PURE ONES SUPERNATURAL REDUX: (This is EXACTLY the same as Pure Ones Supernayural I've just changed the formatting to make it easier to read) Is going to be set up, as an entire season, so of course, it falls into a reasonably distant future, from were we are now, so, SPOILERS FOR SEASON 7 will definatly be contained within, as they will still have some of the same issues to deal with (only a thousand times worse). (There will be some slight AU because no matter how I try and stay a step ahead the new episodes coming out messes with my story some.) So I said screw it I'm actually going to finish writing it MY WAY anyway (so please forgive my failure to acknowledge in the story the fact that in episode 16 of season 7 they are supposedly bringing back Misha Collins (A.K.A. Castiel), because I WAS going to bring Cas back myself and I think the series writers are jumping the gun to bring him back so soon and now there's talk of Jim Beaver (A.K.A. Bobby) coming back as well in season 7. I think they are just trying to find an easy fix for all the viewer uproar and to me, this shows the writers can't commit to a solid story so I AM COMPLETLY IGNORING WHAT MAY HAPPEN IN FUTURE EPISODES (IN FACT I AM PRETENDING THAT ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SEASON 7 AFTER "Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie" (Episode 14) DOES NOT HAPPEN AT ALL.)
I see this, as a possible season 8-9, time frame, so, Sam and Dean, will be just a little different than some are used to (Mostly Dean).
There are some new characters (I hope they'll be welcomed with open minds by fans of the series). The story/season doesn't start with Sam and Dean in fact it starts with the backstory to one of the new characters so that you as the readers will know them a little.
I would also like to post these WARNINGS: STORY CONTAINS: Abuse, Beating, Torture, Graphic Rape, Post Traumatic Stress, Possesions, etc... ./ People who are to young to comprehend the ficticious nature of this story and those who will be offended by this sort of content should not read!
DISCLAIMER: And of course, for anyone who doesn't already know : I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM THE BOOKS, COMIC BOOKS, OR T.V. SERIES OF SUPERNATURAL. I appreciate the readers who added my first story to their favorites as well as those who commented. I hope all of them and all of you enjoy this story and as always, all comments are wanted and welcomed. (Oh and please forgive any spelling, grammar, spacing, capitalization or punctuation errors! ),(Also there are different fonts in places because I copied and pasted from another one of my notepads, I write things in pieces and cut them together later.)(My excuse for all errors: Many sleepless nights put into this, as it wouldn't leave me alone for even a second untill I got it all written out!), (Plus I had to speed through it to try and beat next weeks episode!), I started this story about a month ago and everything is mostly my idea but I kept rewriting things to fit what was happening in present episodes. I finally decided to stop doing that and let this story be just my thoughts on the future episodes of the series baring everything after episode 14 of season 7.
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PROLOLOUGES:
Quick Pre-Season Prolouge: Cas is dead, Bobby is dead, Frank Deveraux is dead (Killed by a Leviathan underling for "knowing to much".) , Dick Roman is still unkillable and has his Leviathan henchmen placed into every agency that has three letters, into almost every branch of goverment both foreign and domestic, and some of Dick's lackies, are even positioned into the police forces, all around the country, along with running several media outlets. There are also, humans, who are selling out, their own species and are knowingly, helping the Leviathan take over, just to save their own skins. So now, when the Winchesters, flash any kind of badge or press pass, while on the job, they risk a run in with any one of the hoards of Leviathan or Leviathan loyalists that, pretty much, run the world, right under the noses of the majority of mankind. It's now harder than ever, for the brothers to work or hide.
For places to stay, Sam and Dean have had to resort to sleeping in their car a lot more, staying in abandoned buildings and houses along with camping (which we all know they both hate) and sometimes sleeping under bridges or staying in homeless shelters. They've had to bathe in lakes and rivers or shower at truck stops. For food, they've had to hunt or fish for meat, go to soup kitchens, and steal fruits and vegetables from farms. They live such a vagrant lifestyle to stay under the radar, as they have very few safe refuges left and they don't want to run the risk, of using up all of their resources, because obtaining more, has become inreasingly dificult.
The plague of Leviathan, are getting closer to smoking out the Winchesters, by slowly taking away their ability to hide and hunt. And the fact that Sam and Dean have to be so careful about how, when, and where they eat, sleep and work is leaving a whole lot of other evil beings unchecked, giving them free reign to wreak whatever havoc they want, as long as they stay out of the way of the Leviathan.
(New Character Backstory)
Chapter 1
Mark and Allison, were both, from very special families. They had known, they would marry each other, from the time that they were five years old, even though, they never met each other, untill the day of their wedding shortly after they turned twenty-four. There had once been thousands, of special families like theirs and by the time Mark and Allison were born, the number of those special families had dwendled down to six.
It had started with Adam and Eve, which unknown to most people were not just the first humans but also the first hunters and the first vessels. After getting kicked, out of The Garden, they were given a task, not mentioned in the Bible.
You see, there were evil beings lose, even in those days. Part of the whole, Lucifer trying to take over thing, had spilled out into the world of mortal man and so there were monsters lose that would make most present day hunters piss themselves. Pretty much the task was, since they had given in to the traitorous angel, they and their descendants, would have to help clean up the mess that they in fact had helped to make.
Of course, most people know, the geneology of Adam and Eve, from the long list of begats in the Book Of Genesis in The Bible and anyone who has read The Bible should know that most of the World's population was wiped out in the Noah's Ark flood. Being the descendants of hunters and vessels made Noah and his brood, hunters and vessels to.
You may ask, around about this point, "If we are ALL supposedly descended from the same people why are we not ALL hunters/vessels? Easy answers actually (or maybe not...).
People who commited murders or other atrocities (like rape, pedophilia, adultry, etc... ) scarred their vessels and the vessels of their line of descendants, (if the acts occured before their first child was conceived),like when Cain killed Able he was marked and no one really knows where.
Once one of these heinous acts were commited, it meant no holy being, could inhabit the body of the person, who had done these terrible things or the bodies of any of their lineage. (Those, who want to be a smarty pants and bring up the fact Adam and Eve, would have had scarred their vessels, because they ate the forbiden fruit, in The Garden, should know, that yes, it was a VERY BIG NO NO to eat the fruit, but it was the first (or original sin) and doesn't count because Adam and Eve were completly innocent untill they were tricked by Lucifer. Any one, after them, however, was BORN with the stain of the orginal sin, along with an instinctual understanding of right and wrong. Therefore, any subsequent people, after Adam and Eve who did something really bad, would have KNOWINGLY, gone against that instinctual understanding of right and wrong plus stained their souls and their vessels and the vessels of their lineage with two sins or more depending on how many REALLY WRONG things a person might have done.)
Of course such evil acts gave evil beings free reign to enter into a wrong doer's soul or the souls of their lineage at will. Ok vessel question is answered, the hunter thing is a little more complex or maybe a little more simple depending on how you look at it. During the Tower Of Babble fiasco, people were scattered across the globe, families were seperated, different races, languages and religons were created in the event, which became, communication barriers, then, eventually prejudices, then, something to fight about. People, forgot, that they had once been family, that they once had the same cause to fight for and in the mix some forgot that they were hunters, and, or, vessels. So the lines of people who were both hunters and vessels had been thinned to about a thousand or so families right around the birth of Christ (whose mother was a hunter and vessel herself).
The fact, that Christ was sacrificed, for the world's sins, changed things alot. Because, now, people could be forgiven of their sins and if they had been Baptised to go along with it then they essentually rid theirselves of any scars on their vessels and the vessels of their lineage, making them inhabitable to holy beings once again. So, the number of families who were both hunters and vessels increased, to about three thousand shortly after Christ died.
