Chapter 2:
Sam sat in the drivers seat of the impala and stared at the room he and Dean were staying at. He had opted for no sleep last night, needing a brake from the constant nightmares of Jess. Last time it had been horrible, seeing Jess go up in flames again and again, her last words questioning why he did it to her, but this time it was ten times worse, because he knew it was his fault. He knew if he had just left her alone she would have lived a long and beautiful life.
He shifted his gaze away from the door to their motel room to the two cups of coffee on his lap, one for Dean and one for him. They had just finished the "lake" hunt, and he couldn't believe how little he could remember. These last couple of hunts were so long ago in his mind he barely remembered what had happened, and people had suffered for it. Sure he remembered the Wendigo, but he hadn't remembered where the cave had been, so Dean ended up getting taken again and he had to resort to following his "bread crumbs." He had remembered the ghost had been connected to the Sheriff and Carlton, but he hadn't remembered how they had defeated it until Lucas' grandfather had given his life. Sam let out a sigh and swiped his hand over his face in frustration before stepping out of the car, taking the coffee with him.
He unlocked the room and walked in slowly. "Morning Sunshine," Sam said and he saw his brother look up; unintentionally saying exactly what he did the first time.
"What time is it?" Dean grumbled as he rolled over to face his brother.
"Uh, about 5:45"
"In the morning?"
"Yep"
"Ugh, where does the day go?" Dean asked as he sat up and looked Sam up and down. "Did you get any sleep last night?"
"Yeah, I grabbed a couple of hours," Sam answered, knowing he was lying to his brother's face.
"Liar, cuz I was up at three and you were watching the George Forman infomercial" Dean pointed out, swinging his legs off the bed and planting his bare feet on the floor.
"What can I say, it's riveting T.V." Sam shrugged and turned to the small table to place the coffee down.
"When was the last time you got a good nights sleep?" Dean asked, his voice full of concern, all signs of joking gone.
"I don't know, a little while I guess, it's no big deal." Sam stated. He remembered this conversation now, and if he was right...they were about to get a call.
"Yeah it is," Dean answered back, a bit of anger pushed through the words.
"I appreciate the concern but-"
"Oh I'm not concerned about ya, it's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp" Sam shrugged in reply to Dean's interruption. "Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?"
Sam Sighed and walked to his bed, "yeah," he confessed quietly "but its not just her, it's the job, it gets to ya."
"Well you can't bring it home with you like that,"
"What so you're never afraid?" Sam asked, knowing that his brother wasn't perfect, and was content with proving it to him.
"Not really," Sam chuckled and pulled Dean's knife from under his pillow. "That's not fair, that is precaution." Dean defended as he put the long silver knife back under his pillow.
"Whatever, I'm to tired to argue," Sam's head went down, but his eyes went to the phone, which started to ring a second after his eyes met it.
"Just try and relax" Sam whispered to his brother.
"Shut up!" Dean answered back sharply, Sam has let this hunt run like it had originally had for Dean's sake, he couldn't rush him on this one. So here they were on Amanda's flight, waiting for the demon to show up, but this time Sam planned on making things go a lot smoother. Sam could handle this, he was sure of it. Dean wouldn't have to deal with this particular demon.
The plane took off and Sam sat back and waited, but after a few minutes he heard something to his right. "Are you humming Metallica?"
"It calms me down," Dean answered tensely, his whole body stock still in the third class seat.
"Dean keep your head in the game, we have 32 minutes to find the demon and exorcise it"
"Yeah on a crowded plane," Dean still didn't sound calm, in fact he sounded close to hysterics. The plane shook some more and Dean tensed even further, "come on, that can't be normal!"
"Dean you need to calm down" Sam stated, using a calm soothing voice.
"Sam this plane is going to crash, don't talk to me like I'm four!" Dean snapped at him. "So stop with the feel-good-yoga talk!" He whispered harshly.
"Dean you need to calm down or you could be wide open for demonic possession!" Same whispered back just as harshly.
Dean took some deep breaths and Sam nodded. "Now let's go find this thing, you take the back end and I'll take the front." Sam stated, standing up and walking forward towards the cockpit, Dean let out a sigh as he stood up and walked the opposite way.
Sam turned and watched his brother walk away, once he saw Dean walk into the next section, Sam walked up to the flight attendant he needed to talk to, "Amanda."
The blond paused and turned to him, "Can I help you?"
"Um..." Sam started, he didn't know how to convince her, but he had to do it fast. "I know this is going to sound strange, but I need to talk to the co-pilot."
"Why?"
"Just...it's important." Sam insisted, he felt a slight push at the back of his head, but he ignored it.
"Yeah...sure" Amanda said, her voice slightly dazed. Sam watched as she went, the slight push had stopped, but a headache was starting to form. He pressed his palms to his temples briefly and the pain started to recede.
Amanda came back and the co-pilot stood close behind her. "Can I help you sir?"
