Disclaimer: Really do wish I own them, but nothing has come of all the wishes. Still nothing mine except this plot.
A/N: Soory for the wait on this chapter. Again, a huge thanks to darksupernatural who gave me great ideas for the coming chapters. You're a genius.
Take the House out of Hell House
Chapter 10 - Seek and Destroy
"Dean, you really are beginning to slack. Sam wasn't much of a challenge once I broke him a little, but you, Dean. I'm disappointed."
Dean sneered at the demon possessing his little brother's body. "Shut your mouth, you son of a bitch."
"Oh Dean. Watch your language."
For one reason or another, Dean couldn't think of anything to say. He only stood perfectly still, evaluating the situation in amidst pouring as much anger into his glare directed at demon Sam.
"Hmmm. You know Dean. When I was told to come here and deal wiht you boys, you know what my thought was?"
Silence.
Sam cocked his head to the side. "I said that you guys weren't worth it. Just a couple more hunters." Sam smiled. "I was wrong, Dean. Coming here was completely worth it. You two pathetic kiddies here are fun to torture. All the angst and drama is pathetic."
Dean's glare intensified 10fold.
"You know what Sam was screaming as I slowly bled him?"
A audible growl came from deep inside Dean' throat, literally reverberating off the cave walls.
Demon Sam made no note of it as he answered his own question. "He screamed, "Dean, Dean, save me! Oh, save me. Dean!" Ha ha ha!" It was a perfect impression of a hurt Sam. The demon smiled, watching Dean shift angrily, weighing his options.
Dean was nervous. Of course he was nervous. His brother was in front of him, looking like he was ready to murder him, and worst of all possessed by a demon. But Dean finally concluded that above all else he needed to save his brother. Whether Sam begged or not, Dean was not going to let this demon keep him. Dean steadying his feet, preparing to take a lunge.
Sam, then, raised a new, shiny knife to his throat. "You move, Dean, and Sam's blood will no longer be in his body. You will have killed your brother. This is what's going to happen Dean. I am going to leave this cave. If you try to follow, Sam dies. If you try in any way to help your brother, Sam dies. If you move a single muscle, this knife will be protruding out of your brother's neck. Got it?"
Dean's hunter's instincts told him not to obey. He needed to move his brother, to get that knife away from Sam. But Dean's brother instincts told him not to. Regrettably, Dean slowly nodded his head and elected to moving over so Sam, still holding the knife, could pass by unharmed.
Demon Sam walked. Dean restrained himself as he watched his beaten brother move away. Soon he was gone, and Mordechai disappeared. Dean growled again as Ed began to stir. He was too angry to care. He had let his brother get stabbed, beaten, and possessed. Bang up job of protecting him he was doing!
Dean raged from the cave, figuring a few minutes was long enough for the demon to get away. He was about to kick the fallen laptop when he remembered his Achilles heel. That was going to make things worse. Harry walked out nervously, Ed following sluggishly behind. He had a bump on his head, pretty big and bleeding quite a bit. Dean's mind, from years of training, registered a probable concussion, but his whole body filled with fury once more as he kept limping into the forest.
Neither Harry nor Ed knew where he was going, and they were in no mood to follow him. Sitting down just outside the cave, they waited. A few hours later, around midnight, Dean returned, weary from his rage and exertion of energy. Without even glancing at the HellHound boys, Dean grabbed a spare blanket brought by Ed and curled up against a nearby tree. As a precaution and a little bit of fear, Ed and Harry grabbed their own sleeping bags and got as close to the older Winchester as they dared. Soon they were all asleep.
When Harry first woke up the next morning, he looked over and found Ed to still be sleeping and Dean's blanket empty. But upon a glance around, Harry found Dean on the large rock with medical supplies surrounding him, phone to his ear. Ed woke up just then. He too then looked at Dean. Looking into his eyes, they could tell Dean's anger had diminished enough to has some semblance of normality.
"Harry, get some breakfast." Ed got up and walked softly over to Dean, hoping to not to enflame him again.
Dean only gave him a look before going back to his phone call. "I have no idea how many stitches I have now. It's hard to see when you can't twist your leg around."
"--"
"I know."
