Seven For a Secret Never To Be Told
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Chapter 10
Using a little bit more strength than he would have liked to drag the worthless piece of flesh up towards the front door, he was happy with his acting abilities. He laughed silently. Humans were so gullible, just toss a bit of tail, a bit of flattery and they were all the same. A sponge; A greedy, horny, gullible sponge. Their weaknesses were many, their intelligence was faulted, and their belief in the better wanted to make him gag. No-one was different, no one was good. Its all an act. There was a reason why Sigmund Freud wasn't well liked. Sure, he talked about sex a lot, but wasn't everyone thinking it? Wasn't everyone just putting up the front of elegance, when all we really want is...well... enough musing. It was time to take their plan into action.
"Tamara!" he yelled, voice raw and breaking, "I got away, but I'm hurt bad! I need help!"
Bobby looked at his friend with hard sympathy as her eyes watered and her face contorted into some weird mix of anger and sadness, she wringed her hands around the San Paulo stake.
"It's not him. It's one of those demons. It's possessing his corpse." Bobby said firmly, Tamera looked at him with watery eyes, and it was then that 'Isaac' pounded on the front door. Tamera gave a small jump.
"Baby! Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore... At that lake in Michigan. Remember? We swore we would never leave each other!'"
Tamera looked back at Bobby with pleading eyes, "How did he know that?" she sobbed.
"Steady, Tamara."
"You just gonna leave me out here? You just gonna let me die? I guess that's what you do, dear! Like that night those things came to our house... came for our daughter! You just let her die, too."
Against her will, flashback ran across her eyes like a bad movie; the window was open, blood was everywhere- "You son of a bitch!" she wrenched herself out of Bobby's grip, and headed for the door.
"Tamera, no!" but she didn't hear him as she pushed open the door with unbelievable furry, breaking the salt line and tackled her former husband down the steps. She sits on top of him, tear tracks staining her face, and raises the Palo Santo. "You're not Isaac!" she says ready to plunge, but the demon was faster and black smoke swirled out of his mouth and through the air before she could make another move.
"you idiot!" was said somewhere in the background noise that she heard as she was left to watch six other demons run past her and into the house.
Bobby watched as a large overweight meat suit with a beard and beady little eyes looked at his with impish delight. Wrath stalked over confidently a smile tugging up on his lips. Bobby backed up; a face of fear plastered on and he inwardly smiles as the demon walked up against an invisible wall, his face startled and confused. Bobby let a grin slip, and watched as the demon looked up. A devils trap was painted nicely above him on the ceiling; Wrath turned to Bobby with pleading eyes.
"Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son."
-SPN-
Joan and Sam stood side by side in one of the larger rooms, both with their guns and holy water at the ready, when out of the corner of her eye Joan spotted movement outside, she looked over to see Blaire struggling to peel Tamera's body off of her dead husband.
"God Damn it." She muttered and with a quick pat on Sam's shoulder headed for the door. Turning down a corridor (and being passed by another three demons on another hallway behind her), Joan basically slammed into a newly possessed body of the newly escaped sin: Greed (who recently vacated Isaac's body). He was tall black man, cornrows scalped his head. His chin was large and pronounced, with high cheekbones, and large black eyes were smiling with heated mirth. His muscles would scare Arnold. Joan put her hands up in a false surrender.
Fuuuuuck. Joan thought. She missed the right hook by inches and managed to get low enough for two quick kidney punches, however she wasn't expecting the roundhouse kick that took all breathing abilities away from her. Joan's skull hit the plaster wall with a resonating Smack! Her vision was split and blurred for a moment, which was enough for her. Greed charged at her-his shoulder sinking into the spot where Joan had been only moments before. Taking her opportunity on the ground she swept; she swung her leg around quickly and hard against the back of the demon's knees, tripping him. Then, as he lay there blinking she sat atop of him and took the rosary off her wrist and slung it over his neck. Instantly he froze. She moved her jaw back and forth opened and closed her mouth a couple of times and then deciding everything was good she patted the side of his face. "Don't go anywhere." She smirked, stepping off of him, knowing he'd be paralyzed for the next three hours. Chuckling, Joan headed down the stairs where she heard Bobby in the next room and caught the beginning of an exorcism.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus
Spiritus, omnis satanica..."
Joan noticed the large amount of noise coming from outside and picked up her pace stepping out in to the cool night air. The screaming outside was heated and fierce, profanities were shouted every other word and Tamera's fists kept flying. Along with the fists and Palo Santo, Tamera kept Blaire ways away from both her and Isaac.
"Tamera, listen-" Blaire begged
"Get the fuck away from me! All of this is your fault-" she screeched, Joan walked passed a pleading Blaire who gave her a meek look, then grabbed Tamera's first hand then the other. They stood there struggling like two children before Joan stepped in, closed the distance between them and smashed her head against Tamera who went limp not even three seconds later. Joan swung the unconscious hunter (a little pain pricking in her head as she did so), over her shoulder and as she passed Blaire, Joan gave her a haughty look.
