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The italics in this chapter a kind of flash back of what happened and why the demons are after the Winchesters.
Chapter 6
Dean came round and stared at the room he had been moved to, wondering how the hell he had been so stupid. Anyone that pretty is sure to be bad news…and her eyes…they were far too perfect. And nothing is perfect, not on Earth or any other place, heaven included.
He cautiously stood, rubbing his tender neck and cursing that damn demon bitch to hell, or wherever the hell she came from, with his mind. If only he had Sam's freaky mind-control, moving cupboard thing…then he'd be able to blast himself out of this hell hole.
Shit…balls…son of a bitch…crap…
Dean swore to himself, trying hard to remain calm but feeling the fear rising up inside him, and the bile which he expelled all over the floor. He felt sick, terror sinking through him as he realised what was going to happen.
That bitch was going to come in here and torture him again, and there was nothing he could do about it. Unless he could get out of there, but as soon as he had realised he wasn't tied to anything, there were no chains or ropes this time, and no damned chairs – he knew there was little chance of that.
On the one hand he had been initially relieved, but on the other, he now knew that if he had been allowed to walk around the room, there was no way that he would be able to get out. The room was going to be totally sealed, Dean didn't have to look around to work that out, but he would try anyway.
Dean felt tears dripping down his face as he began to tap the walls, groaning in agony as his newly healing fingers ached and spiked with pain in the process. By the time he had felt every wall and had looked at every crack, crevice and corner Dean was in agony, but he didn't care.
He was fully focussed on getting out of this mess and back at Sammy's side where he belonged.
SAMMY!
Dean allowed himself to slide to the floor against the wall when he realised the full extent of his situation. He had been separated from Sam at the library and for all he knew his brother could have been captured too. His innocent baby brother could currently be tied to a chair being tortured…or worse, he could already be dead.
Dean curled in on himself and cradled his hands as he tried to think things over, working out different strategies and tactics that he could pull when the demon came to finish him off, which no doubt would be soon, but as soon as the door opened all of that went to hell and Dean watched his plans disintegrate in front of him.
The demon was carrying a knife, the same 10 inch knife as before, the knife she had used to gouge out Dean's right eye. And now she was back to take another piece of him. Dean just hoped it would be quick.
After all the shit he had been through, he thought he at least deserved a swift ending. Maybe a quick slit to the throat like in the movies, but hell, when was he ever that lucky.
"Hey Dean, nice to see that you're up, how are you feeling? Better? Actually wait, don't answer that." Dean looked up and snarled at the demon, clambering to his feet as quickly as he could and puffing out his chest a bit so he looked bigger than he felt.
"How cute, you really think you can intimidate me, well I must say, it's not working. You do on the other hand, look good enough to eat."
Bite me!
"You are so cute when you scowl. Although, I would prefer it if you took those stupid sunglasses off. Only jerks wear sunglasses inside and besides, they hide your pretty, deep green eye. Oh, that and that I'd like to have a little look at my handiwork, I always have been a hard worker and I take pride in looking back at what I have done."
Do your worst, bitch.
With a flick of her hand Dean's sunglasses sprung from his face and landed with a shatter of glass onto the concrete floor.
Dean flinched in fear.
"Look, I can see that you're afraid, Dean, and I understand, really, I do. I promise, if you co-operate then we can sort this out once and for all…it can all be over quickly, just tell me where the sword is."
Dean scowled angrily at the demon, advancing forward and glaring at her.
"Oh Dean, I would not do that if I were you."
Yeah, well, you're not me, you son of a bitch. You are so gonna pay for this!
Dean lunged, punching the demon in front of him with all of his might, whimpering in agony as pain coursed through his entire arm. The demon stumbled back a few paces, but the moment of victory was short lived as with a flick of her wrist, the demon had Dean pressed up against the wall, completely unable to move. He couldn't even blink his eye, twitch a finger or open his mouth to breathe.
Dean was on the brink of hyperventilating, but he forced himself to remain calm, drawing in long, deep breaths through his nose. The last thing he needed to do was loose his cool.
The demon stepped towards him and raised her blade, catching the collar of his shirt and ripping downwards so that it fell off, revealing his pounding chest.
"So pretty, it is such a pity that I have to do this, but if you won't co-operate then I have no choice." The demon lashed out and cut deep into Dean's chest, causing him to cry out a little, a low rasping sound the only noise he could make.
Get the fuck off of me!
"I thought I'd told you to shut up. You clearly didn't learn your lesson." Dean bit his lip as the blade cut deep into his flesh, the demon dragging the blade from an inch below his anti-possession tattoo, across his chest and down to his abdomen, causing a diagonal trail of red to blossom across his torso.
He didn't so much as whimper.
"Dean, tell me where it is. Then you can die, and I will leave your baby brother alone. You know, I really don't want to hurt him, he's cute. And those puppy dog eyes, it would be such a shame to gouge those out."
NO!
Dean desperately tried to scream, to yell at the bitch to leave his brother alone, to ask her whether she already had him captive, but he couldn't move a muscle.
"Don't worry, I haven't hurt him yet, he is nice and curled up in the Sunnyside motel. He thinks you're safe and sound in bed with a hot chick, at least half of that is true, you are with a hot chick. But, I know where he is, I am tracking his movements and trust me, I could snap his pretty little neck with a snap of my fingers. So tell me what I want to know, or I'm going on a little field trip."
The demon inched towards Dean, raising the blade to his left eye.
"Don't think I won't do it Dean. I will cut your other eye out quicker than you can blink, and don't you know it."
When the demon pressed her blade just below Dean's eyebrow and dug the tip in a few millimetres, Dean went pale with terror; his entire body trembled, despite the restraints.