"Yeah...I was just wondering if this plane had a Christo engine" Sam asked casually, the co-pilot flinched and his eyes turned black. Sam heard Amanda gasp.
"Amanda, make sure no one comes in here." He stated, Amanda nodded and left the small area.
"A hunter, woah, never thought one of you would have the guts to get on a plane they knew would crash." The Demon stated with a smile.
"Well you guessed wrong," Sam circled around the Demon and blocked off the demon's only exit. Sam knew the demon didn't think he was much of a threat, he was just one hunter. So he planned on using that to his advantage.
"You're a Winchester if I'm not mistaken, is that right?" the demon's eyes were almost lit with delight. "I heard you boys were looking for Daddy." Sam tensed, this was true, on the nights when he didn't sleep at all he was searching nonstop for his father, in hopes of stopping him from sacrificing himself. "Do you think Daddy can scare away the bad dreams?" the demon's smile grew now, and Sam backed up a step. Sam knew enough about demons to know that they could read minds, and he didn't want this thing reading something that could get him in major trouble, he didn't know if distance helped but he took another step back just in case.
"I'm going to send you back to hell." Sam stated bluntly as he pulled out a bottle of holy water.
"Ha, that's cute, you and what army?" The demon asked as he started to chuckle."Do you think I'll just stand here and let you send me back? Well think again sunny boy, the only way I'm going down is if I take this whole plane with me!" The demon called out. Sam tensed, he hadn't really thought of that...he couldn't have draw a devil's trap on a plane, and it's not like he could use his powers like he did before he came back-
Sam's eyes darkened slightly. 'my powers...I hadn't really thought about them...is it possible that...that I could'
"Actually...I think that's exactly what you're going to do." Sam's face scrunched up and he began digging , reaching for that little bubble of power buried in the depths of his mind. 'There!' he raised his hand and pushed out. The demon's eyes widened as he went flying into the nearby wall.
"What? You shouldn't...you can't do this! Unless..." The demon mumbled to himself. Sam felt the blood drip out of his nose, his eyes squinting against the pain that had appeared in his head.'I can't believe I just forced my powers to come to me...without demon blood...' Sam thought as he struggled against the pain. 'Ruby did say that it was in me the whole time...'
Flashback (well technically a flash-forward...but still)
Ruby smiled at Sam as the ground began to shake and Lucifer began to rise. "You didn't need the feather to fly, you had it in you the whole time, Dumbo."
End of flash
The demon began to laugh, "ho ho ho, looks like we've got our selves a bad boy here. What did you do, dabble in the dark arts? No, well maybe you...Oh, you wouldn't be one of those chosen kids would you?" The demon shifted slightly on the wall, a smile on his face. Sam didn't like the demon analyzing his situation, so he began to repeat the words he had commited to his brain.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus"
The demon's eyes flickered; he closed his eyes and grunted against the words, but he then preceded to laugh. "Oh what would the great John Winchester say about his baby boy now?"
"omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, et secta diabolica,"
"Would he understand what you've done, or would he view you as something else to hunt? I wonder what he'll do when he finds out." Sam didn't show the demon that his words were getting to him, he had always worried what his father would have thought about him using his powers...but now that he was in the past, he was going to find out. Hopefully later rather then sooner.
"Ergo draco maledicte et sectio, Ergo draco maledicte et legio secta diabolica"
"Ha ha ha, go ahead, send me back to hell. I'll just tell everyone what I've seen once I've crawled my way out." The demon's black eyes stared at Sam, his words making Sam pause briefly in the exorcism, but that was enough for the demon to continue it's taunting."Within a couple of months every demon...every hunter will know about Sammy Winchester and his... little gifts."
Sam's eyes darkened, he squared his shoulders and stared at the darkness that were the demon's eyes, blood dripping into his mouth as he spoke the final words of the exorcism, his eyes daring the demon to give him his best shot.
"Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias servire libertáte, te rogámus, audi nos!"
The demon came shooting out of the co-pilots mouth and Sam dropped his hand. Hes legs gave out on him and he was forced to kneel down along with the co-pilot. He took in a deep breath through his mouth and quickly started dabbing at his nose to stop the bleeding. He felt exhausted and his head felt like it was on fire. He closed his eyes and tried to make the pain go away, but as the realization of what he had just did started to sink in, a new type of headache started to form. "My powers aren't nearly as strong as they were before...but I don't know if I want them to be, and I probably have three months at most before that demon crawls out of hell and tries to spread my secret...so I have a choice, I can rather deny it when it starts going around...or tell Dean and Dad...soon" A.N: Here's the next chapter! It took me forever to figure out what I wanted to do, but I think I know where I want to go with this story now. I'll probably have the next chapter up by February 14. Sorry for the kinda dull chapter, I know it's poorly written but I'm trying to rush this part along, cut right now I'm mostly following the first season, but I want to get to the part when everything is different (which should be in the next couple of chapters) so PLEASE continue reading and I promise it will get better. Please Read and Review!
