Me: I do not own Supernatural
Author's note: While fanfiction was broken I had a chance to write the 7th chapter as well. Sorry that the last chapter was so long. I'm trying not to make them too short too. It's hard to know where to stop. Anyways...here's chapter 7!
Reunited
The demon laughed. He was enjoying this way too much. He just couldn't get enough!
Dean struggled under the demon's grasp to try and get to his father. He didn't care if he looked like a daddy's boy in front of Meg and the demon. He wasn't going to let his father and Sam die. Granted, Sam wasn't dead yet but, he still didn't want to loose his father.
"What's wrong Deaney? Afraid daddy-dearest is going to die on you?" taunted Meg. "Don't worry. If he's the soldier he claims to be, he'll survive."
That didn't sound very promising. He struggled more but the demon held on just as tight. Dean didn't even know why he was struggling. His hands were still tied up with a very strong rope that was cutting into his wrists. He could feel the blood running down his hands. He didn't care. He needed to save his father. He needed to save Sammy too, but he could only work on saving one person at a time, as selfish as that sounded.
"Stop struggling or I'll cut one of his fingers off." threatened the demon. Dean slowed down on the struggling for a bit because he had no doubt in his mind that he would follow through on his threat.
"We want to discuss something with the two of you. It's about Sam and Dean." stated the demon, putting emphasis on the word and. "You see, Sam isn't the only one with special abilities. Dean could be a great asset to us. Sam has psychic abilities, yes. But Dean has something we can't quite put our fingers on. We're intrigued."
John and Dean both went stiff at the words of the demon. Dean sure as hell didn't want to become an evil lacke. And he didn't have any special abilites or whatever. This demon was on crack.
John didn't want to let them take his sons from him. He was trying to think of something to say but it was unbelievably hard through the unbearable pain in his head and neck. He had never been hit so many times in the head before. He was amazed he wasn't unconscious yet.
"We want to see how Dean ticks. We already know a bit about Sam but we didn't even know about Dean's abilities until Meg figured it out. It's quite amazing really. So, what do yo-"
"No." John managed to choke out. He had been strangled by some sort of rope and wasn't able to breath very well.
"What?" asked the demon. He didn't think anybody had the audasity to deny him.
"I.Said.No." John gasped.
Dean smiled sadly. He knew his father was trying to be tough. He also knew that there was no way John was going to be able to fight off the demon. Especially the way he was right now. He was sitting in a lake of his own blood for god's sake.
"I certainly don't think you have the authority to deny me of what I want." stated the demon.
"Who are you? God?" Dean asked sarcastically, trying to help his father out a bit.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that!" demanded the demon.
"Or what? You'll smight me?" snorted Dean. " All hail the almighty smighter. He who knows all."
John smirked at his sons words. Dean sure knew how to lighten the mood. Not for long though. He got thrown at the wall for what he'd said. John clenched as he heard the crack of bones from where he was sitting.
"I'll teach you to talk to me like that!" the demon cried as he flung Dean over to the other wall, opposite to the one he had originally been flung.
"Stop!" John cried. He couldn't take to see his son getting beaten up like this before his eyes.
The demon looked at him, an evil smile slowly spreading accross his face, his yellow eyes glowing.
"Why? You don't like to see your star son getting beaten up?" mocked the demon.
"There...he goes again. The boss. What are you going to...do to me now? Condemn me to the... friggin' fiery depths of hell?" Dean said, attempting to sit up. It was a little difficult for two reasons. One, his hands were tied up and two, he had just been thrown at two walls and he was pretty sure he had broken his shoulder.
The demon quickly turned to face Dean.
"What? You haven't had enough? Stupid boy! When are you going to learn?" asked the demon, flinging Dean against yet another wall, this time pinning him to it.
He walked up to Dean.
"Had enough?" hissed the demon.
"What's your fascination with walls? Alot of the demons and spirits I've hunted are much more...creative than the Almighty Smighter!!" Dean cried.
"That's it!" cried the demon.
He stepped closer to Dean and extended his claws.
"I could just kill you right now but...then I wouldn't be able to solve the mystery to you. I can however, kill your father." laughed the demon, staring into Dean's now fear filled eyes.
Before the demon walked over to John he forcefully dragged his claws into Dean's shoulder. Dean grimaced at the pain but tried not to show it. Then when he was done with Dean, he slowly walked over to John. He leaned down to reach eye level with John.
"Don't worry. I promise to make this as slow and painful as possible." laughed the demon, his gaze never leaving John's.
"Don't...touch...our father..." whispered a voice.
Dean quickly turned his head, realising it was a bad move because of his previously broken or dislocated shoulder.
His eyes widenened when he saw the tall figure leaning against the door way.
"Sammy!"
Author's note: OH MY GOD! Lol. I bet your interested now. Huh? Probably not. There was the 7th chapter. I hope you liked it! Please review and I'll try to have the 8th chapter done in the next two days or so, depending on my homework level :P.
Sincerely,
Intex
