The Ties That Bind

I wrote this story almost two years ago, when I first started watching Supernatural - it's five chapters long and complete. I intended for this story to have a long-spanning arch, but I've moved on to writing Sons of Anarchy FF. I may get back to it in the future, as I do have a few ideas for Lucy and the boys :)

Chapter 1

"How many?" Dean asked breathlessly, his back pressed against Sam's.

"Five, last I counted."

"Did you get any?"

"Nope. Salt rock barely makes a dent."

"I'm all out of Holy Water. Where's the Colt when you need it..?"

They were standing in the middle of a large, empty warehouse, surrounded by five angry red-eyed demons, each encased in a body of a beautiful woman. The devil-women took turns taking stabs at one brother or the other, like cats playing with mice. Enough to harm, but not enough to kill.

"I'm getting tired of this." Dean whispered to Sam before the next bout of torture began. "If we're going down, let's go down swinging."

"In flames." Sam's eyes locked on Dean's, as he pulled out a grenade.

"Dude, you've been holding out."

"I've got two."

"Use the first one as a distraction, maybe we'll be able to get away. And the other ..." He didn't finish, but saw that his brother understood.

Sam pulled on the safety pin and threw the first grenade at the two demons farthest away from them, while he and Dean dropped to the ground and covered their heads. The boom of the explosion was deafening, but did nothing to disguise outraged yelps of the demons. Before the boys even had a chance to get back up, the demons were upon them, clawing at their backs, pulling their hair. Sam reached for the second grenade, but it was beyond his grasp. This is it, thought Dean, and there's nothing I can do. The howls of the demons became more ecstatic as they neared their purpose. At last, The Winchester brothers would be done for, their souls burning in hell forever.

Suddenly, Dean felt a shower of water hitting them from behind. The demons hissed and squirmed as the Holy Water burned their flesh.

"Not so fast, bitches." They heard a female voice, loud and strong. The demons left them alone, attracted by the new arrival.

Dean turned on his back to see what had just happened. He saw a tall, dark-haired girl standing a few feet away, dressed all in black leather, armed with a flaming sword and a huge honking water gun. Judging by her weapons, she had to be a hunter.

"Come on, Sammy, I think we got help." He pulled up his younger brother, and together they staggered back into the fight.

"Get over here! Now!" She called to them. Well, that's easier said than done, Dean thought, as they faced a wall of pissed off demons between them. He and Sam used the last of their salt buckshot to make way to the girl.

"Distract them." She ordered, then lowering the tip of the sword to the ground, she began drawing a circle around them, while a Latin incantation spilled rapidly from her lips. "Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio."

Dean recognized the prayer by that first verse. Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Was she trying to summon the angel? This girl was clearly nuts, but they were as good as dead, so maybe it didn't hurt to try. The circle she traced was on fire and the demons cringed back from its light. The girl's incantation continued. "Princeps militiae Caelestis, satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo, divina virtute in infernum detrude. Amen." O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls.

As the last words fell from her mouth, a wave of light and fire exploded outwards from the ring surrounding them, shattering the demons and turning them into dust. As the wave hit the walls and dissipated, the warehouse became eerily quiet, filled only with the sounds of quickened breaths of the three humans left standing.