Just Words

Chapter 1:

"Sammy, would you stop primping in front of the mirror and get your ass out here and eat?" I yelled as I walked into the grimy motel room. Sam walked out and gave me his typical bitch face that he has always given me, but then I saw him smile as he turned away. I smirked; feeling good that even though a lot has changed over the last few years I could still make my little brother feel a bit better in this craziness that had become our lives. He sat down across from me, and I could see how haggard he looked. Dark smudges under his eyes that never seemed to leave, it made me angry to think that this was a problem I couldn't make go away.

When Sam returned from hell as a soulless dick, I thought things could never get any worse. When I put his soul back and I finally got my brother back I thought we were going to be okay, but then when the wall fell I began to question if Sam was any better off then when he couldn't feel anything and didn't need to sleep.

"So, what's the case Dean?" Sam asked suddenly which snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Basic demons signs, nothing all that interesting. Just, find and kill the bastards, you know the drill." I said between the bites of bacon cheeseburgers. Sam nibbled at his salad, and seemed deep in thought as he stared at the pages of research in front of him. Typical nerdy Sam. Some things never changed. "So finish up your rabbit food, and lets get this done, maybe take a few days off and just relax after. I'm gonna hit the head" I wanted a shower, but there was no point in that before a hunt that was probably gonna get me covered in demon goop or something else disgusting. I settled with splashing some water on my face, and walking back out into the motel room. When I opened the door, Sam was no longer sitting at the table, he was standing in the middle of the room, staring at something, his eyes glazed over, rubbing hard at the cut on his hand that never seemed to quite heal. I walked over and Sam didn't move he didn't even seem to notice I was the there. Lucifer was definitely here again, whispering something into Sam's ear that only he could hear. Suddenly he hit his hand hard against the corner of the end table. I winced, it seemed to calm him down. He turned and looked at me and I quirked an eyebrow. He nodded back at me, just so I would know he was okay, but that I needed to drop it. I hated that. I wished everyday he would talk to me, like he did when he was younger, before everything changed, but I knew he wouldn't. We got changed in silence, and walked out the door.

Finding the demon was easy enough, interrogating it was another thing was different. After awhile it stops eating at your soul that the vessel is a human being because you know you need the information. Ever since Sam has remembered his time of being soulless, it seems to affect him more then it did in past years. I kinda liked seeing that sensitive side of Sam again, I just wish it wasn't because of hell and soullessness that brought that Sammy back to me.

"How many more of you are around here?" Sam asked. The demon smirked up at him.

"Sammy Winchester, back from the dead. Seems to becoming a habit. What makes you so special? The only human Lucifer showed any care for, treated you better then he treated us, even though we were his creation." Sam cocked his head at the demon, I stood back trying to decide if I should interfere or not. The demon continued to mock Sam. "We have to fight to get out of hell, the angels can't escape, but you manage to get out of the cage scott-free? What about your brother? Is he still enjoying his time down under?" Sam jumped forward and jammed the knife into the demons leg and the demon screamed pitifully.

"The angels deserve to be where they are, and don't you worry about Adam. Now, tell me how many more of you are around here, before I show you a few things Lucifer taught me, when he was wearing me to the prom." Sam said in a low menacing voice that I had not heard in a while. He twisted the knife with each word, until the demon decided to spill.

"Okay! I will tell you! There is only one other one here, more powerful then most of us. I was supposed to be on my way to meet him. He crawled out of the chasm years ago, from the places where only the most damaged or evil souls go. Places demons do not dare to venture. But let me warn you, you will not face him and get out alive. Now please just send me back to hell already." Sam smirked at that.

"Sorry, I guess I should have paid attention in class." I said. "I do not remember my exorcisms anymore, and judging by the bullet wound in your vessels chest, it would do him any good if I exorcised you anyway." I stabbed the demon through the heart, as Sam began to walk out of the building.