Summary: Now that Dean's life hangs in the balance, Sam and Blaire try to find ways to get their brother out of his deal, as well as coping with the thought of losing their brother to Hell. Blaire tries to deal with new abilities, and while help comes from an unwanted source, the Winchesters know they need all the help they can get to save Dean's soul. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Blaire Winchester. I don't own any script used in these chapters either.
A/N: I know that this chapter is longer. I'm going to aim for the 2000-2500 word mark. I don't want it dragging on forever. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks for the support so far! Happy reading!
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The Paths We Tread: Going Under
Chapter Four
Back at the house, Tamara was trying to argue with the siblings and Bobby about going back for her husband.
There was no way that she could go back and get him just because of that bar, and God only knew what those demons were doing to that body. It taken little time for Tamara make the transition from screaming and crying to being angry and out for revenge. The Winchesters and Bobby all knew what grief could do to people.
The demon they'd captured was standing under a devil's trap that had been painted quite masterfully on the ceiling. He was looking rather arrogant Blaire found as she stood there watching him, and he gave her a wink and licked his lips like a cocky high school jock.
"Hi, gorgeous." He said, rolling his tongue over his teeth.
Blaire just ignored him, turning away to look towards the doorway where Tamara was marching forward, being followed by Sam who was protesting against her idea to go back for Isaac.
"Now, just hold on a second..." Sam began as the woman cut him off.
"I left my husband bloody on the floor!" She yelled, looking to Blaire with desperate eyes.
"Look, Tamara..." She said softly, taking her arm and pulling her closer, "We can't go back because we can't deal with this problem if we're dead."
She pointed at the demon when she said 'this problem' and all the creature in the trap could do was purr at he. She glared at him and arched an eyebrow before turning back to Tamara.
"I know your want to husband back. I know you don't want to leave him there, but you have to. Okay?"
"I'll go with her." Dean said, ignoring the purely pissed off look he got from his sister.
"That's suicide, Dean!" Sam yelled.
"So, what? I'm dead already." Dean replied, closing his eyes as he heard the astonished gasp from his sister.
"Oh, Dean..." She said, "You are something else..."
"How you gonna kill them?" Sam asked, "You can't shoot them. You can't stab 'em. They're not gonna wait 'til they get exorcised."
"Why don't I go?" Blaire asked, watching the shock on her brothers' and Bobby's faces, "Yeah...Send in the one-touch-wonder."
"One-touch-wonder?! Look, I don't care!" Tamara cried as she began to get upset again.
"We don't even know how many there are." Sam told her, only to be interrupted by Bobby.
Tamara gave Blaire a strange look as she moved closer to the Devil's trap, watching the interaction between the demon and the middle Winchester. As Bobby was about to tell the group how many demons they were dealing with, Tamara stopped him, turning his attention to Blaire.
"The one-touch-wonder..." The demon breathed, letting out a laugh, "So the rumours are true..."
"Rumours?" Blaire asked him, eyes growing dark.
"Blaire Winchester...The only hunter known to be able to perform an exorcism by the simple touch of her hand." The demon giggled, "Oh, baby, you are beautiful."
"Blaire, come away." Bobby said softly, noticing the way her posture changed as she glared into the demon's eyes, "Blaire."
The middle Winchester turned away and closed her eyes, running her fingers over them as they moved towards the rest of the group. She took a deep breath and saw the way Tamara was looking at her. Tamara had never heard of someone completely human having the ability to perform exorcisms with the touch of their hand. It seemed impossible.
"Yeah, I don't enjoy being able to do that." She said, "I've only done it consciously the one time at the Devil's gate. Sorry, Bobby. What were you saying?"
"There's seven." Bobby told them all, "Do you have any idea who we're up against?"
The fact that Bobby sounded more scared than the group had ever heard him shook Dean, Sam and Blaire to their cores. The atmosphere changed in an instant. Blaire's brain went into gear instantly. Seven demons. Seven. The number seven made her think of one thing and one thing only but she didn't realise they had a form. Bobby could tell that she knew what he was talking about and that proved that she had more sense than the rest of that group put together.
"Seven..." She breathed, "The seven deadly sins?! Please, tell me you're joking..."