Now of course, people are not perfect and some of those forgiven people turned right around and scarred their vessels again obviosly effecting their lineages again. So, about a hundred years after Christ had died the families that were both hunters and vessels had thinned again to just over eight hundred, with only about two hundred being a completely unbroken line of hunters and vessels dating back to Adam and Eve (the families of Christ's ancestors among them.)
Some people were only hunters, some people were only vessels and most people were neither.
Now was a time people forgot evil really exsisted and only became aware of it's exsistance if the supernatural somehow affected their life.
The unbroken lines of hunters and vessels are the relevent families here and the reason Mark and Allison are so special. About two thousand years before their births an angel visited the few families left whose ancesteral lines of being both hunters and vessels had never been broken. The angel told them that their families were special but also rare and to keep their lines from completly dying out they were not to allow their children to marry or have a child with anyone unless they were from those unbroken lines of hunters and vessels because there were important plans for their descendants.
Of course, some rules were broken, some vessels were scarred and some of those unbroken lines were split or shattered shrinking the number of those very special, very rare, families to six and bringing us to the time of the births of Mark and Allison.
Allison's ancestors consisted of very few people of any historical importance, but in the world of hunting a name like Samuel Colt is legendary.
Mark's ancestors were also not very historically notible, they ranged from things like knights that fought dragons (yes real ones), explorers of the new world, members of The Knights Templar and Freemasons, to unknown geniuses that inspired people like Tesla and Einstein. Some branches of Mark's familial ancestors had branched away centuries ago to spread across the globe becoming members of some Incan, Aztec and Mayan tribes along with some Native American tribes. (Yes the members of the tribes they married and had children with were members of some of those special important unbroken lines.) Some members of Mark's ancestoral background were even survivors of the fabled sinking of Atlantis. All of those people were the roots of Mark's family tree.
It's important to know about the anncestry of Mark and Allison so that it can be understood that every single root of their family trees had developed their own traditions, skills, styles and methods of hunting, passed them down to their descendants to be added to the mix of things the people they married had to offer.
Some of the things that had been passed down to Mark were knowing ancient and rare spells and knowing how to make a hex bag for any occasion.
Some of the things that had been passed to Allison were knowing the best fist-aid for any situation and how to administer it with one hand while fighting spirits, monsters or demons with the other, and an extensive knowledge of how to read, write and speak one hundred fifty languages including enochian, the language of angels, along with knowing every exocism in existence. These were just some of the things that they had to pass down to any of their future children.
Chapter 2
Mark and Allison, weren't exactly happy, to be thrust into an arranged marriage, especially, since, they were both, just out of college and there were dreams, that they both had, that didn't involve this life.
It had been drilled into them, from practically birth, that there were certain things that were expected of them and how they had to uphold their responsibilities as members of their families whether they liked it or not. So they both grudgingly tredged to the location set up by their families and went through with marrying a complete stranger, just because their families said so .
But turns out whoever made the choice that Mark and Allison would be brought together through marriage actually knew what they were doing. Because, after seven hunts together, they started trusting each other, after twenty hunts, there was starting to be some chemistry between them, and by their thirty second hunt, they had fallen in love. By the time they celebrated their third anniversary they were expecting their first child and they were happy to settle down to raise their child, like their families before them had done. They took on new aliases and got a house.
Mark got a regular Joe, nine to five job and took the occasional, monster hunting trip on his days off, while a pregnant Allison stayed at home and made hex bags, packed shells with salt, holy water and iron, gathered needed spells, and did the research for all the hunts.
Allison was also Mark's go to, if he had a hang up with local police on a hunt, he'd just have them, "call his supervisor" and Allison could bullshit them into thinking, he was practically second in command of the agency, his fake badge said he was from, if, he needed her to.
For the most part Mark and Allison led a pretty anonymous life. They still didn't take any chances though.
Allison wanted to cross two state lines to have their daughter because one, it was family tradition, two, it was harder for someone to figure out where their homebase was, if the places listed on the birth certificate and other immportant identifying documents was nowhere near homebase, and three, Allison had a bad feeling about having the baby to close to home.
Mark knew Allison was right to feel the way she did, because only he knew what he had done. You see Mark had his own family traditions, for fifteen generations now each patriarch on his father's side of the family would make a deal with a demon that had yellow eyes.
The ways each of them avoided scarring the vessels of the next generation was one, it was always part of the deal, two, they cast a spell that protected their vessel meaning there would be no scar to pass down, three, they waited until their wife was pregnant with the first child so that the child's vessel and their children's vessels could not inherit any scars their fathers and grandfathers might obtain, thus leaving their line and the agreement made with the angel unbroken.
He hadn't wanted to do it, but, that regement, of family, responsibility, and expectation, that had been, drilled, into him, at such, a young age, won out and he, did, the deed, just like the men in his father's family before him.
The deals were made to insure the strength of the children, to give them an edge in battle against monsters and demons. Once the deal was made, instead of waiting the customary ten years, the demon, would tell the father, he'd be back, on the evening of the day the baby turned six months old. But Mark had grown weary that the Yellow Eyed Demon would have a few tricks up his sleeves to breach the deal and come to kidnap the child because of her importance.
You may ask here "Why would a demon give the child of a hunter such a powerful weapon to hunt and fight, well, demons, with? The answer goes back to that angel who wanted the unbroken lines of hunters and vessels to survive and that plan he spoke of for the descendants.
This, was that plan Mark was an only child the last of the line in his family and the same was true of Allison and all of what was left of Mark's and Allison's families had died before Allison became pregnant and by the time they were expecting their first child they were only, one of two, of the unbroken lines. Meaning their child and the child or children of that other family, a family they had no knowledge of, were the only remaining lineages to carry on the line.
The child that Mark and Allison's daughter would someday bring into the world, was a very important piece to both angels and demons in the highstakes game they were playing.
The rule was simple first ones to get talons into that girl's kid first won, or at least that's what the assumption was amongst the majority of both groups.
So, both sides opened doors and made things excedingly easy for these families to fall into their predestined paths and did what they could in the mean time to make it easier for their side to win . Of course, there were a few rebelious players on all sides of the board and their, shear stubborness caused serious obstacles for everyone involved and there were players who didn't even know they were players that did exactly what they were suppossed to making it a little easier for either side to finess some of the details.
Chapter 3
It was storming outside when the first strong contraction hit. Allison was scared because it was a month to early for this.
She left a message on Mark's car phone to let him know it was time. She had her bags packed and ready by the door. She was pacing the floor as a nervous tension she couldn't explain built inside her.
The pain, she could handle, it was the feeling of dread, in the pit of her stomach, that she couldn't stand. Allison couldn't think of a time when the secondhand on the grandfather clock in her living room had ticked as loudly as it was now and the sound of it vibrated through her and increased the anxiety. She continued pacing pausing to let another contraction pass.
"How long has it been since the first one? She wondered along with "Where the hell is Mark?", "Why is it taking him so long?" Allison wanted to cry as the overwhelming feeling something bad was going to happen intensified.
The baby gave a few nervous kicks, that told her mom she felt it to and Allison rubbed her stomach and said soothingly "It's okay Laney it's probably all in my head baby girl.", "I guess you're getting a basketcase for a mom."
Another strong, this time very painful contraction hit and it lasted longer than the others had. Allison knew she was running out of time to get to a hospital, so she could forget leaving the state.
Grabbing the kitchen counter she white knuckled it through an intense contraction, during which her water broke.
