A/N: I don't own anyone (save for my OC's) as that honor goes to the genius Kripke though I wish I could own the guys (but hey who doesn't?).
This is the fourth in the Salvation and Deliverance series. Brooklyn and Castiel are hot on the trail of Seth before Lilith can carry out her plans for the prophet…..
"Seth…..Seth….."
The prophet opened his eyes to the soft voice drawing him in. He focused his blurry vision feeling his eyes go wide in horror to find Lilith standing there before him. Her lips turned up in a malicious smile. Her eyes were a gentle shade of green but Seth knew behind those gorgeous olive depths was a murderer and unholy entity waiting to strike out.
Lilith reached out tracing her fingers along the man's strong jaw giggling as he jerked back smacking his head against the cool metal wall.
"Aw poor Seth," her tone mocked the prophet as he winced in pain gritting his teeth together fighting back the tear welling at the corner of his eye. For once Seth wished Zachariah was here so he could smite the sorry bitch's ass back to Hell.
"Too bad you won't be around much longer. I was really beginning to like you, Seth," she leaned in inhaling the seer's scent. His essence arousing to the demon as her tongue ran along his jaw. Seth cringed at the invasion of his space especially as it was the demon skank who invaded.
"I just wanna devour you," Lilith ran her hands down his exposed chest. Seth shot his eyes down seeing his shirt was gone. Her touch burned against his skin leaving invisible burns where her fingers met hot skin. He breathed through gritted teeth refusing to give her the pleasure of knowing his pain and suffering at her hand.
Lilith could smell his fear as it trickled down his face and chest in the form of beaded sweat. Her grin widened as her hand slid to his shoulder molding her hand into a claw like formation as her eyes rolled back revealing empty white disks that stared Seth down. He could feel the demon's dark essence surrounding him as the first hints of burning flesh singed his nostrils as the sound of his own piercing scream rang in his ears.
The demon's laugh filled the air as she branded the screaming man with her mark.
His pain turning unbearable bordering on excruciating as Seth struggled against her fiery grip. He felt his body burning as if the fires of Hell itself consumed ever fiber of his being. Lilith continued to watch with glee as his body writhed and twisted against the iron manacles clasped tightly around his wrists.
"Lilith that is enough!" Damon's voice boomed. His eyes flashed liquid silver as he approached the blonde haired demon ripping her hand away from Seth's body.
"You always spoil my fun, Damon," Lilith feigned hurt and puckered her lips in a pouting gesture. Damon remained steadfast unimpressed with her childish antics.
"You seem to forget he is not here as your little play thing, Lilith. He is needed to break a Seal and in order for that to occur he needs to be alive."
Lilith narrowed her eyes as they turned white and glared at the demon before her. Damon's flashed silver challenging the lower demon. He didn't care if she was the first he was more powerful as he had been by Lucifer's side when they were cast for their disobedience. Damon wasn't about to let her carnal bloodlust derail them now. Not when they were so close to having Lucifer walking free.
Lilith snarled at Damon before her eyes reverted back to normal still holding her hateful stare. Damon shook his head at her as he sidestepped the seething demon and approached Seth feeling her eyes burning against the back of his head.
Seth was still reeling from Lilith's touch when Damon reached him. The demon silently sized up the prophet noting the defiance that shined in his eyes breaking through the pain and agony that had taken hold. Damon gripped his chin tightly in his hand turning Seth's head so he could look directly into those brilliant blue depths burning his empty silver orbs into the prophet's.
"Do you know why you're here?"
"I like to think it's because of my stunning good looks," Damon chuckled softly at the snarky remark.
"Not quite Seth. You see one of the Seals requires the blood of a messenger of God to be spilled under the Sanguine moon. And that is in three days," Damon's voice was cool and smooth making Seth shift uneasily in the demon's grip. He had heard much about Damon and how he was one of the angels that conspired with Lucifer earning him a front row seat in Hell.