Dean scoffed at her answer but when Bobby gave him a glare, he realised that his sister was telling the truth. Everyone in that room, apart from the asshole in the devil's trap, wanted Bobby to be joking.
"I wish I was." Bobby replied, "They're live and in the flesh."
"This is Binsfield's Classification of Demons." Bobby said, slamming the open book into Dean's chest before he could crack a joke, "In 1589, Binsfield ID'd the seven sins. Not just as human vices, but actual devils."
"The family..." Sam breathed, "They were touched by Sloth...And the shopper?"
"That's Envy's doing." Blaire huffed, "Like I said. No woman attacks another woman so violently over a pair of shoes. I take it that's our man over there?"
"I couldn't figure it out until Isaac." Bobby said, watching Tamara's reaction, "He was touched with an awful gluttony."
The woman was ready to have a meltdown, so no-one was shocked when she began to yell at them. She obviously loved her husband more than anything, and it showed the others just how close they were and the strong bond they had.
"I don't give a rat's arse if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops!" She yelled, "I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them."
"We already did it your way." Bobby said, getting in her face to make her understand, "You went in there half-cocked and look what happened. These demons haven't been top side in half a millennium. We're talking medieval, Dark Ages. We never faced anything close to this."
Blaire was surprised at the anger in Bobby's voice. That side of him wasn't one that Blaire liked to see, but Tamara was so blinded by getting revenge for the murder of her husband that she wasn't seeing sense.
"So we are gonna take a breath..." Bobby said, before yelling so loudly Blaire jumped and grabbed Dean's arm in shock, "And figure out what our next move is!"
Tamara looked at Bobby like she was going to punch him, and it was clear that the poor woman had no idea what to do with herself or about the situation. Bobby spoke to her again, his eyes never leaving hers, much more gently this time after he'd calmed himself.
"I am sorry for your loss." He told her, moving towards the demon who was laughing in the corner.
He'd watched the whole exchange feeling very pleased with himself and was clearly greatly amused by it all. But he met eyes with Tamara, winking at her which cause Blaire to gently take her arm so she wouldn't lunge at the bastard and give him what he wanted.
"So, you know who I am, huh?" He asked, laughing at the group quietly.
"Yeah, and we're not impressed." Bobby told him with a pure look of disgust on his face.
"Now, why are you here?" Sam asked, "What are you after."
When Envy didn't grace the group with an answer, and Dean stepped forward, book in hand, walking past Sam and over to the other side of the demon.
"He asked you a question." The older Winchester said, closing the book and staring down at the creature in the trap, "What do you want?"
When Envy looked around the group and laughed, Blaire didn't think twice before throwing holy water on him, glaring at him with disgust as the others did. Envy grunted and groaned in pain, huffing out a laugh as he regained his composure.
"We already have what we want." He said, "We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. 'I am legion. For we are many.' Me, I'm just celebrating...Having a little fun."
"Fun?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." Envy replied, "Fun. See, some people crochet...Others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides on their outside."
Tamara stepped forward as the others watched her warily. She was a woman scorned. She'd been filled with a sudden hatred because the most precious thing to her had been stolen from her right before her eyes.
"I'm gonna put you down like a dog." She told him, face hard and angry.
"Please..." Envy said, laughing again, "You really think you're better than me? Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a...A walking billboard for glutton and lust. And Tamara...All that wrath?"
He began to tut, and Blaire wondered what he'd label each and every person with. No matter what their sins, they were all above the Pit scum sat in front of them because they did good things to make up for their mistakes.
"It's the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place isn't it?" Envy said, "It's so much easier to drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago."
Tamara began to punch Envy in the face and Bobby and Dean had a hard time pulling her off of him. Envy cracked his jaw and laughed once again.
"And you call us sins." He said, "We're not sins. We're natural human instinct. And you can repress us and deny us all you want. But the truth is, you're just animals. Horny...Greedy...Hungry, violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals too."
He looked around him and then back to the group, all apart from Sam focussing on him. Sam was watching his sister. The twitch of her jaw and her eyebrow made him wonder what she was going to do.
"The others? They're coming for me." Envy said cockily.
"Maybe. But they're not gonna find you." Dean said, getting almost eye-to-eye with Envy, 'Cause you'll be in hell. One-touch-wonder, he's all yours."