"That's how we do it in the Bronx, bitch." Neither noticed the unnamed blonde speedily run up the front steps.
-SPN-
Dean slowly backed up, nearly tripping over a stunned demon as the pretty waitress from the bar sashayed over in his direction. Her figure was astonishing, long blonde hair hung just under breasts, the ends curling up to caress them, her waist was tiny, a little too tiny in Dean's opinion but none the less attractive. She was closer then he remembered a second ago, and he willed his feet to keep moving back. However his other head was having a completely different thought. Dean glanced in the mirror that hung on the bathroom wall briefly, but turned his face away. A cold, long, slender finger brought his attention back to wonderfully dark brown eyes.
"I suppose you're Lust." Dean said with a quick, small smile.
Lust's eyes combed over his body and Dean could feel himself heat up. She rested on one leg; the finger that used to caress his face was now twirling a strand of golden blonde hair. Lust held her right hand lower lip between her teeth, her head arching back as if enjoying a sensual moment and replied in a sultry voice: "Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be."
Dean gulped. "Just stay back."
Lust quirked and dubious eyebrow, something Dean noticed that Blaire did a lot. He was really starting to like that. "Or what?" she asked.
Dean made to respond but his penis refrained him from doing a good job. "Good point."
"I'm not gonna hurt you - not yet. Not unless you want me to." Lust trailed a manicured nail down the side of his face and her hand rested on his shoulder. He didn't want to. For god sakes he didn't but all he could feel was her body against his, every spot he touched was like fire, it hurt, but the pleasure after was intoxicating. Dean leaned down and captured her lips, hungry and ragged.
-SPN-
Sam flinched as the Devil's trap above his head was shattered. He silently cursed the suited demon as he continued with his boast.
"The root of all sin; And you... are Sam Winchester." Sam looked at him sharply. Pride's somewhat too tooth like smile changed into a row of pointed teeth in his mind as Pride grinned from ear to ear. "That's right. I've heard of you. We've all heard of you. The prodigy! The boy king! Looking at you now, I got to tell you," Pride gave him a fast once over. "Don't believe the hype. You think I'm gonna bow to a cut-rate, piss-poor human like you? I have my pride, after all. And now with your yellow-eyed friend dead, I guess I don't really have to do a damn thing, now do I? You're fair game now, boy, and it's open season."
-SPN-
The back of Dean's knees hit the edge of the tub, the shower curtain rattling lightly behind it. The sound seems to snap his out of the trance, because he smirked and in one move flipped their positions, his hand on the back of her head. He whipped the shower curtain open and plunged her head face down into the holy water filled bathtub. The floor vibrated with her screams of agony. He pulled her head back up as Lust gasped for breath she did something totally unexpected. Her hand flew to Dean's crotch. Dean frroze. In that moment of weakness, Lust grabbed his arm, pulled it back over his head and with a twist Dean's body lurched forward. Lust grabbed the other hand he might've used against her and twisted it as well, holding it in place. Roles reversed she pushed him over the tub's edge and with her knee on the back of his neck and forced his face beneath the water's surface.
"You ruined my hair." She stated simply, and smiled as the hunter beneath her struggled for breath. His lungs began to burn, his throat strained for the air that wasn't going to be given and his eyes felt they were going to pop out of his head. The breath he was holding finally released Dean could see a little better. The bottom of the porcelain tub was very ... white. Crap. He couldn't die now! There were so many things he wanted to do with his life and-. There was a muffled Bang! And everything was a blur for a moment. Dean coughed and hacked like an old lady as his eyes adjusted to the pattern of the wood on the floor. He looked at the tub that had blasted into pieces; half of it leaning on the floor, and behind where the other half used to be was a series of large holes. He heard the sound of a reloading shotgun and looked in the doorway to see Blaire holding a twelve gauge, the muzzle now pointing at Lust.
"Back off, Barbie." Blaire said, Lust smirked and walked towards her. Not even on her second step across the floor and Blaire fired again. Lust looked down at the newly formed bullet holes and laughed; Blaire threw the gun down and pulled out a knife with attached brass knuckles. Blaire wasn't very good when it came to weapons and ever slash was blocked or countered, she went to jab and her arm was twisted, but instead of fighting Blaire rolled her body under her arm getting limbs back to normal positioning and grabbed onto Lust's arm, pulling her forward and bringing her foot up and kicked her in the gut hard. Lust staggered back. During this time Dean had been searching the room for the lost rosary and he picked it up from the floor and turned to Blaire. Lust dove for her.
