still couldn't bring himself to look Dean in the face. Dean said nothing as he was now concentrating on his driving.
He leaned over, and turned the radio on, letting Led Zepplin fill the car and relieve Dean of only a little of his tension as the song disrupted the uncomfortable silence.
We are so screwed. Came a voice in Dean's subconscious.
Yep, new story guys. haha. Feedback is very much appreciated. You know me, it will be action packed and awesome. :D
I'm still working on 'Slave To The Thirst' but this is just something that came to me one morning. More soon, i promise.