Envy's smirk left his face, and little did he know that Dean had realised how wound up his sister had been through the whole exchange. Blaire's power previously had been fed by rage and by anger, and he knew by her silence that she was ready to explode with fury. Sam watched in horror as Blaire's eyes turned black, and as she walked slowly towards Envy, Bobby looked at Dean with shock and disbelief.
"Dean, what are you playin' at?" He asked in a hushed voice, "You're not meant to be encouraging this."
"She's been dying to tear into that clown's ass since we got him in the trap in the first place." Dean told the older hunter, "That power, as freaky as it is, is damn useful."
"We don't even know what it is." Bobby told him, "We stop this, and we stop it now."
He went to approach Blaire but Sam stopped him, shaking his head at the older man. Blaire smirked at Envy, unable to suppress the rage filled scream that she unleashed when she grabbed his throat and then pressed her hand to his head. Envy was slowly leaving the vessel, fighting with Blaire to stay put. Blaire's war cry turned into the whines and cries of a wounded animal, and as the room shook with Envy's leaving, Sam caught his exhausted sister as she collapsed onto the floor.
"Jesus..." He breathed as she rolled over weakly, blood all over her face, "Blaire?"
"I'm fine..." She whispered tiredly, "Am I bleeding?"
"Yeah..." Sam breathed, watching as bloody tears slipped down her face, "Can you see?"
She nodded, allowing Sam to sit her up as Dean moved around to clean up her face. It was his fault that she'd been put in that kind of danger. It was his fault that she was bleeding all over the place.
"God, my head is killing..." She mumbled, resting herself against Dean who gently cleaned her up.
"I'm sorry...I didn't realise the pain it would cause you." He murmured, "We're gonna stick to the old methods from now on, okay? We don't use that power."
"I can't control it..." Blaire said weakly, "If I get angry enough it happens...I can't stop it..."
"I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them." Bobby said as they moved out of the room, "I think maybe this joker's right. They're hunting us. And they ain't gonna quit easy."
Blaire stood leaning against a sideboard, holding herself up as she dabbed her face and took a drink of whiskey, trying to stop the overwhelming feeling of nausea from making her sick.
"Why don't you guys take Tamara, and run for the hills." Dean said softly, "I'll stay back, hold 'em off and buy some time."
"Dean, that's insane." Blaire said, sniffling and taking another drink of whiskey, "Just forget about it, okay?"
"Blaire's right." Bobby said as the middle Winchester approached them.
"There's six of them, guys." Dean snapped, "We're outmanned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn."
"Not with the one-touch-wonder." Blaire laughed weakly, coughing and spitting a little blood on the floor, "Sorry...Bit my cheek through the exorcism."
"Maybe we'll be dead by dawn. But there's no place to run where they won't find us." Sam said calmly, "Look...If we're going down, we're going down together. Alright?"
"Let's not make it easy for them." Dean said, agreeing with the others.
Tamara walked through the door, taking in the look on Blaire's face. Tamara had read an exorcism passage to ensure that Blaire had gotten rid of Envy properly. She'd told Blaire that she'd check on the guy afterwards. But Tamara couldn't stop the less than sympathetic tone she used when she revealed the news.
"The guy didn't make it."
Blaire looked destroyed at that revelation. Every person she couldn't save was another failure in her eyes. So she just nodded, and walked over to the window at the back of the room, taking deep breaths before turning back to the brothers, Bobby and Tamara.
"What are you waiting for?" She asked, "We've gotta get ready."
As the Winchester sat preparing holy water, cleaning guns and cleaning knives, they all looked at one another sadly.
Blaire took the time to hug both of her brothers, and she kissed them both and told them she loved them, successfully hiding the tears she'd been waiting to shed. As they embraced, the radio on the table above where Sam had been knelt whirred into life playing none other than J.B Burnett's I Shall Not Be Moved. Dean cocked his gun as Blaire slid her knives away. They moved to their positions, hearing nothing but the sound of the radio and seeing nothing outside but the breeze gently drifting through the grass, until a scream pierced the night air.
It was a scream that was all too familiar to Tamara. It was Isaac.
-TBC-
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