"Looks like we're doing this at home kid." Allison said nervously to her stomach.
When the contraction ended she set a pot of water on the stove to boil, covered the kitchen floor in clean towels and layed extras within reach of where she was going to give birth along with three extra bottles of water, two cups of ice chips, a nasal bulb syringe, a heat lamp and some scissors and ties for the umbilical cord as well as keeping a fire poker, some salt and some holy water close just in case.
With the next contraction it felt like she needed to push so she let her body take control as it seemed to know more about what to do than she did and she felt her head being pulled toward her chest and the top part of her body lifted slightly as the contraction came to it's peak.
Allison went with the flow and bore down hard on the push. She was rewarded with an excruciating, ripping, searing pain as the baby's head slid down into the entrance of the birth canal. On the next contraction Allison put all she could into a push and she felt the baby's shoulders hit the entrance of the birth canal and with the pain it caused, she felt she might pass out.
The baby was lodged there untill the next contraction which was seeming to take it's time. Allison layed there screaming and grunting as the pressure and pain were to much and she was nearly driven mad by the exhaustion. When suddenly, the ground trembled cracking the devil's traps drawn in the entry ways. Then the living room door and the back door both crashed open at once and a group of large men with black eyes crowded in through both entrances converging on Allison. She gave a terrified groan mixed with an insane shreik. "AAAII!" Allison screamed as the final contractions started coming in back to back waves. "YOU COWARDS!" She cried as the baby started to crown.
The demons eyed the woman hungrily, they had heard this child would be the mother of the most important vessel to ever exist since Christ. They wanted to get their hands on her so they could control her. So, they wouldn't harm the girl's mother while she was giving birth but after the baby was born and breathing, all bets were off.
The demons kept their distance because when she wasn't having a contraction Allison was slinging salt and holy water, waving the fire poker at them and trying to cast an exorcism.
As the little girl whose mother had named her Laney was born, the first thing she saw in the world, was the real faces of the evil beings under the skins of regular men. It awakened primal knowledges inside the girl giving her, her first education in the life of a hunter. Laney heard her mother's animalistic screams as the demons tried to pry her away.
Before the demons could take Laney or do any physical harm to Allison, light erupted out of one of the men as he died, getting the attention of the others and when the body fell, there was Mark holding an old looking knife. His eyes were filled with hate and rage. The blade was covered in blood. The demons saw the knife, recognized it and smoked out of their meat suits, leaving a pile of lifeless bodies around Allison and Laney.
"WHAT THE HELL?", "MARK!", "WHERE WERE YOU?", "I NEEDED YOU!" Allison screamed, clutching their daughter tightly as she broke into sobs. "Mark.", "Why weren't you here?" She cried, still reeling from the shock that it was over just as quickly as it had started.
Mark moved swiftly to the side of his precious wife and their little girl. "Shh, shh.", "It's okay I'm here now." Said Mark his voice shaking as he realized how he was almost too late. He cuddled Allison, rocking her and looked down at Laney "Is the baby okay?" Mark asked, fear tinging his voice.
Allison replied coldly, "She's fine." Allison's fear had been calmed, but, now she was pissed and Mark could hear it in her tone. He knew he had some explaining to do.
"Listen Alli, I know you're angry sweetheart.", "You have every right to be.", "But I was hunting.", "There were demonic omens in the next county.", "I couldn't just let that go, not that close to home.", "It turned out to be a very old, vey powerful warlock.", "That's where I got this knife." Mark held up the knife for Allison to see."
"Reading the warlock's books taught me this thing was made by a very powerful witch and that it could kill demons.", "I figured the knife and the books would come in handy." He looked at Allison pleadingly. "My phone never rang I swear and it wasn't till I crossed back over the county line that I realized I missed your call.", "When I listened to your message I knew something was wrong.", "Because you weren't due for another month and it was happening when I couldn't get to you in time.", " I've done the math and realized that this was planned."
"The warlock was a distraction. So that the demons could try to steal our child, without anyone here to defend you or her.", "Please forgive me."
"You know what this means?" Allison asked her tears and anger abated "It means we have to move, again!", "Because now those bastards know where we live!",
"How do you think they found us?", "We've been so careful." Allison said still upset.
Mark played like he was just as baffled, while underneath his blood boiled. His deal had been breached.
Later that night while Allison and Laney slept, Mark snuck out of their room at the Motel 6 and drove to a secluded field with an old abandoned barn. There he drew a devil's trap on the floor of the loft and summoned the Yellow Eyed Demon to be positioned right under it.
When the demon arrived Mark had a few choice words for him. "YOU BROKE OUR DEAL YOU BASTARD!" "I'M GONNA KILL YOU HERE AND NOW!"
The Yellow Eyed Demon laughed saying mockingly "Mark, tell me exactly how you plan on doing that.", "Last I checked there were only a handful of items that could kill a demon.", "And, they're so few and far between I honestly doubt you could get your hands on even one of those items."
Mark looked defiantly back at the demon and held up the knife. He noticed how his captive shifted nervously as he asked in a cocky tone "Like this knife?", "I've already killed the fifteen demons you sent, to kill my wife and kidnap my daughter, with it, just tonight.", "So I know it's the real deal."
"Well Mark, I have to say.", "I am truly shocked by this turn of events." The demon said looking smug.
"Yes, you can kill me with your little pig sticker.", "But, I didn't send any demons, so, I honestly don't know what you're talking about.", "And, if you kill me right now, your little girl doesn't get her special formula, she won't be so valuable anymore, she'll grow up to be normal and that's not falling in line with family tradition.", "Is it?"
"Trust me, when I tell you I don't come earlier than when a child turns six months old.", "And, I don't do raising kids, no matter how rare and important their bloodline might be.", "So, kidnapping is off the table, for me at least."
"I'll be honest though, it's not like I'm completly in charge down there, some demons have minds of their own and they might pull a stupid little stunt here and there.", "Maybe, to try and gain favor.", "Maybe, to try and get in charge.", "Who knows?" Yellow eyes said with a shrug.
Mark paced back and forth. He was still fuming but old Yellow Eyes had him thinking now. "If my daughter is less valuable, then, she won't have the favor of angels or demons any longer.", "She's going to need that blood to get even half a chance at growing up.", "So, I can't kill the bastard, not yet anyway." It was this line of thinking that made Mark let the captive demon walk.
With a troubled mind he returned to his family. When morning came, Mark and Allison, planned their next course of action and they hit the road, heading towards, what felt like an uncertain future.
Chapter 4
Laney was brilliant right from the start she seemed to absorb every bit of knowledge she came into contact with. At three months old she could sit up unassisted and was already saying about five words. When she was five months old she was cruising, knew how to tell colors apart and was saying at least twelve words. By the time, she hit six months old, both Mark and Allison, were pretty sure, that Laney could read and they had seen signs that she could do simple math.
On the evening Laney turned six months old, Mark put a sedative in Allison's drink to ensure she'd sleep through the night and as a secondary precaution he planned to spend the night guarding the door to his daughter's nursery.
Laney had no fear when the demon appeared by her crib, she had seen this kind of evil before. Sure, this thing was uglier and it felt more powerful than the others had but she still wasn't afraid.
The yellow eyed demon punctured the skin on the palm of his hand and squeezed out a few drops of blood to pour into the helpless mouth of the infant girl.
The girl, however was not as helpless as she seemed. She turned her head away refusing the drops of blood.
Yellow eyes laughed, he had never seen such a smart, strong, defiant, human child. Laney's resistance was futile as the demon forced the girl's mouth to the bleeding wound on his hand and ensured the blood went down the child's throat. She writhed, fighting as she sensed the substance invade her. The demon chuckled and recited a spell that sealed the blood's power into the depths of the girl, only to be awakened again when she reached twenty-two years of age.
