Something Different About The Darkness.

Summary. . . . . . Traipsing through the woods on a hunt with few clues, the guys become separated when a freak accident occurs. Alone and hurt Sam seeks shelter in a cave, but is he the only occupant? And just who, or what is watching Dean from the shadows? Hurt Sam, angsty Dean.

Disclaimer. . . . . . They still don't belong to me, I'm just playing with Kripkie's boys.

A.N. . . . . Short chapter I'm afraid, but I hope the content makes up for the shortness.

Dean had stalked his prey for over three hours before he finally caught his first glimpse of his target, a brief flash of what he thought was blond hair between the trees. Buoyed by the sight, yet still cautious, he moved steadily, quietly forward creeping closer to his prey keeping his footsteps light and soundless, not even a twig breaking beneath his feet. He breathed calmly through his mouth, unwilling to let even the slightest noise give away his position. As he moved he gradually began to decrease the distance that separated them. He had closed the gap to within twenty meters when the demon suddenly stopped, forcing Dean to quickly duck down and out of sight.

From where he was crouched he could still see the legs of the human it had possessed, bushes and branches hiding everything else, bar the top of it's head, from sight. He watched as it lifted it's head and seemed to sniff the air around it, and couldn't help but wonder what it was doing. As it turned around, Dean instinctively ducked down even further, even though he knew he couldn't be seen; but the demon seemed focused on something else and Dean could only pray that something else wasn't Sam.

As he crouched there waiting for it's next move, Dean suddenly began to feel the change in the air around him, a coldness unlike anything he had ever felt before began to seep the heat away from his body rapidly, as the static charge of electricity began to raise every hair on his body. He tried desperately, as the chill deepened, to prevent his teeth from chattering and his body from shaking, still not wanting to give advantage to the demon that was still so close. But when he managed to looked up he needn't have worried. From his new position he could see more of the demons back and shoulders and could tell, from the tense way they were being held, that something was scaring it. Before he could give it more thought they whole valley was deafened by a huge boom of noise, and Dean could only watch aghast as the trees in the distance began to sway and shake furiously.

As the tremors began to inch closer Dean instinctively grasped onto an exposed root and held on tight. He squinted through half closed eyes at a blur of dark clothes and blond hair that flew with force past him as the sonic wave finally struck the demon, crashing it's body back through the trees they had walked through moments earlier. Even though his muscles protested Dean held on, only letting go when the trees finally stopped shaking. Gingerly getting to his feet he stumbles his way back through the trees hoping that the demon had been hurt, or even better killed by the blast. When he arrived at the scene where it had obviously landed all that was there to let him know it had even been there was a broken shattered tree stump.

"She took off in quite the hurry." A gruff, familiar voice spoke up from the foliage. Having been tracking Dean trail he had finally caught up to him when all hell had broken loose. "What the hell just happened? And what have you two gotten yourselves into this time?"

"Shit Bobby! Scare the living crap out of me, why dontcha. What the hell are you even doing here?" Dean asked before catching onto something the older hunter had said. "What do you mean she?"

"You missed your check in call, so I came looking for ya both. And I mean she, as in the demon took a female form. Where's Sam?"

Still trying to get his head around what had just happened, Dean didn't register at first what Bobby had said, with realization though came fear and worry.

"Shit Sammy! Bobby we have to get back to Sam. I think that there were two demons, and I think that blast came from where Sam was trapped."

Taking off at a run, Dean headed back down the valley towards where the blast had come from, no doubt in his mind that it would lead straight back to Sam. When he finally stumbled into the small clearing that led to the caves opening, he stood back in shook. Gone was the blockage of rubble and rocks, leaving just a huge plume of dust settling in it's wake.

As the coldness grew it seemed to surround him like a mist, enveloping him, smothering all the feelings he had been feeling in it's folds, crackling with static energy as it instead pumped him full of new feelings; feelings of anger, of revenge, of uncontrollable rage. Blackness began to encroach around the edges of his vision, yet he still remained conscious. Ice seemed to race through his veins and crust his heart, yet he still lived. Power grew and throbbed within him struggling to get out, desperate to be released, to be used, to allowed to kill.

Barbas stopped walking away as he finally noticed the change. Grinning widely he started to turn back wanting to savor the moment, wanting to gloat, wanting to watch as Azazel's prize puppet was finally crushed into tiny pieces; but he found he couldn't move, found himself rooted to the spot. This couldn't be happening, who was doing this? He looked around as best he could, watching for any signs of rivals approaching, yet he saw nothing, heard nothing; or did he? He strained his senses willing them to pick up on any presence there with him and alert him. There it was again, someone breathing steadily, calmly. Someone behind him. He tried again to turn his neck enough to see who it was, but like the rest of his body he found it rigid and locked into place. Reaching down into his very depths he focused all his power on his own body, willing it, urging it to respond, to turn and face the threat that was behind him. He struggled but eventually he was able to turn enough to see, his eyes widening at the sight that befell him.

"Noooooooo! This can't be real! This can't be right! This can't be happening! You were defeated, broken, beaten!"

"Appearances can be deceptive Barbas, you should know that. You should have killed me when you had the chance."

Barbas shrank beneath the gaze that bore into him, penetrating to his very core. He hadn't expected this, hadn't expected to be caught in a trance like state, unable to move, at the mercy of a six foot four hulking frame. A six foot four hulking frame that now towered above him, seemingly growing in size by the second as anger and rage fueled it. A six foot four hulking frame that had jet black eyes blazing from it, burning through the human clothes Barbas had covered his meat suit with and blistering the skin beneath. A six foot four hulking frame that belonged to a seriously pissed off Sam Winchester.

"I defeated you!" Barbas roared again. "I finally got my revenge on Azazel by breaking you. You should be begging at my feet now."

"You may have defeated Sam Winchester, Barbas. But in doing so you created me! Someone you couldn't have even dreamed up in your own worst nightmare, and I'm hungry for a little revenge of my own. I'm going to make you pay now for what you have done. Not for what you have done to Sam, or for what you have shown him, he's much better off knowing the truth; but because I want to and because I can, what with the powers you chose to unleash within me."

As Sam's eyes turned from black to blazing red, he threw his head back and bellowed.

"Ego narro lacuna captus ex valde phasmatis, unsura suum vox quod vires. Ego expello vestri animus tergum ut terra perussi per incendia quod nex."

As he spoke Sam summoned up a wind within the cave, it's force gaining in strength the closer he came to the end of the ritual, swirling like a tornado around the two men until on the last word Sam sent all it's power and fury Barbas' way, the wind picking the demon up and slamming him into the collapsed cave entrance with such force and intensity the rocks shattered and blew apart, leaving just a huge plume of dust in it's wake.

A.N. . . . . As always thanks for reading, catch you soon, Peanut x

Sorry I forgot to add the English for the Latin, thanks have to go to supernaturalfem for reminding me. Anyway here goes. "I speak the words taken from the great spirits, using their powers and strength I banish your soul back to the lands consumed by fire and death."