"Oh is that all? Gee how original," Seth could feel his voice cracking despite his best efforts to hide it with heavy sarcasm. Damon pinched his fingers harder against the man's chin feeling his neck and face tense at the pressure. The demon rushed in closer until his face was millimeters from Seth's. Seth narrowed his eyes until they were two perfect cerulean slits.
"I didn't finish, prophet. The shedding of your blood will allow Lamashtu to rise again. But we'll be requiring every precious drop of your blood to accomplish this. See Lamashtu needs living blood to return so you'll be very much alive as your life force slips away."
The wicked smile crossed his lips at the thought of watching the seer bleed like a pig. Seth had become quite the defiant one refusing to divulge his premonitions even when he was put under torture at the hands of Damon and Lilith.
"You can sacrifice me Damon but I will never tell you anything so piss off you demonic parasite."
Damon roughly released his grip on the prophet knowing he wasn't getting anywhere by being "civil". No he was going to have to try another tactic and he knew just how. Grinning wildly, Damon flicked his wrist conjuring up an ancient looking relic in his hands. Seth looked in horror at the relic then at the demon.
"What is the meaning of this?!" The prophet demanded. Damon beamed wider knowing he had Seth's complete and undivided attention now.
"Since you won't let us in on your little visions I decided perhaps this will make you at least reconsider. You see Brooklyn and Castiel have been searching for you and are getting a tad bit close for our liking," he wrapped his fingers around the top of the bottle applying pressure preparing to unleash what was contained within.
"You're bluffing Damon," Seth growled.
"Am I Seth?" Damon smirked as Lilith looked on with malevolence in those flashing olive orbs.
Seth knew what was contained within that relic. It was one of the Pit's most feared creatures as he had seen it in one of his visions.
"Even if I did tell you you would still sick Fido on Cas and Brook."
Damon nodded and shrugged his shoulders as if to say yeah and his point was what?
It was at that moment the vision struck Seth.
The pounding slammed against his head as the premonition ran through his mind.
Tariel and Dean were surrounded by demons in the town center as the rain poured down in buckets. Their clothes clung to their bodies as their hair was plastered against their scalps. Lightning streaked overhead revealing the black hate filled orbs fixed on them. Dean reached down grabbing his angel's hand seeking what little emotional support she offered. The demons closed in tightening the circle around the hunter and angel blocking off any means of escape.
Then several demons broke the barrier allowing one with raven hair and gorgeous green orbs. His gaze remained fixated on Tariel as the demons closed behind him. The demon lifted his hand and in one quick twist of the wrist sent Dean hurling to the pavement keeping him pinned to the ground.
"Dean!" Tariel turned to him but the demon cut her off grabbing her wrists tightly in his large hands.
"Did you think you were never gonna see me after Toledo, Tariel?!"
"Barbas!" she cried out as fear spilled through her being. Barbas grinned and nodded his head seeing the fright in his former lover's eyes.
"I told you I wasn't going to let you go so easily, Tariel."
The angel was frozen with fear unable to fight back as Barbas leaned in pressing his lips hard to hers as the sound of something metallic clicking could be heard. Barbas jerked away as Tariel looked down seeing her wrists bound in iron shackles with a binding spell etched on each manacle.
Dean rolled over feeling his head throbbing violently. Forcing his eyes open the hunter could see two figures on the ground and screams filling the air. Screams that belonged to his beloved angel. Dean shot up fighting through the fogginess of his mind desperate to reach Tariel as she continued crying out for him.
Barbas belted Tariel hard across the face as he pounded hard inside her. The angel continued crying and pleading with Barbas to stop. He cries fell on deaf ears as the demon continued his relentless assault on the angel.
Dean stood but staggered as his mind continued to thunder loudly focusing on the demon that dared to defile his angel. He pulled out the dagger aiming for Barbas's spine keeping his stare trained on the demon. But the hunter wouldn't make it but two steps as two large demons tackled him to the ground while one kept his knee pressed in his back leaving him helpless to watch his angel being hurt before his very eyes.