The lights flickered and the smell of sulfer was in the air. Mark knew what was going on. Just on the other side of the nursery door his daughter's blood had been tainted by a demon. Mark felt sick to his stomach with guilt. When the demonic signs quited down Mark knew it was safe to enter his daughter's room.
Laney was quietly laying in her crib, her eyes fixed on the figure that came in. She bore a angry glare, that both reminded Mark of Allison, and told Mark that Laney was somehow aware of his betrayal. Placing a hand on his daughter's head he whispered. "I know sweetie, I'm so sorry.", "I had no choice."
Weeks passed and the girl grew stronger and smarter every day. By seven months old she was walking, by the time she was a year old she was speaking and comprehending as well as any adult and by the time she was three years old Laney was speaking simple Latin, she already knew how to cast a exorcism, and she was showing advanced martial arts skills that were begining to surpass what her parents could teach.
At five years old Laney had been declared "gifted" and she was given a special test that showed she was ready for college level learning and by the time she was nine she held six degrees two of which were doctorites.
Anything Laney took on was easy, she breezed through every subject that could possibly be learned, from: Every type of martial arts, every existing language, every law known to man, weapons proficency and acuracy with every weapon she got her hands on, to medical knowledge that would put the top doctors in every field to shame along with, all sciences, histories, geographies and every form of art.
Her abilities were unmatched in shooting, fighting, dance, gymnastics and parkour.
When it came to hunting she was a top knotch professional, with no fear and she had superb researching, tracking and stealth skills. Mark and Allison were happy to take Laney along on plenty of hunts and by Laney's thirteenth birthday she had more than two hundred hunts under her belt.
Laney started to push to become emancipated three months before her fourteenth birthday and even though it caused fights, Mark and Allison gave in because they trusted Laney's logic and they respected their daughter to much to hold her back. So, two days after Laney's fourteenth birthday her parents granted her, emancipation.
Laney didn't leave home though, instead, she took a part time job in a local bookstore and started paying for her part of the rent and utilities. On her days off she'd hunt with her parents or on her own.
If she wasn't working or hunting she was learning new skills. One weekend she learned how to take apart and put back together vehicles and other machinery. Another weekend was dedicated to computers, the internet and learning to hack. She learned to hussle poker, pool and darts.
She knew what things were expected of her by her parents, that she was supposed to marry and have a child, with some man, who she had never met. A man her family didn't even know. All because of destiny.
Secretly she vowed to never abide by the stupid traditions and methods set by her family. She would eventually make her own way and her own rules but she just wasn't ready to be on her own.
Whether she was ready or not, Laney was forced to be on her own, when one night she came home to find her parents dead. The police called it a home invasion gone wrong, but, Laney knew better it was obvious from the sulfer residue she found around the edge of the back door that this had been the work of demons. It was now a good thing to have proof that she had been leagally emancipated so that the authorities couldn't throw her into foster care.
Laney's parents, had made provisions just in case of a situation like this.
The day they found out Allison was pregnant, Mark and Allison had gotten a safety deposit box and had put money in it every time they got a chance. They also got a few decent life insurance policies, using a couple of different aliases and of course Laney was the only beneficary to collect all the money of each. They bought savings bonds and shares in stocks, all of which were to be given to Laney in the event of their deaths. All in all Laney was set for life and she would never want for anything because of what her parents did for her.
When she packed up her parents belongings, to leave the home she was raised in, she realized the knife her father had once used to kill demons was missing along with her great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather's journal and a few highly dangerous artifacts and spellbooks. She knew then, the purpose for the attack on her parents, she just didn't know how they could have been defeated.
Five years passed and Laney learned to live with the fact she would never get vengance or answers for the death of her parents. In fact she made it one of her rules not to let her emotions control her.
She didn't become cold though, she had rules she would never break and there were things, she would never purposely do, like hurt a child, even if the child, turned out to be, a creature she would normally hunt. She understood, that not all creatures were bad and that some, prefered to live a peacful exsistence. Even though, it was in the nature, of most creatures, to be really bad, she always gave a chance at life, to those who deserved it.
Demons were the only beings she came across to which she gave no chance and showed no mercy. She exorcised, every single demon, no matter how much they, proffessed to be good, promised to change, promised to help or wanted to make a deal.
She saved most possessed people and learned to feel no guilt, over the ones that were left lifeless or dying after exorcism, because she knew the demons were to blame not her and it made her more intent to rid the world of all demonic forces.
Laney became an urban legend amongst a majority of creatures and most believed she wasn't real, unless they had a run in with her.
In their minds there couldn't possibly be a hunter as fierce as her legend claimed she was and there couldn't possibly be a human with so much humanity as told in the stories of her leniency. In time Laney became anonymous to everyone, even the other hunters she had taken the time to colaberate with.
Teaming up with other hunters was no longer a safe course of action. She found that being alone and practicaly unknown was becoming more beneficial, especialy, when one day she turned on her T.V. and saw a monster in the likeness of the once human newscaster. Seeing this she wondered if she was the only hunter left in the world. Signs said that more and more dangerous spirits, creatures and demons were running rampant and no one hunter could hope of defeating the multitudes of beings that obviously meant harm to the human race.
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FIRST EPISODE: to "DISC" 1
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SUPERNATURAL
Season...?
DISC 1
Episode 1
"The things you can buy at an auction nowadays."
Chapter 1
"DAMN-IT!" Cursed Dean as he cut open his bare foot on a sharp rock at the bottom of the small icy cold pond he was currently trying to bathe in. He looked back at Sam, who was keeping a look out while leaning on the hood, of the P.O.S. they had recently, "acquired", and yelled " I'M SO SICK OF THIS "ROUGHING IT" BULLSHIT!", Then he muttered grumpily as he turned around again "I cannot wait for things to go back to friggin normal, at least we could have a hot shower when we wanted... man this sucks."
Dean was trying to stand on the side of his foot to protect the sensitive cut as he cleaned himself off. He was having a difficult time keeping his balance, which Sam, found slightly comicle, because it was so rare, to see Dean off balance, even nowadays, and he found it hard to keep a smirk from playing across his face, but, when Dean turned around the grin on Sam's face fell flat, because, right about then, they both heard the cocking of a rifle in the nearby treeline.
It had always been a precarious situation from the start, because they were on someone else's land, unknown to the owner of course and getting caught would mean jail or what they were probably up against now an angry or scared land-owner with a gun that might kill them both to protect their family and their property. So, upon hearing the noise both the Winchesters instinctively put their hands in the air as a gesture of surrender and Sam spoke saying "We didn't mean any harm, we just went, to a frat party last night, we had a few too many and I guess we wound up sleeping it off in your field.", "We are so, so sorry, please don't shoot and please don't call the cops."
There was a terrifying moment of silence then a small figure holding a rifle came out of the trees just a few feet behind the car. "Who the hell let's their eight year old tote a rifle around?" Dean thought as he realized the figure was a little boy, then he remember he was around six or seven when he learned to shoot and about eight when he was trusted to have a gun if he had to be alone to protect himself and Sam.
The boy looked scared and Sam said "Hey it's okay we're not here to hurt anyone.", "We're just here by mistake, so you can let us go okay.", "Just lower the gun and walk away.", "Pretend you never saw us and we'll leave.", "No one has to get hurt."
