Chapter 2: A Demon in the House
Sam and Dean were in the motel room preparing for this hunt. Dean was cleaning the guns while Sam was hammering away at the laptop doing research on the demon.
"Okay, so I know what exorcism will work on this thing."
"Which one?"
"Remember the one we used on Meg?"
"The first time?"
"We didn't exorcise her the second time, Dean."
"Yeah. I remember. That'll do the trick?"
"It won't be easy. This thing is really powerful Dean. It's already killed two other seasoned hunters."
"Just as long as you stay out of its reach."
"Dean…"
"No Sammy, no compromise on this one. I go in first. You just stay back as far as you can and exorcise this bitch."
"Whatever."
"Dude, don't whatever me. That's just the way it's gonna be or we're forgetting this hunt."
"Dean, we're not forgetting this hunt! Thirty people, Dean. Two hunters. No! This thing is going back to hell."
"Then you stay out of its reach."
"Fine!"
"Good."
Sam went back to his research, double checking his facts. He did not want to be wrong about the exorcism. Dean would be on point on this one and Sam did not want to lose his brother.
Beep. Beep. It was an e-mail from Bobby. Sam opened it. Bobby had found an ancient Sumerian ritual that could break Dean's demon deal. Sam grinned from ear to ear as he read. Thank you, Bobby. This could really work. I could really save Dean.
"What the hell are you grinning like the Cheshire cat for?"
"Huh?" Sam said startled as he looked up to find Dean looking at him like he had two heads. "Nothing. E-mail from Kira. She said Harry is a handful." Sam quickly encoded the file and set a password. He would look it over thoroughly when Dean was asleep. He closed the window, and put the laptop aside, stretching his long legs out under the table to relax. He watched Dean, truly hopeful that he would have more than five more months with his big brother.
"I still say you're whipped."
"Shut up." Sam teased.
"Whoot-tssh!" Dean cracked an imaginary whip in the air, directed at Sam's smiling face.
"Jerk."
"Bite me."
"Maybe later."
"Bitch." Dean cracked a green eyed grin and put his clean gun aside. He stretched his legs out on the bed and leaned against the headboard, looking at his baby brother. "You're really happy with her, aren't you?"
"Yeah. For the first time since Jess."
"I'm glad Sammy. You deserve this."
"You'll find it too, Dean."
"Yeah, I doubt that."
"Why?"
Dean shook his head. "I can't settle down like you Sammy. I'm not normal enough for that kind of life." Dean half smiled. "I'm too much of a freak."
"That's not true. You'll find someone who will change your mind on the subject. I felt the same way after Jess. Until Kira."
"Yeah, maybe." Dean closed his eyes, cutting off the conversation that was rapidly turning chick-flicky.
Dean rested for a few minutes and Sam let the conversation go. He turned back to the e-mail from Bobby and began to put together the ritual in his mind. It would be possible to perform, but required many steps. He read the writing carefully, running parts through the state-of-the-art translator Ash had downloaded onto his hard drive before the roadhouse fire that killed him. Thanks for all the help, Ash. Sam remembered the mullet sporting genius who had been a great deal of help in tracking omens and deciphering their father's cryptic research.
Sam watched his translator program work. The ritual was coming together. Suddenly something caught his eye. Spirit world…Sacrifice. What the hell? He read on as the program worked. His hope faltered a little bit when he read what the translator had finished with. This is gonna be harder than I thought. Still possible but…Sam broke off his chain of thought, not liking where it was going. Dean stirred on the bed and Sam looked up to find it was dark outside. He put the computer on standby so it could finish running the translation and stood from the table. Dean sat up on the bed.
"It's dark outside." Sam said.
"Let's go after this sucker. Send it back to hell in pieces." They packed their gear and headed out to where the demon was last located. They both had the feeling that they wouldn't have to look for the demon. It would find them.