"Not again…Not someone else…." Dean muttered bitterly as hot tears mingled with cold rain.
Seth gasped hard for air as the vision departed yet the pain remained. Damon watched as the seer bit back the pain seeing the vein on the side of his head throbbing and protruding from beneath his skin.
"I can stop it," Damon said in a low tone as he produced two lower tabs before Seth's eyes. He eyed the relief hungrily fighting hard to resist what lay before him knowing it was a ploy. But the pain showed no mercy for the seer as another sharp bolt of pain struck him down. His hands curled into two tight balls as his body shook violently. Tears streamed down his face as he couldn't bear it any longer.
"Give them to me Damon," Seth's voice was barely audible but Damon's unnatural hearing heard every syllable.
He beamed knowing Seth had relented.
Instructing the man to open his mouth, Damon popped the tabs down Seth's throat then produced a glass of cool clear water to which the prophet greedily gulped the refreshing offering down. Damon stepped back seeing Seth hang his head partly in shame and partly in pain.
Lilith stepped forward and titled Seth's head up noticing the man was now silent as the drugs had taken effect in more ways than one.
"I foresaw it…." Seth's speech was slurred and heavy as each word formed upon his lips and tongue. His pupils had dilated to the point they overshadowed the beautiful cerulean.
"Foresaw what?" Lilith demanded.
"Samael being freed," as the last word formed Seth went limp in his restraints. Lilith spun around with a questioning look in her eyes.
Damon knew what this meant. It meant trouble for their foes above all one coppery haired angel. He looked at Lilith with a wide smile crossing his lips as liquid silver flashed in his eyes.
Castiel burst through the church doors clearing the way for the angels that followed behind. Brooklyn was hoisted between the members of her garrison as she had been badly injured in battle.
"Put her here," the angel barked shocked by the harsh tone of his voice. The angels gently lowered Brooklyn on the cool slab floor as she lingered between consciousness and unconsciousness.
They had been ambushed by a legion of demons outside Des Moines along the banks of the Des Moines River. The angels had been resting, tired from a battle that occurred only hours before they were attacked by the next legion of demons. Brooklyn had immediately leapt into action charging the onslaught armed only with a sword and fighting staff.
Castiel had joined her side slashing and slicing through body after body as she kicked, punched and fought her way through. The blood of demon and angel alike flowed into the still water turning the muddy water bright crimson and fanned out to the other side.
The garrison was only two steps behind summoning every ounce of strength left despite being taxed from the last clash. The angels knew if Brooklyn and Castiel could do it so could they and it was that determination and ferocity the garrison respected and loved in their leader.
Brooklyn had seen the leader, one of Lilith's minions as his eyes were white like hers. Shoving aside any lingering hint of fatigue or weakness she pushed on cutting through the thick swath focused only on that demon. Castiel continued sending demons back to Hell never letting his angel leave his sight. His body tense moving with rapid fluid motions as he sliced arms legs and heads off his demonic foes as the tan trench coat flapped carelessly behind him.
The angel saw Brooklyn matching every demon punch for punch and blow for blow before running her sword through and across unholy flesh. She spun around seeing her brothers and sisters taking out the others depleting the demon's ranks.
"Cas!" She cried out as the white eyed demon charged them. His host's face contorted in pure hatred and evil knowing that the angels had all but almost wiped his legion out.
"DeTaurius!" he growled with rage.
Castiel spun on his heels with sword in hand prepared to do battle to keep his angel safe. Brooklyn hurried to his side witnessing the hard battle between angel and demon. The demon was twice her angel's size but that didn't deter Castiel as he blocked every strike the demon hurled at him. His smaller statute proved to be an advantage against the demon's larger form.