The kid's eyes were still wide with fear and he looked around nervously keeping the gun trained on the brothers. "I can't let you go." The child stated his voice sounding shaky. "If my Pa finds out I even let trespassers get on our land let alone set them lose I'll be in trouble for sure."
Dean spoke now saying "Hey for Pete's sake your a kid it's not like you're a Royal Guard or something.", "Your dad won't know about this unless you tell him.", "I mean he's not here now is he?"
The kid shook his head no and said "But I'm supposed to look after the place while he's gone.", "It's my responsibility."
Dean was getting frustrated and he tried to stay calm as he said "Well how about your mom?", "I mean what does she say about you toting around a gun and having such a big responsibility at your age?"
"My mom's dead." Answered the boy flatly.
"I'm sorry." Said Dean then he asked "How about a older brother or sister?" And when the boy shook his head Dean felt a lump in his throat as he finally asked "Your dad didn't just leave you by yourself out here, did he?"
Tears formed in the child's eyes as he nodded and said "But no one can know or I'll be taken away.", "I can look after myself, I've done alright so far.", "I got the drop on you two.", "I can handle myself." But now the boy was sobbing and his hands started to shake.
Thinking quickly Sam advanced on the boy and disarmed him.
The child hung his head defeated and covered his face. "What's gonna happen to me now?" Asked the kid.
Sam looked down and asked "What's your name?"
"Jake" The boy answered. "How long have you been alone Jake?" Dean asked
"Three days ago, I woke up and I was alone.", "My dad always says I'm man of the house when he goes away.", "But he hasn't gone away since mom died and he's never left me alone."
"Jake, what does your dad do for a living?" Sam asked.
"He used to be a trucker till after mom then he took on work in town as a cashier at the grocery store." Jake answered. "And Miss Rose would watch me for him when he worked.", "But I haven't seen her either."
"Why don't you take us up to your house Jake?", "Maybe we can help figure out where your dad is." Sam said.
Dean hobbled out of the pond and started getting dressed. Both the Winchester's were pretty sure this was their kind of thing and even if it wasn't they weren't just going to leave a little kid in the middle of nowhere without anyone to look after him. In any other situation the Winchesters would have been instantly suspicous, it wasn't likely for them to just stumble onto a job. But, both the brothers were vulnerable when it came to kids. So when they reached Jake's house neither Sam nor Dean saw it coming when they were shot with tranquilizer darts as they approached the front door.
Chapter 2
When Sam and Dean came to they were in cages hanging from the ceiling of what seemed to be some kind of basement. Their were voices coming from behind a red velvet curtain and the Winchesters realized they were hanging above a stage. To their right was a dimly lit staircase and at the bottom of the steps was little Jake.
"I'm gonna kill you!", "You little brat!" Dean snarled.
The kid's eyes had a wide fearful look and tears spilled down his cheeks. "I'm really sorry mister.", "I had to." Jake whispered. Shortly after a taller figure joined Jake at the bottom of the stairs and when it came into the light it was revealed to be a middle aged man. He approached the Winchesters and looked them over as he spoke to Jake saying "You did good, your daddy will be proud." When he said this Dean caught a flash of the man's black eyes.
"I guess you boys are wondering what's going on." Said the demon. "If you haven't noticed we're pretty much running the place.", "Well second to the Leviathan anyway.", "And hunters are pretty much done for."
"But, instead of killing you when we catch you, we sell you to the highest bidder and let them have some fun."
Dean was fuming "How'd you find us?" Asked Dean seethingly.
"Oh yeah, that was easy.", "Your a very hot comodity right now along with a few other names on our list.", "You were actually relatively easy to find compaired to the others.", "Your movements have been tracked for the last couple of weeks by another group and when you moved into our area we just set up a few locations where we thought you'd most likely crash and you sprung the trap here in little ole' Groton Long Point, Conneticut.", "It was just your unlucky day.", "To be honest it had always been just a matter of time and resorces before you wound up in this situation anyway."
"What's the kid got to do with this." Sam asked angrily.
"Little Jake will do whatever he's told if wants to see his daddy again." Said the demon gesturing to the meatsuit he was wearing.
"We had to have a few human children for our plan to work.", "Because every hunter we've come across is a sucker for kids, just some of them are smart enough to check if the kid's human.", "So we smoke into the meatsuits of a few parents and get the children to jump through hoops to keep us from hurting their mommies and daddies.", "And little Jakey here's so good at doing what he's told.", "We just hung back, so that you wouldn't catch on that it was a trap, while Jake told his sob story and got you close enough, for us to capture you." The demon said mockingly while looking smugly at Jake. "Now, if you'll excuse me the auction's about to start and you're the night's first items up for bid."
Jake was staring at the floor looking guilty as he followed the demon as it went back up the stairs.
"How we gonna get out of this?" Dean asked as he banged the back of his head against the cage.
"We'll think of something, we always do." Said Sam trying to comfort himself more than Dean. "
I'm not talking about this, I'm really not to worried about this.", "I mean after this.", "It's gonna be like this no matter where we go from here on out.", "No matter what we do.", "If we get out of this then we have to worry about how to get out of every situation after this.", "And we're going to need serious help to get out of this.", "We're being hunted now.", "And it's like shooting fish in a barrel, cause there's no safe place to hide.", "We're probably gonna be dead within a year Sammy."
"What the hell Dean?" Said Sam sounding frustrated. "It sounds like your giving up!", "What you just wanna sit here and let them kill us?", "Because you don't want to go through the same shit tommorrow?", "Well that's tough Dean!", "Cause even if I have to get us outa here on my own, we are gonna get out of this.", "And everything after this, cause we got work to do."
"Sam I didn't mean I wouldn't go down without swinging." Dean said sounding moody "And I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you.", "I'm just saying there's gonna come a time when we're gonna be completly screwed.", "And we won't be able to do a damn thing about it.", "It'll friggin suck, but mark my words it'll happen."
"No it won't.", "Not if we keep fighting." Said Sam.
There was a tense silence between the Winchesters as the red velvet curtain begain to part.
There was a roar of aplause, cheers and whistles as the caged prizes were revealed.
A nicely dressed man came to a podium at the front middle of the stage. The man raised one hand and banged a small gavel with the other while yelling to get above the noisy crowd. "COULD EVERYONE PLEASE COME TO ORDER!", "WE'LL BE STARTING THE AUCTION IN FIVE MINUTES!", "AFTER THE BIDDING STARTS WE PREFFER EVERYONE REMAIN QUITELY SEATED, ONLY STANDING OR SPEAKING WHEN PLACING A BID.", "METHODS OF ACCEPTED PAYMENTS ARE SOULS AND VIRGINS.", "FOR ANYONE NOT INTRESTED IN BIDING ON THE CURRENT ITEMS YOU ARE FREE TO SPECTATE OR YOU MAY USE THIS TIME TO GO OUT AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE OPEN BAR OUT IN THE LOBBY.", "WHEN BIDDING COMENCES THE DOORS WILL LOCK AND REMAIN LOCKED UNTILL BIDDING ON THE CURRENT ITEMS HAS ENDED.", "YOU WILL BE ALLOWED TO RE-ENTER AND MOVE AROUND FREELY AFTER BIDDING ON THE CURRENT ITEMS HAS CEASED AND THE HIGHEST BIDDER COLLECTS THEIR PURCHASES.", "THE DOORS WILL BE CLOSING IN TWO MINUTES.", "REPEAT YOU HAVE TWO MINUTES TO OPENING BID.", "PLEASE EVERYONE COME TO ORDER."
The nicely dressed man checked his watch, looked up and when he nodded his head the doors swung shut, locking instantly. Now the man spoke again saying "The bidding will start at eighty.", "Do I hear hear eighty?"
