A/N: Hey everyone. Procrastination-fueled chapter here. Since Easter break's early this year, our teachers didn't notice the marking period was almost over and decided to compensate by all give us projects now.
The song used is "Dream On" by Aerosmith.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Dean pulled the Impala over to the side of the road and turned it off. "Okay, so heads we're on a wild goose chase, and tails it's all real and we're screwed," he said, holding a quarter in his hand.
"Please don't flip that coin," Sam said as he got out of the car and started up towards the church. He obviously wasn't in the mood for jokes right now.
They walked inside, and instantly came face-to-face with a sinister-looking young woman. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" she demanded.
Sam wasn't sure what exactly he should reveal. Just then, the same kid who had invited them appeared from around the corner of the hallway. "Uh, he told us to come."
The woman looked over. "Toby? Are they telling the truth?" The kid nodded, and the woman gave an evil grin. "In that case, welcome." She motioned for them to follow her, and led them downstairs to the basement.
Once they made it to the bottom of the stairs, they found at least twenty pairs of eyes staring at them from spots on the concrete floor.
"New members," the woman who had led them downstairs announced to everyone. Not surprisingly, there were no hellos or friendly waves. Dean and Sam found an empty spot in the corner and sat down.
"So, a church, eh?" Dean observed. "Funny place to conjure the devil." Sam stared at him, barely keeping his eyes from getting wide. His plan was to just listen to what these people were up to and not cause any trouble, but it seemed that Dean didn't share his ideas.
"Well, Lucifer was originally an angel," a man reminded them.
"And if we can conjure Him on hallowed ground, He'll have immediate control. We'll be unstoppable," a woman added.
"We'll?" Sam asked. Keeping quiet was pretty much not a concern anymore.
"He will give positions of authority to those who help him rise up," another person defended.
"Sure about that?" Dean asked. Everyone's heads instantly whipped around to face him. "Well, I mean… y'know, evil will always triumph because good is dumb."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Spaceballs?" he whispered incredulously. Dean just shrugged in an 'it was all I could think of!' gesture.
"What the hell makes you so qualified to join us, anyway?" someone asked. "It doesn't seem like you know anything as to what we're all about."
"I was just suggesting that he might be using you," Dean said. Sam resisted the urge to use his hand either to cover his brother's mouth or bury his head in it. This wasn't going well. "You never know," Dean continued.
"He would not turn His back on us," the woman who'd led them in asserted. She'd stood up and was now standing in front of everyone, as if she'd placed herself on a stage. "In fact, just for you, I'll ask."
"What?" Dean asked.
"We don't have enough power to summon Him yet," the woman explained, "but with one more sacrifice, we can call one of His subjects; a lesser demon." She pulled out an athame and scanned the room. "Andrew," she called. A young man stood up and walked over to her. "You have served your Lord well, and now it is time to give yourself up completely for Him. Are you willing?"
"Yes, Fay," Andrew replied without hesitation. There was not even the smallest trace of fear visible on his face, nor on the faces of anyone else in the room- save Sam and Dean, of course, who were watching the whole thing wide-eyed.
"Very good," Fay replied. She held the athame up and began to mutter in Latin- the same words the girl from the school incident had said. As soon as she was finished, Fay slit Andrew's throat with one quick motion of her hand. He fell to the floor, bleeding profusely, but no one seemed phased. Instead, the entire room began to chant. Suddenly, a wind began to generate from nowhere. In the center of the room, a man appeared… though it was obvious to more than instinct that he wasn't ordinary. It may have just been a nervous illusion, but incredibly, the evil writhing within this person seemed visible.
"We have questions for the Master," Fay said officially, not even offering a greeting to the creature. "We have two new members who would like to make sure our Lord will not turn on us once He is risen."
"The Dark Lord has given his solemn promise to reward those who aid him in his domination," the creature informed.
"The Devil's word?" Dean whispered to Sam incredulously. "You have got to be kidd-" But his sentence stopped abruptly upon receiving a sharp blow to the rib cage from Sam's elbow.
"You see?" Fay said, turning to Sam and Dean. She looked back at the minion she had been talking to. "We would also like to know how close we are in terms of sacrificed souls."
"The incident in the school helped tremendously," the creature informed. "It is time for your final plan."
"Yes, sir," Fay nodded. "Tomorrow night, in this very place… it will happen."
"Fay, I trust you to make sure everything goes well," the creature warned.
"I will not fail you," Fay promised as the minion disappeared. She turned to face the room. "You heard me," she started. "See you all tomorrow night."
And with that strange parting, everyone began to file out. Sam and Dean were still bewildered, and tried to sort out everything they'd just seen.
"Wait, Toby," Sam said, grabbing the kid's coat before he got the chance to leave. "What's going on tomorrow? What's the plan?"
"I'm not sure if newcomers like you should be trusted with that kind of knowledge," Toby answered simply.
"Well, could you tell us something? We're kind of lost here!" Dean asked, exasperated.
Toby shrugged. "Just show up."
He walked away, leaving the brothers in confused silence.
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Sam and Dean left the church and got into their car.
"All that talk about sacrifices doesn't exactly make me anxious for tomorrow night," Sam muttered.
"Tell me about it," Dean agreed. "But judging from what we do know, they're probably gonna try to summon the devil in twenty-four hours. So logically, we have to stop them."
"How are we gonna do that? There's over twenty of them and two of us," Sam reminded.
"I dunno, I just figure coming up with a plan to stop people will be easier than coming up with a plan to stop demonic creatures," Dean pointed out.
Sam sighed. "Maybe we should get backup or something."
"I think it's best that we don't drag anybody else into this," Dean said. The comment surprised Sam. "I mean, we don't know what's going to happen. We could be expected to go out on a killing spree or something. What if they want us to take out people we know? …we could end up in prison, or worse…" Dean trailed off. "Let's go home," he said suddenly.
"So now you want to run away and leave the whole world to die?" Sam asked incredulously. "I know we both don't wanna believe it, but the effects of what they're going to do could be catastrophic."
"I get it, it's frickin' scary," Dean interrupted. "We're gonna come back. I just want to warn Angie… tell her what's going on, you know?"
"Well Dean, they have these nifty things now called cell phones…"
"This isn't exactly the kind of conversation I want to have over the phone!" Dean snapped, then sighed. "I'm sorry, Sam, it's just… like you said, we have no idea what we've gotten ourselves into. So, I'm gonna say goodbye."
Sam looked at his older brother. Usually Dean didn't touch on such heavy subjects.
"We've fought for our lives before, you know what it's like," Dean reminded. "What goes through your mind… Angie's like the world to me. I've gotta make sure I say something, face-to-face with her… in case it's what I have to leave her with."
Sam nodded, and Dean started the car. He turned on the radio as they headed out towards the highway in silence, knowing they were in for a long car ride.
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the Good Lord will take you away...