The angel and demon remained locked in battle as the demon smashed his right fist against Castiel's jaw. He stumbled back but quickly regrouped as he reached out grabbing the demon's waist slamming his knee hard against the taut abs of the host. The demon yelped in pain and shock opening up the opportunity Castiel needed.
As Brooklyn raced to her angel a powerful blow from the side knocked her down hard against the soft muddy banks. She rolled around seeing the female demon hovering over her.
"You're gonna pay bitch," the demon hissed as one of her host's boots made contact against solid bone. Brooklyn heard cracking and crunching against steel as her several of her ribs had been broken. Her foe grinning taking pleasure in seeing the angel in pain as Brooklyn fought to stand up.
"Get up bitch," the demon grabbed Brooklyn holding her several feet off the ground. Her slate orbs darted along the banks looking for her sword. Seeing it she called for it.
"Sword!" the divine blade appeared in her waiting hand. In one flick of her wrist and hand the blade was buried in flesh blood and bone emerging through the demon's back coated in blood and viscera. The iron grip slackened as Brooklyn landed in the soft clay soil.
Brooklyn gritted her teeth as she gripped her blade and jerked free from the deceased demon. She pulled hard as it ran through flesh and tissue finally freeing it from the bitch's body. Having her sword once again, Brooklyn ran towards her angel as he was starting lose the battle.
The demon had Castiel backed against a large oak with the massive paws for hands wrapped tightly around his throat. The angel felt his true form being ripped from his vessel as the demon chanted the spell. His flashing blue eyes rolled in the back of his head as the demon sneered at the helpless angel.
Brooklyn stood with hand up channeling forth the last drops of energy. Her eyes turned blue green as her hand turned and formed into a tight fist before jerking hard to the right.
The demon felt his host flying through the air before splashing down in the river. Castiel willed his form back within Jason's body as his bright blue depths once again dominated.
She grinned at her angel before turning back to the demon and stormed towards the river. Castiel felt alarmed at the sight of the intense blue green flashing wildly.
"Brook!" Castiel called out but Brooklyn had already reached the demon and was immediately locked in a life and death struggle with the demonic leader.
Her eyes were a hard shade of blue green as she fought with everything she had. Adrenaline pumped hard through her veins killing what pain she had experienced. Brooklyn called upon strength deep from within hurling it in the form of a powerful blow. The demon violently landed back up on the banks where Brooklyn waited for him.
"Stand up!" she lifted her hand levitating the demon off the ground. Her anger fueling her at this point as he had nearly killed her beloved angel just moments before and that was something she would not tolerate.
The demon began laughing which enraged the daughter of Gabriel further. She didn't see the demon leaping from behind slamming her against a large rock. The loud popping sound that resonated told the angel her back had been broken in several places. Her breathing hard and labored as the white eyed demon came to her side grinning maliciously at his foe.
"Brooklyn DeTaurius or is it Ravenwood? No matter though," the demon snipped.
The demon lifted her by the thin grey shirt she wore slamming his fist against her throat and jaw. Brooklyn cried out in pain as her voice turned hoarse from injury. Soon the other demon joined in kicking her side and abs watching as the angel started coughing up blood.
Brooklyn's vision turned cloudy as blood coated her eyes blocking out everything save for the hazy outlines of the demons. She could only weakly lift her arms halfway up her chest before they collapsed upon her.
Castiel charged the duo sword with sword in hand seeing his angel fighting for her life. Several members of the garrison closest to the attack rushed to Brooklyn's aid fueled by the raging fury of the sight before them.
The demons continued their assault as one other had joined the fray pulling out a serrated dagger and cutting into her flesh. Blood stifled her cries of agony as the demon carved into her.
Castiel reached the third demon cutting the demon at an angle through the demon's backside. Castiel kicked the wounded demon off his angel ramming his blade inside the demon twisting it around flesh and tissue for good measure.
The garrison caught up ripping the demons apart not caring if they were being coated with slick entrails and blood.
The angels had emerged victorious but at a price.