Chapter 1: Since When has Dying Stopped Anyone?
AN - Sorry, but my updates probably will take a little while at least. I'm sort of notoriously slow at this kind of thing, and it's something I'd like to work on getting out of. :b Though, the response to the prologue was certainly encouraging! Thanks for all the faves/follows already, guys. 3 Half of this was done at work just like the prologue, but the rest was me sitting down at home to get it done too, since I knew I was taking a while.
I did get one review for the first chapter, and I think it was asking if there'll be Destiel. To clarify; While this is my first fanfic for SPN, and my first fic involving pairings.. ever, I'd like to focus on just the mentioned Sabriel. But Destiel may well sneak in of its own accord, because I do ship both. We'll seee~ Once again, if they're OOC or I made any mistakes, or you have any crit for me, please do leave a review. c:
It started the same as any other case. Mysterious killings baffle local authorities, demonic omens. The smell of sulphur and clouds of strange black smoke. The Winchesters figured it would be an easy hunt – after all, demons they were familiar with. Demons they could take.
They had followed the signs to a small town, started snooping around the crime scenes hoping for a hint as to who was possessed.
As it would happen, that turned out to be near enough everyone. A town of the damned, the entire population host to demons.
Sam and Dean hadn't realised until far too late just how many demons they were dealing with; by the time they had, they were already surrounded and trapped by at least a dozen.
They were in an old warehouse, full of shadows where light could not creep through the cracked walls. There was a skylight in the centre of the room, but it was so dirty that very little light could penetrate the grimy glass. Sam and Dean were at separate sides of the room, each covered by six demons. One had Sam's arms held tightly behind his back, pinning them and rendering Sam vulnerable. Dean had not allowed the same to happen to him - he kept his demons at bay with Ruby's knife - but he could not do anything for fear of provoking the demons that had Sam.
So both brothers stood, at the mercy of the demons, unable to see a way out. Dean had called for Castiel at first, swearing at the Angel when no reply came, but now he too was silent. Waiting to see what the demons would do.
They didn't have to wait very long.
For a few short minutes, no one seemed to know what exactly to do. The demons had the Winchesters trapped; now what? It appeared that none of them had expected to get this far, even with their sheer numbers working in their favour... So they hadn't bothered to plan ahead in the event of it actually happening. Sam and Dean exchanged glances, bemused by the demons collective uncertainty. Some arguing broke out among the demons, settled a few minutes later when the demon holding Sam's arms put his foot down and roared for silence.
"I can't believe I've been saddled with such IDIOTS!" The demon continued once silence had finally been achieved by the group of demons. "Isn't it simple?! We kill the
older one and keep our Father's vessel alive." The demons looked at one another a moment longer uncertainly, before the idea took hold properly and they focused their attention on Dean, who now looked understandably a little nervous. It wasn't as if being Michael's vessel guaranteed him a return to life, after all. The angels said they wanted him alive to say yes, but did they even know what was happening? If they did, they'd have intervened by now, surely.
But no, there was quite clearly no divine intervention coming. They were left to these demons this time. Dean glared as one of the demons drew out a short shining blade. An angel blade, obviously stolen. The demon with the sword approached carefully, wary of Dean as he was not yet restrained. Two other demons began to close in on him at the same time, intending to at least get Ruby's knife out of his hands and out of reach. He lashed out when one came into his range, watching with satisfaction as the blade bit into the body and the demon lit up in its dying moments, screaming. It was all the distraction the other needed, and before Dean had managed to withdraw the knife from the now-empty corpse it had him in a tight grip, one hand gripping his wrist to keep the killer blade away from itself.
The other, with the angel blade, moved in fast and raised its weapon high, poised to strike Dean in the chest. It took a moment to savour what was clearly victory at long last over at the least one Winchester, before it struck, putting all its force into the swing. Everyone in the room seemed to hold their breath, their eyes following the arc of the blade on its descent toward Dean's vulnerable heart. Seconds before the short silver blade in the demons hand broke skin and plunged into soft flesh, there was a blinding white flash, the loud beat of wings, and when it cleared the demons lay dead.
Sam, his arms now free from his captors hold, slowly looked around the room and took in the sight of a dozen demons all dead and burned out in what was seemingly a single instant. Dean recovered fairly fast from his near-death, kicking the angel blade out of the demons unresisting hand with clear disgust before sheathing Ruby's knife and moving back to his brothers side.
"What the hell Sammy? What just happened?" He demanded, also gazing about himself with narrowed eyes.
"I... don't know, Dean." Sam responded slowly, carefully sweeping the room with his eyes for any clues. "There was just that bright flash... sort of like..." He trailed off, just as Dean caught onto what he'd been about to say.
"Like angels. But Cas wasn't answering." He finished, sounding fairly pissed off with the angel. "And if it wasn't Cas, who the hell was it?"
I'm just going to say here, I'm not entirely sure how to space this out properly? Anyone have any tips on that, cus I'm used to having everything in paragraphs close together but it does look crowded and I'm not sure how I should be fixing that.