New Day, New Demon

by MyPatronusWearsATrenchcoat

Sam and Dean are in Tennessee, on a retrieval mission for Castiel; he needs them to bring him a pendant that holds a reservoir of angelic power. But things don't go according to plan. A demon that even Cas has never seen before attacks, and Dean is faced with a choice that could cause devastation to the Winchesters... Or the rest of the world. This is my first fanfiction.

2. Chapter 2

Three rooms and an hour and fifteen minutes of ceaseless searching later, Dean was still on the left side of the corridor. This room, the master bedroom, had so many drawers and crevices that Dean wasn't sure he'd ever make it to the other side of the hall. The first place he checked was under the bed – lots of dust and coughing, but nothing else. He made his way around the room for half an hour, checking in all the little corners, but was still greeted with nothing of worth. After he'd made his way around the entire perimeter of the room, Dean turned, doing a 360 to look for anything else to search, and found himself facing a huge cabinet in the dead center of the room. The thing was so huge that Dean was surprised that he hadn't noticed it before. It looked like one of those old, fancy wardrobes that medieval princesses kept their dresses in. Hurrying over to it, he flung the doors wide, but the cabinet was disappointingly spotless, save for a thick layer of dust lining the bottom. He knelt, looking under the wardrobe, but found the same result. Dean stood, and looked the cabinet over – it wasn't just standing here in the middle of the room for no reason, was it? As his eyes scanned the cabinet and swept over the top – the top. Dean immediately reached his arm over the top of the wardrobe-sized cabinet, brushing over the smooth wooden surface. His fingers touched a thin cord, and he immediately snagged it and dragged it towards the edge. Dean jerked his hand down, bringing the leather cord over the side of the cabinet, and brought it to eye level. Clenched in his fist, dangling from the cord, was a palm-sized, teardrop shaped pendant made of a substance that looked like glass. The only thing that distinguished that it held immense power was that as it moved, the light hitting it from Dean's flashlight beam sent flashes of fiery crimson and orange through it. In the surface of the teardrop, near the bottom, an intricate, looping symbol was carved. Dean wasted no extra time gazing at the pendant, but immediately shoved it in his pocket. The job was done, the pendant had been retrieved. Now they could get out of this creepy-ass mansion and back to – BOOM.

Dean whirled to face the doorway. The sound had come from the hall downstairs, where Sam was searching. Dean moved as quickly and quietly as possible out of the bedroom and down the hallway, halting at the top of the staircase. "Sam?" He called cautiously. No answer. Another dull boom shook the house, triggering a rain of dust and plaster. "Sammy!" Dean shouted again, drawing his gun and bounding down the stairs, stopping in the middle of the downstairs corridor. "Sammy, where are you?" Dean's voice was edged with fear. Long, silent seconds ticked by. A sudden, loud clang resonated throughout the hall, like an aluminum baseball bat against a wall, then a thudding of something heavy hitting the floor came from the doorway nearest the living room. It sounded like Sam was fighting something off with the butt of his gun, but why wouldn't he just shoot it? Dean rushed into the room at the end of the hall, then skidded to a halt, eyes wide, trying to comprehend what he was seeing.