Dean didn't doubt her words for one moment, he knew the demon would cut out his other eye, rendering him completely blind, which is why, for the first time in his life; he fainted from something other than blood loss.
Fear.
The demon exhaled deeply, she always kept her word, but where would the fun be in gouging out Dean's eye if he was unconscious. No, she wanted to hear him scream.
That was one noise that she didn't mind coming out of his mouth.
…SN…The Collapse… SN…The Collapse… SN…
When Dean stirred he found that he was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, his hands shaking violently and his torso still oozing blood.
He barely managed to pull himself into a sitting position before exhaustion caused his head to throb and the room around him to swirl into a grotesque wash of black, grey and red.
Right, think Dean, how the hell are you gonna get your ass out of here?
Dean sat contemplating this, only allowing his mind to wander after three hours of fruitless thinking about escaping.
He couldn't believe that everything had gone so badly, he and Sam had been on a regular round up, well, not exactly regular, hours of research had gone in to it and they had both nearly died in the process of finding it, but they had. They had gained possession of the sword and they had buried it under twelve feet of concrete, and then everything had gone to hell
"Well, all in a day's work hey Sammy, what about we head to the bar and grab a few before we hit the sack, and I aint talking about beers if that's what you're thinking."
"You disgust me Dean." Sam grinned at his older brother. If his mind wasn't on a case, then you could be 99.9% certain that it was on a hot chick…or multiple hot chicks at a time.
"Dude, let's just get some sleep."
"Well aint you a little buzz kill!"
"Whatever jerk, I just have standards."
"Yeah, well so do I! I don't grace any old chick with my presence."
"What about Karli?"
"Ok, that was a low point, but I was off my head!"
"Yeah, no kidding! I mean god De…"
"Don't! Just don't remind me!"
"Remind you about what…the hair or the…"
"Shuddup bitch!"
"In your dreams jerk."
"Well, at least we got it and ditched the damn thing. No one's digging that up. So…I think we deserve to celebrate!"
"Yeah I guess, the last Muramasa sword, I can't quite believe we got it!"
"I know man. That Japanese dude sure knew what he was doing, that sword was awesome."
"Yeah, that's kinda the point of his swords, they were 'great destroyers.'" Sam accentuated this with a bitch face and the most sarcastic tone he could muster, which was pretty damned sarcastic.
"Shuddup geek boy. You're like a walking encyclopaedia of weirdness. I mean damn, I can barely even pronounce the name of the thing!"
"It's not hard, moo-rah-MAH-sah, the one whose swords were imbued with some blood-thirsty spirit."
"Look dude, it makes people murder, turns people against each other, I get that it's a great weapon and can be used against humanity and all that jazz, but I don't need the friggen history lecture. No one realised the legend was true and nabbed it, so we're all good. Just thank your lucky stars that people living the apple-pie lifestyle are too busy mowing their lawns to realise the truth."
That was not the point Sam was getting at. He rolled his eyes; his brother was so pig-headed at times.
"Dean, it's important. Just think of what could happen if that sword got in the wrong side!"
"Look, we got it, no one else is gonna get it and I am hungry and ready for some action now. That's all that matters dude."
"You are such a dumbass."
Sam spun around to hit Dean in the shoulder, not looking where he was going and not noticing the woman with long black hair walking out from behind a tree with a knife in her hand.
"SAMMY, LOOK OUT!"
Dean grabbed hold of his brother and threw him to the floor, not having the time to react before he was hit around the head so hard with the handle of the blade that he crumpled to the ground.
"Dean!"
"M'alright!"
Dean swore as eight other demons
appeared out of thin air.
"Sam, run, there's too many!"
"No, we can get them!"
"No way dude, we can't take all these."
"Yes, we can Dean!"
Sam sprang forward recklessly, and zapped into thin air, right in front of Sam's eyes.
Soon they were fighting, two on nine and all that could be seen were flashes of metal gleaming in the moonlight.
"SAM, BEHIND YOU!" Dean sprinted forward and pushed Sam out of the way of the first knife-wielding demon, the one with black hair, successfully stopping her from impaling his brother like a kebab.
And that, that was why Dean had his head turned away from the red-headed brute of a man behind him who he had just been fighting.
The red-headed demon that lashed out and tore a slash down Dean's back, causing the eldest Winchester to crumple to the floor.
"Agggh! YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
"Dean!" Sam lunged forward, stabbing the two demons closest to him and his brother before slipping to his knees by Dean's side and grabbing hold of his brother.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. This is my fault, I was being reckless, I…" Sam launched an open bottle of holy water at an approaching demon.
"Shuddup." Dean slid further into Sam's arms, grunting a little.
"Hold on, just hold on," Sam murmured softly, cupping his brother's face in his hand as Dean fought to stop his vision from swaying. His head was killing him.
Sam waited for a snort or a snarky comment about Dean being too chick flick, a raised eyebrow, hell, even a punch or a murmur of jerk, but he got nothing.
Nothing until…
"SAMMY, RUN!" Dean's sudden shout startled Sam and he looked around wildly for the source of his brother's fear.
And then he found it, over twenty more demons had appeared.
"RUN!"
"I'M NOT LEAVING YOU."
"YES YOU ARE! RUN!"
"DEAN!"
"THAT'S AN ORDER!"
Dean pulled away from Sam and shoved his little brother away, only giving up on the impossible fight when he saw that his brother was running out of harm's way…
So there we go, now we know what the demons were after… and yeah ,the sword is a real legend, so you can all go and Google it, you learn something new every day huh ;)
Sammy will be in the next chapter, because this one was getting too long!
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