"--"
"I can't get it, Bobby."
"-- -- -- -- --"
Ed figured maybe he could help, but when he offered, Dean shot even him down.
"-- -- --"
More muttering on the other end of the cellphone signal, and Dean sighed. He only gave a nod to Ed as he passed the needle and thread to him. "Hold on, Bobby."
The little needle intimidated Ed. He had no idea what to do with it. He wasn't in the mood to be at the bad end of this hunter's anger, either. But Dean's liking for this HellHound allowed him to help him through the stitching.
Dean knew Ed was a newbie. He was patient as Ed frequently missed and got the skin or dug too deep. After a few more painful minutes, Ed had finished. Dean gave him a small thanks to Ed rather shyly. He then said good-bye to Bobby. He bandaged the stitched wound himself before joining Harry at the fire.
It was a quiet morning. Dean wouldn't talk. All he could do was stare around the forest, hoping to see Sammy come limping out of the trees, telling him it was all a joke. Half an hour passed, but no Sam.
Camp was packed and they were on their way. Of course Dean wanted to find Sam, but he had no idea where to start. It was 8AM when Dean had an idea. He stopped, pulled out the laptop and his cellphone. He logged onto a website and dialed a number. "Morning, I was wondering if you could help me. See, my son snuck out last night..." Dean retold the same story he used every time he needed to track Sam's cell. "Thanks. Yep, you too."
The laptop beeped and Dean smiled. He scrolled into the map and found with precision where his brother was. The other side of the woods.
... ... ...
Hours later, Harry and Ed were struggling to keep up to Dean who seemed to have limitless energy. The forest was silent. Nothing moved. The sun had started to set in the far distance. Dean glances once up at the sky and noticed menacing clouds forming to the west. He wrapped his jacket tighter before picking up his pace again. Ed and Harry were practically running. They were breathless and their throats were parched. No one talked, nothing made a sound. Dean knew the signs. They were getting close.
Another 10 minutes yielded results. Unfortunately Dean wasn't please. Mordechai had shown up once more. The young hunter was also breathing hard as he faced his foe. This time, Mordechai held no modern tool but an ancient sword. It was shiny silver, it's hilt was red, and it's blade was evidently sharp. Mordechai stood facing them, his shoulders slightly hunched. Dean couldn't help the little growl that escaped his throat. But minutes passed and nothing. Mordechai made no move on his, so Dean was forced to advance first.
Strangely enough, Mordechai did nothing. When Dean had gotten within four feet of the monster, Mordechai pointed in the direction directly behind him. Seconds later, Dean heard a heart-wrenching scream reverberating though the various trees surrounding him. All of a sudden, the little fear Dean did have for Mordechai vanish, and he took off running. Stopping sudden only a few metres later, Dean witness Angie apply a new whip mark to Sam's unclothed back. His baby brother, obviously patched up from the first onslaught, grunted grievously.
"Sam! Stop it, you bitch!" Dean whipped out his 9mm and pointed it at demon girl.
"You know, Dean, you aren't very smart. I still have your brother within my reach." Angela stepped closer to Sam who was sprawled on the ground once more in a half conscious state.
From the look of things, it seemed like the demon was repairing Sam's body ever so slightly after every beating just to have him broken again. In a small way, Dean was thankful. His brother had lost a lot of blood. All ready, Dean could see Sam's face as pale as a ghost. More blood was splattered around. Dean took at the look at the situation. Angie was too close to his brother for comfort, and he couldn't think of a single way to get around her... Unless Mordechai decided to use his new found goodness and help him, but Dean wasn't holding him to that. "Just leave him alone. Just leave us alone."
Angie shook her head. Dean regretfully lowered his shaky aim. Demon Angie smiled. "Maybe you are smart." Threateningly, Angie began to stalk forward. But stopped abruptly and turned back to Sam. "This will be way more fun!" The demon roared from the girl's mouth and quickly entered Sam. With unnatural speed, Sam's body, now under the control of a demon, stood up. "Hey brother! Let's fight."
To Be Continued...
A/N: A little bit of Angst, eh? I haven't written it yet, but as far as I can tell, next chapter will be pretty interesting. Stay tuned! And please leave me a review. They make my day!