3 I will never, 2 never ever forgive, 1 i will never , 0 never ever forgive, arclight, ARCLIGHT!
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Jo POV.
"You sure this is the place?" I asked anxiously, even as I pulled the shotgun out from the rack, and began loading shells into the mag.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure girl, and if it is the wrong place, its only because you gave me the wrong directions."
I scowled at him, and sighed, as I realized I'd deserved that, but… god, it had been over day, since Dean had been taken by the demon, only god knew what condition we'd find him in, or whether ot not he was even still alive! Much less in one piece.
I pumped a round, into the chamber of the shotgun, and without any further words, we went inside, to find only god knew what, but what I did hope, would be a relatively intact Dean, and hopefully a not too much trouble Demon, to exorcise, from Sam, who was hopefully still in relatively good condition himself.
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Dean POV.
"Oh, Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean, Deano, Deanntchi, Deanetrix, Dean." the thing calling itself my brother sing songed, coming towards me, with what I noted with only a vague sense of fear, was a bottle of alchohol, and a set of matches, knelt down, and straddled my hips, and grinned down at me, malicious glee, making his dark emerald eyes sparkle, "Look at you, so broken, and pathetic, so, so… USELESS!" he snarled, and backhanded me hard across, the mostly broken half of my face.
"You couldn't save your father, you couldn't save your mother, you couldn't save Sammy boy here, you can't even save yourself… its pathetic really, really it is, what good are you, when you get right down to it?" he laughed, and then without any further talk, he poured a generous portion of the alcohol, over my stomach, lit a match, and dropped onto my stomach.
And even through so much use, even though I had been severely dehydrated by the salt forced down my throat, and by my vomiting. I still managed to scream, out my agony, to the world.
Sam laughed, as the flames, made my flesh bubble, and blister, and boil, laughed as the sickly stench of human meat, joined the other stenches of the place.
He laughed so hard in fact, that he didn't hear Jo, come up behind him, before she rammed the butt of her shotgun into the back of his head.
And with a sickening crack, he fell over, unconscious, and possibly dead… and right at that moment, I really didn't care.
I saw Jo dig out, a flask from her jacket, and without any hesitation, she poured the entire flasks contents over my stomach, and when that didn't work, she threw the flask aside, and got down on her knees, on top of me, pulled her gray jacket off, and used it to smother the remaining flames.
I looked up at Jo, as she leaned back, breathing heavily… and thought I had never seen anyone, look more beautiful in my entire life, and wondered idly if she were some sort of gaurdian angel, or something… and then I passed out, from pain, exhaustion, blood loss, shock, trauma, and a whole lot of other things.
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Dig down, yoru heart in its soil, dig it down next to me. feed the flames so the serpents uncoil, then let the arclight FREE!