Hands flew into the air as bids and auctioneer calls began flying quickly.
Sam and Dean were getting nervous. They were in front of a large crowd of demons and if there was a way to get out of their cages, which there wasn't, there wouldn't be a way to escape unnoticed and they couldn't fight or exorcise that many demons at once with no weapons and no help.
Bidding was beggining to slow down as ten thousand virgins was just to rich for most demon's blood.
Sam and Dean were really sweating it now the demons that had bid last were a large group that seemed to be throwing in together to get a chance at winning. There were to many demons in the group. There would be no way the brothers could fight back if this group bought them.
It was looking hopeless for the Winchesters, as the auctioneer started calling " Going once.", "Going twice."
The auctioneer was just about to bang the gavel and declare the Winchesters as "Sold." When a familiar voice upped the bid to two hundred thousand souls.
There was an angry buzz amongst the group as they couldn't match the bid even pooling all of their resources together. So now the auctioneer banged the gavel and called the highest bidder to claim their purchases.
Crowly stood and made his way to the stage looking full of himself and said "If you don't mind getting them wrapped up for me I'll just take them to go."
The auctioneer nodded and gestured for a few larger demons to come take care of the client's request. After being injected with some kind of sedative, the Winchesters passed out, making it easy for the demons to bind them without damaging the merchandise.
Chapter 3
As the brothers began to wake, they heard the familiar roar of an engine and found themselves, tied up in the backseat, of an older model car, with Crowley at the wheel.
"Oh lovely, you're awake.", "Well rise and shine then." Said Crowly sounding chipper.
"Oh we are so gonna kick your ass." Said Dean sounding angry and wincing as his head had started painfully throbbing upon waking.
"Kick my arse.", "What a wonderful way to show graditude to the guy who just saved you both from being fillayed alive.", "Kick my arse." Chuckled Crowly. "How praytell do you plan on managing that?", "Being all tied up and unarmed like you are I don't see you kicking anyone's arse, at the moment, least of all mine."
"Why did you save us?" Groaned Sam as he tried to sit up a little better. "And don't say out of the goodness of your heart cause we know you have an angle."
"So.", "What do you want?" Said Dean gruffly.
"Well you both sound extremely entusiastic about living to see another day." Said Crowly in a mocked tone of hurt feelings.
"But.", "Your're right, I don't have a goodness of my heart to act apond.", "Because, well I don't have a heart.", "But it's not like I didn't have plenty of souls at my disposle.", "And you'd be suprised what sorts of things you can get at an auction these days.", "You two just happened to be up for bid and you are the only ones I've come across that can make a Leviathan even flinch, so I figured it would be a waste to just let you be killed right away.", "And.", "If you havn't noticed there's just to many "things" running loose these days and you two are just some of what's left that can actually hunt and kill them."
"Well demons are doin well for themselves.", "That's something you should feel happy about." Said Dean sarcastically.
"HAPPY!" Stated Crowly irrately.
"When Castielle opened purgatory, he tore open a rift, for things from both purgatory and hell to just hop back and forth through at will.", " NOW DEMONS ARE USING THIS PLACE AS A FRIGGIN DAY SPA!", "SOME FRESHLY DAMNED PEOPLE POP UP IN HELL JUST TO ESCAPE SECONDS AFTER THEY ARRIVE! "
"DO YOU REALIZE HOW DIFFICULT THAT MAKES THINGS FOR ME DOWNSTAIRS!", "WHEN EVEN THE NEWBIES GET BETTER BENEFITS THAN TOP MANAGEMENT! "HELL'S NOT SO SCARY, IF YOU GET TO JUST TAKE A BREAK FROM ETERNALL DAMNATION, WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT!" Yelled Crowly sounding royally pissed.
"AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON ALL THE LITTLE BITCHES AND BASTARDS POURING FREELY OUT OF PURGATORY!"
"So you want us to mop up a mess that you had a hand in making." Growled Dean.
"HEY!", "IT'S NOT LIKE THE OLD DAYS WERE I CAN JUST ORDER THE OTHER DEMONS TO LEAVE YOU BE!," "I HAVE A REBELLIOUS LOT TO DEAL WITH.", "I JUST SAVED YOU BOTH FROM HEARING ONE OF THOSE DEMONS SAY THEY THINK YOU OR YOUR BROTHER HAVE A PRETTY MOUTH!"
"I PUT MY OWN NECK ON THE LINE TO HELP YOU!", "SO SHOW A LITTLE RESPECT, AND SOME GRATITUDE WOULDN"T KILL YOU EITHER!"
"GRATEFUL!", "TO A DEMON!", " AS IF THAT'LL EVER HAPPEN!" Exclaimed Dean.
Sam could sense the situation was getting dangerously heated and he nudged his brother to make him cool it untill they could figure a way out of this.
Crowly pulled over to the side of the road and turned to face the brothers saying calmly. "Hunting things is something you already do."
"Everything from purgatory needs to be rounded up.", "And.", "You want all the Leviathan , especially Dick Roman, dead, just as much as I do."
"Add in the fact that the topside demon population needs to be brought under control.", "And.", " I have no idea why you'd have a problem with doing it."
"All I'm wanting you two to do is put all the loose baddies in their rightful places.", "It shouldn't matter that it's my price for saving your skins.", "You're hunters, this is your arena anyway."
Crowly got out of the car and pulled Sam out the back driver's side door. As he did this he brought out a knife. Dean went nuts "YOU HURT HIM I SWEAR..."
"YEAH!", "YEAH!" I GET THE PICTURE!" Crowly Interrupted as he cut away Sam's bindings.
"I thought, I just established, that I saved your lives.", "So why would I want to hurt either of you?"
"Morons, the fate of the world, and underworld rest on your sholders.",
Now Crowly pulled Dean out of the car, but he kept a wary eye on Sam as he cut away the ropes that bound Dean.
"Alright then, your free.", "Do what you will." Crowly said mockingly.
The Winchesters roled their eyes and started heading back in the same direction as they had been driving from. "
"Hey!" Exclaimed Crowly. "At least be smart enough to continue in the right direction to safety!", "You show up back there those demons will know I helped you and I'll lose even more leverage."
The brothers kept walking paying him no attention.
"Why are you going back anyway?" Crowly yelled after them "You have no way to fight all of those demons.", "You'll just wind up putting your necks right back on the chopping block and I won't be there to save you!"
Crowly shifted nervously he couldn't help them again. Finding himself at an impass Crowly got back in to his car and drove away leaving Sam and Dean to their fate.
Chapter 4
The Winchesters walked in darkness for what felt like hours and Dean was fuming the whole way muttering things such as: "Like I'll work for a demon.", "Crowly can kiss my ass.", "I can't believe an eight year old got the drop on us.", "Wouldn't even be here if it weren't for that little brat.", "Should've waited to take a bath.", "Haven't worked for so long we got rusty. "We got sloppy.", "Who the hell does Crowly think he is?, "Why are we, always such saps for a kid?", "We should've known better, should've known it was a trap.", "But no!", "We want to be heros!"
Sam walked along silently, listening to and taking in his brother's insecent rambling, thinking "Well.", "At least he's not holding it all in anymore."
Finally there were the lights of a small town coming in to view.
Dean got quiet. The brothers hid in the shadows as they neared the center of town. But there was no one to stop them. Untill they reached the town hall, then it was a differant story, there, demons were posted all around the building and they could see no imediate way to get past them. Sam and Dean sat in a dark alley obseving the goings on in and around the town hall. From the sounds of things the auction was still in full swing as the brothers could hear the muffled calls of bids and the hammering of the auctioneer's gavel.