"Blaire!" he called and whipped the rosary across the room. Blaire spun, kicking Lust across her pretty little face and snagged the rosary from the air with the blade before coming down and plunging the knife into Lust's shoulder. Shit. Off the mark. But she wrapped the rosary around Lust's neck despite that. With a look of shock still plastered on her face Lust falls back, paralyzed. Dean walked up beside Blaire and looked down at Lust. He smiled and looked at Blaire who was wiping the blood off her blade with the hem of her shirt. Intense blue eyes looked at him.
"Keep your head in the game." She looked at the now tight spot in Dean's jeans. She quirked an eyebrow at him. Something which didn't help the situation. "not that one." She pointed at it with the knife and Dean instinctively turned his pelvis away.
"Hey, keep your toys away from the goods." Dean said defensively.
Blaire rolled her eyes, but Dean could spot the smile she was trying to hide. "You're an idiot." And with a flip of the knife she headed to another part of the house. Dean looked after her and stood there for a moment cooling himself off before realising he should probably bring the body back downstairs to Bobby.
-SPN-
Pride kicked Sam to the ground, and Sam tried to sweep but one of the other demons (Sloth) grabbed his foot and with one flick threw Sam against the wall on the opposite side of the room. The large kah-THUNK! Sound, made Joan turn her attention to the ceiling. She turned to Bobby and nodded in his general direction before heading up the grand staircase. Not that he noticed, Bobby was still exorcising Wrath, in order to keep the human alive. Gluttony pulled Sam up by his collar and punched him hard across the face and then threw Sam-The-Raggedy-Anne-Doll towards Pride, who was still grinning like a mad man. Pride pulled Sam up with an arm wrapped around his throat and began to strangle him. Sam gripped at his sleeve in a feeble attempt to loosen the hold, and tried to twist out but to no avail. Just before the dots began to dance in front of his eyes Sam noticed a slender blonde standing in the doorway. She wore a burgundy leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and a black top. Strapped to her leg was a knife. Gluttony whirled around and her eyes flashed dangerously in their coal form, her hands formed as if she had claws.
"You!" they clashed mid step, hands and attacks flying. Sam spotted Sloth come up from behind; he tried to say something but the breath was squeezed out of the windpipe. Sam hacked, and the Woman turned and began to fight two demons at once. The Woman gritted her teeth and pulled the knife out of its sheath and slashed Sloth across the throat. A fiery light appears, with sparks pouring out of the wound before he dropped to the floor. Dead.
Joan decided to jump in and roundhouse kicked Gluttony who had attacked the Woman while her back was turned. In a series of movements, Joan had hogtied the demon with an abnormally long rope made of wild rose stems. She turned towards Sam in time to see that Pride had dropped him and punched the woman twice. The Woman staggered back and swiped the blade across, missing his throat by inches, and she tried again, bringing the blade up through the air, but fate was unkind to her once more as he caught her arm and twisted it, the knife dropping to the floor. They continued to fight and Joan ran over and picked up the blade and as the Woman and Pride faught. Joan walked up swiftly from behind and went to stab him in the back, but he turned, sensing her movement, the blade skewing his right arm. He jumped back and attempted to pull the blade, but it sizzled and sputtered under his touch, and he looked at the Woman with an odd Twinkle in his eyes.
"You'll get yours-"
"Shut up." Joan raised her fist but before she got a chance to knock his lights out Pride violently poured out of the man's mouth and burst through the closest window and spiralled into the night.
There was a moment of silence.
"You forgot to salt the window." Sam said softly wiping the blood from his face, everyone was staring at the broken where Envy escaped.
"...my bad." Joan replied. They watched as the Woman walked over to the body and heartlessly ripped the blade form the man, who gave a weak groan in protest, Joan walked over placed her palm over the gaping wound, glaring at the girl. Stupid chit. Joan thought. Taking the blade out kills the dude.
"Who the hell are you?" she heard Sam ask.
"I'm the girl that just saved your ass."
"Well, we just saved yours, too." Sam retorted.
The Woman chuckled. "See you around, Sam." And without waiting for his reply she all but bounded for the door, Sam limped behind her.
"Wait!" He got to the hall, putting all his weight on the doorframe. He looked out into the hall but she was nowhere to be seen. He turned around and headed back into the room.
"Is he going to be okay?" Sam asked watching as Joan wrapped up the man's shoulder. For some reason anger licked her inside as his tone seemed somewhat disappointed.
"He'll be fine." She said in a clipped tone, sliding 'pride's' arm over her shoulders. The man groaned, blinking he looked at Joan and Sam.
"What's going on?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Not too, too, much. Oh, except you got possessed by Pride, the root of all sin and one of the first devils we've seen in about ten thousand years that recently got out of the gate to hell." The man blinked and passed out once more. Joan smiled at Sam and clapped the man on the shoulder. "Well I thought that went rather well."
TAH DAH!
i do realize it's rather short, but a scene's a scene.
I hope you enjoyed it. I apologize for my fight scenes sometimes they can be rather confusing but I hope you liked it none the less! : )
Cheers!
Capt. Blue-Eyed Jane