Chapter Nine
Sam's cell phone rang in the parking lot. "Bobby?"
"Yeah, it's me," said Bobby.
"Any leads?" asked Sam hopefully, but not expecting anything.
They had been in non-stop Dean-search mode for two weeks, and…nada, zilch, bubkiss. Castiel was getting nowhere, what with the hex bags and the angel protection sigil. Hunters had heard nothing, and of course, the demons weren't saying a word. Sam always asked for leads, and Bobby always said no.
"Yes, Sam," Bobby replied.
It took a moment for those two words to sink in, but once they did, Sam's heart seemed to stop.
"What?" asked Sam.
"Get to my place," said Bobby. "This demon's talking."
"Be there in two hours," Sam said, jumping into the Impala and tearing off down the highway.
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"What'd he say?" asked Sam as he tore through the front door. "Who took Dean? Where is he?"
"He hasn't said," said Bobby.
"But you said he was talking!" said Sam.
"He mentioned something about knowing where Dean was," said Bobby. "We still have to get the rest of it out of him."
"No problem," said Sam, tearing down the basement stairs to find the demon tied to a chair in a devil's trap. "Where is Dean?"
"I don't know," said the demon.
"Nice try," said Sam. "But you already let slip that you know where he was. And now you're gonna tell me."
"Is that so?" said the demon.
"Yeah, it is," said Sam.
"Or what?" said the demon, with a smirk.
Sam desperately wished for his powers; he could make this demon talk if only he had his powers. Instead, Sam pulled out Ruby's knife, heading towards him.
"Or I kill you," said Sam.
"Please," scoffed the demon. "You're gonna kill me anyway."
Sam shrugged. "True." He crouched in front of the chair, pressing the blade to a very vital area between the demon's legs. "But the question is, how much can I make you scream before I slice your throat?"
The demon smiled. "Go ahead. Give me your best shot."
Sam twisted his wrist, and the demon yelled in pain as Sam stood up.
"That all you got?" the demon gasped "Barely even stings."
"Guess I'll have to try harder, then," said Sam.
Sam turned and grabbed the holy water from Bobby. He forced the demon's mouth open and poured some holy water down his throat. The demon yelled as smoke curled from his mouth.
"Where is he?" yelled Sam.
"I'll never tell you!" the demon yelled.
"Yes, you will," said Sam. He grabbed a tin of salt and coated the knife in water and salt. He stabbed the demon in the leg, grinding it. The demon yelled. "Where is he?"
"I don't know!" the demon yelled.
"Yeah, right," said Sam.
"No, I really don't know!" said the demon. "I know who took him, but I don't know where he is!"
Sam pulled the knife out of his leg, holding it to the demon's eyes. "Tell me everything you know."
"I heard talk that the big man wanted to get Dean out of the way," said the demon.
"Lucifer?" asked Sam. The demon nodded. "He took Dean?"
"No," said the demon. "Why would Lucifer bother himself with your brother? He sent someone else to do it."
"Who?" asked Sam. "I want a name."
"I believe you call her Meg," said the demon.
Sam looked up at Bobby, eyes wide. He looked back down at the demon.
"What did Meg do?" asked Sam.
"She tricked a group of religious fanatics," said the demon. "She told them that Dean was the archangel Michael and that they needed to teach him who he really was because he'd been led astray. She gave them the potion to change Dean and then kidnapped him and took him to them."
"Where?" asked Sam.
"I don't know," said the demon. "I really don't know."
Sam plunged the knife into the demon's chest, killing him. He turned to Bobby.
"Come on," said Sam. "We've got work to do."
Sorry it was so short, but the next chapter is longer. I've been sitting on these next few chapters that they're just buzzing in my head right now.