"Apparently, we, weren't the only ones for sell." Said Sam in a worried sigh.
"Ya think!" Exclaimed Dean raising his hand in simbilance of smacking himself in the head as if to say "DUH!"
"Well how do we save the people in there?" Chidded Sam. "It's not like we really planned this out!"
Dean realized that they really were getting rusty.
"That's gotta be fixed." Dean mummbled speratically.
"What?" Asked Sam confused.
"Oh just talking to myself." Replied Dean.
"Thought I was suppossed to be the mental case." Sam Muttered .
The two settled down and started putting together a plan. They knew that if they made any move to eliminate the demon gaurds around the building that they would possibly tip off the others inside. So they stayed quite and as invisible, as the shadows would allow and snuck their way to the side of the town hall.
They could see through a basement window on the side of the building, that, the sick bastards were now bidding on each of the town's children individually and a few of the adults that had not been possessed. Dean was pissed when the auctioneer referred to the frightened people as take home party favors or snacks.
Now, Jake was pulled onto the stage by the demon possessing his father. The boy was heaving with heavy sobs as he bawled and shrieked in near histerics "PLEASE, DADDY, DON'T LET HIM DO THIS!", "PLEASE, YOU PROMISED TO LET ME HAVE HIM BACK!", "PLEASE, DADDY, PLEASE, COME BACK, DON'T LET HIM DO THIS!"
The child struggled, pulling back, trying to pull his wrist from the grip of the demon. The demon laughed mockingly and pulled the boy into his arms and forced him to face the crowd and yelled to the other demons "I can personally tell all of you this one's worth buying, if you want some fun!"
Dean was disgusted and enraged as the demon took out a knife and made a slice on the boy's cheek and then ran his finger over the fresh cut and put it to his lips tasting the blood. A few in the crowd shouted perverse sounding remarks. Jake was shaking violently, the poor kid was horrified.
Dean wasn't going to stand for this, as pissed as he still was at the kid, he understood why the boy did what he did. Jake didn't deserve this, he was still just a little boy and Dean wasn't going to let those monsters hurt him.
Sam wasn't happy about how the demons were treating Jake either but in order for the plan they had come up with to work he needed to keep his head clear and he needed Dean calm.
Sam shook his older brother's shoulder and shot him a look and whispered "Don't get distracted, stick to the plan."
Dean nodded saying "I know, I'm good go."
"Okay." Whispered Sam as he let out a nervous sigh "Be ready for when I get back."
Sam left his brother at the side of the building and disapeared into the shadows.
As soon as Sam was out of sight Dean started climbing up the ladder to the fire escape. Once he reached the top floor Dean pried open an attic window and crawled through. Thankfully there was no demons there to stop him or give him away. Dean set to work clearing a large area, then he he sliced his hand with a stray sharp piece of metal he had come across in the room. Using his blood he drew a devil's trap large enough to contain all of the demons in the basement and lobby , then he watched out the window and waited for Sam's to get back.
Sam made his way back through the town going the way he and Dean had come in. They had passed by a small Catholic grade school and Sam was planning on ripping off a few supplies from inside. He was going through a checklist in his head, of things, that he was certain he would find that could prove usefull against the demons as he broke in to the building.
The first place Sam checked was the school Gymnasium, there he found a bullhorn, some big gymbags to carry eveything in and some water bottles, which Sam later filled with water and using rosery beads that he stole from inide a teacher's desk, he blessed the water, making it holy water.
Then Sam tore through the janitor's closet, all of the lockers, classrooms, the cafeteria, the counsler's office, principals office and the groundskeeper's shed.
He found a tape recorder and tapes, duct tape, speakers, large bags of rock salt, large canisters of table salt, sharp pieces of iron fencing, and a few large, unused chemical spray botttles and jugs, which Sam also filled with holy water.
Using the tapes and tape recorder he found, Sam recited an exorcism eight times back to back filling the tape on both sides. Then he played it back making sure it would loop right when the repeat button was pushed. When he was satisfied that the recorder would play the exorcism over and over for at least an hour Sam taped the recorder to the back of the bullhorn and rigged it to where it would play through the mutiple speakers like a makeshift intercom set up.
He didn't have the arsenall he wanted but he had made due with what he could scavage.
After loading everything into the gymbags, Sam made his way back to the townhall.
The one thing that was beneficial to the plan was that the guards didn't move from their posts. Sam guessed that the demons had thought that there would be no challenges and that they had only put up guards to put the buyers at ease. So it was relativly easy for Sam to set up speakers and lay a salt line around the perimiter of the building, all he had to do was stay quite and out of sight.
When Sam finished with the speakers and the salt perimiter, he fished into the gymbag for two pieces of the iron fencing, the bullhorn and tape recorder set up and two spray bottles full of holly water. After he found the things he needed he layed the gymbags, one piece of iron fencing and one spray bottle close to the fire escape where Dean could find them, then Sam tied the bulhorn into the speaker system pulled the triger on the bullhorn and taped it back, he then pushed play on the recorder and the exorcism started coming from all sides of the building exactly as he'd hoped.
The guards all left their post looking for the source of the recording.
Dean had heard a loud squelch as Sam had hooked up the speaker to the bulhorn and he was already on the ground as the recorded exorcism began to play loudly on all sides of the building. Then the lights inside went out as Sam cut the power to the building.
Dean found and collected each of the items his brother left him then he pried open one of the back basement windows and started spraying the holly water at the demons who were stupid enough to come close to the window. Hearing the exorcism the demons started to writhe in their bodies shouting obsenities and threats.
The exorcism made a good majority of the demons smoke out, leaving the people unconcious but other wise unharmed. But, a few demons had been smart enough to lock themselves into the meatsuits they wore.
Dean was glad that none of them had enough mojo to break the devil's trap. He sprayed the demons that remained making them retreat to the far side of the room.
Using the space Dean forced the gymbags through the window, then, he held tight to the piece of sharp iron and the spray bottle and rolled through the opening. Springing up to his feet before the demons could close the gap Dean raised the bottle and sprayed the demons again, right in their faces temporarily blinding them. Then he stabbed as many as he could with the sharp piece of iron.
A couple had scattered, while Dean was distracted with impaling the others, and started trying to find a way out of the basement. But they found themselves unable to cross over any threshold that would provide a safe means of escape. Turning around they saw Dean Winchester slowly closing in on them. Dean smirked and pointed upward. "Devil's trap." He said cruelly as he took an ominous step forward and coldly plunged the piece of sharp iron right into the body that was once Jake's father. Then turning on the last demon standing, Dean growled angrily "Where's the children?", "All the people who weren't possessed?" Grabbing the auctioneer Dean pinned him to the wall and shouted "WHERE ARE THEY, YOU SICK BASTARD?"
The auctioneer raised a hand and pointed towards the backstage area and said "There's a room back there where they are all being held."
Dean mercilessly stabbed the auctioneer through the heart leaving nothing but a dead meatsuit.
Dean rushed to the area the auctioneer had indicated and forced open the door, revealing the terrified people as they clammered to the back of the room, most of them attempting to protect the children and others. mostly men standing in front of the vulnerable members of the crowd issuing poinless threats of what would happen if anyone were to be harmed.
Dean raised his hands and stepped back as he said reasuringly. "It's okay, you're safe now."
A few people looked relieved, while, others looked disbelievingly at Dean muttering things like: "It's probably a trick of some kind.", " No one go near him." and "They can't really be expecting us to fall for this crap."
Dean stayed back understanding the cautiousnous of the people. He had to be cautious himself and he couldn't take a chance on one of the people in this room being possessed. So, he started spraying everyone with the holy water.
Some of the people gave a frigtened, panicked scream as they didn't know what they were being soaked with, some yelled more threats and obsenities at Dean but others, just as predicted, had hissed menancingly, as their eyes turned black, right before, they gave an inhuman shriek and smoked out of their bodies.
Every one in the room recoiled away from the bodies as they fell unconscious, most throwing themselves over the children to shield them from the danger.
"IT'S ALRIGHT PEOPLE, IT WAS JUST HOLY WATER.", "IT'S SAFE FOR EVERYONE TO COME OUT NOW." Dean announced over the chaos.
Some of the people still protested and Dean was getting frustrated and shouted. "FINE, STAY IN THERE!", "BUT, I'M LEAVING NOW AND I WON'T COME BACK FOR ANYONE.", "OH, AND BY THE WAY THE DEMONS WON'T STAY GONE FOR LONG, THEY WILL BE BACK.", "SO IF ANYONE WANTS TO LIVE, I SUGGEST THEY COME WITH ME."
Some of the people reluctingly filtered out of the room, while the others just stood there with looks of defiance and distrust written on their faces.
Dean waved his hand forward annoyed with the shear stubborness of those who remained. Leaving the door open he turned to lead the few compliant people to safety.
Sam had managed to take out the demons outside that hadn't been exercised and he was heading to help Dean.
When his brother came out the doors of the town hall with a small group of people following behind him.
The people got tense as Sam neared and Dean had to reasure them that Sam was with him. "
This everyone?" Sam asked, looking around at the terrified people.
"No.", Replied Dean "There's ten more inside.", "I think you're gonna have to go convince them it's safe." Said Dean sounding frustrated. Then to hide his annoyance, he chuckled and said "I guess I just don't have your puppy dog face."
Sam nodded and went inside. About thirty minutes went by before the first four people filed out.
They still stayed to themselves, but now, it was more out of embaressment than distrust. Fifteen minutes more and the remaining six people joined everyone else outside followed by Sam.
Dean just shook his head and pulled the corners of his mouth tight trying to keep his face stern towards the newcomers. But his brother's undeniable gift at getting his way made it hard for Dean to keep from giving a sly smile. After a quick head count to make sure they had all of the citizens out of harms way Dean realized that Jake was missing.
Dean asked the group if they had seen him. When all of them answered that they hadn't, Dean dropped everything except, the already bloody piece of iron and ran back into the building to find the child.
When Dean reached the room that he had killed the last two demons in he heard sobs coming from the body of the boy's father.
At first Dean couldn't see where the sounds were coming from.
It was dark and Jake was so small, and, laying beside his dad, the way he was, made him nearly invisible at a quick glance. Only when Dean got closer did the boy react.
Looking up Jake automatically recognized Dean and tried to get away.
Dean wasn't in the mood to have to go chasing after him, so he ended it here. Closing the gap in just a few long strides Dean grabbed the boy by the sholder and forced Jake to face him.
Jake gave a frightened whine and stumbled backwards landing on his rump. The child was sobbing with grief and fear so Dean came down to his level.
"Hey it's okay, I won't hurt you." Dean try to say soothingly, but he faultered as he looked over at the body of the boy's father and he knew it wasn't okay and that for Jake it would probably never be okay again.
Dean's earlier anger at the boy disapeared. The kid had just wanted his dad back and even a knowlegable adult could have been driven to the kind of lengths this child had been.
The boy was shaking and Dean reached out to comfort him.
Jake pulled away and looked up with a cold stare and sounded hollow as he asked "Did you kill him to punish me or to get even with me for my part in trapping you."
Jake took a shaky breath as he became just a little boy again and pulled his face into a pout right before breaking into heaving sobs.
Still a sap for a kid, Dean pulled the child into a hug and said "You don't deserve to be punished Jake and no one wants to get even with you for anything.", "You're just a child."
"Your dad died because the demon that was inside him wouldn't let him be saved.", "Understand?" Dean asked.
The boy pulled away and looking at Dean he nodded his head and wiped the tears from his eyes as he asked sadly "What am I suppossed to do now?"
"Do you have any other family?" Dean asked.
Jake shook his head and whispered "No.", "I have nowhere to go, everything I told you out by the pond was true, except for my dad disapearing."
"My brother and I will help figure something out for you." Said Dean, but then he shuddered as he remembered, the people he and Sam would have normally relied on in a situation like this were no longer amongst the living.
Suddenly Dean wanted to cry to, because, like Jake, he and Sam had no one to turn to and nowhere to go.
Dean helped the boy stand and tried not to sound stern or acusing as he asked exactly how many people had been sold while he and Sam were on a road trip with Crowly, and if he knew who they were or who they were sold to. He also asked about the list the demon had mentioned and if Jake knew any of the names that were on it. J
ake told Dean that the demons had torn away and burned part of the list upon Sam and Dean's capture and that once a person became an "item" up for auction they were no longer refered to by a name, but by a number. So there was never a way to tell if any of the people that had been sold's names had been on the list or not. Even if a name on the list, had, been revealed there would have been no ability to match up any one person to the name, too many strangers had been drug in to be sold and a good majority were probably civilians, so there was no telling how many hunters had met a grisly end via the auction.
Then Jake told Dean about the log book that was on the auctioneer's podium, he told Dean that it had all of the night's "transactions" recorded inside.
Dean felt nausous as he opened the log book. Inside was a list of sixty numbers, each one representing some poor person who was probably being tortured to death or worse right now. It became even more awful, when, to Dean's horror, he found that the book had at least a month's worth of "transitions" logged inside.
Over five hundred innocent people, some of them children had met the worst fates imaginable, all in the name, of turning hunters, into the hunted.
Sam was equally sickened when Dean showed him the book and told him about everything Jake had said. After talking to all of the people that they'd managed to rescue, the Winchesters found out that the demons had been terrifying this town for two weeks and that a majority of the people that had been sold, had been kidnapped, from a few smaller towns, that were scattered throughout the nearby area, untill tonight when they started to sell off the town's people because they were" closing up shop" and were going to move on to somewhere else.
It was terrifying for the group to learn just how few "safe" places there were. All of them asked questions along the same lines , things like: "How many towns are completly vacant or completly populated with these "things" now?", "Who can fight them?", "How do we survive?", "How do we fight back?", "When's it going to end?", "When will it finally be safe, really safe?", "How much control do these monsters have?"
Sam and Dean could only give the group a crash course on how to protect themselves against most things "that go bump in the night", other than that, the brothers had no real answers, because they had some of the same questions themselves.
Sam and Dean waited untill each member of the group gathered enough supplies to keep them safe, sheltered and fed for now, then they gave them all pointers of how to use fake names when possible and how to keep on the move to avoid detection if it came to that for any of them. The brothers watched as the people broke off either individually or into family and friend groups each going their own seperate ways, but all of them getting as far from this place as fast as they possibly could. One of the women agreed to take care of Jake until he could take care of himself and she and Jake were the last ones besides Sam and Dean to put the now vacant town in their review mirror.
Sam and Dean packed what few supplies they had found. The brothers had learned that, their car, most of their supplies and personal belongings had been auctioned off as well. So, they would have to hotwire one of the abandoned cars in the town and start a new stock of weapons and supplies.
Dean wasn't to happy as the best car they could find was a run of the mill sedan, but he didn't complain. It was close to midday before the Winchesters hauled ass out of the town, that, they had set ablaze, to help cover their tracks and the tracks of all the civilians they had saved.
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