Disclaimer: I own nothing, Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and large television corporations such as the CW. Any and all of the following is completely fictional and fan-made.
Author's Note: So, it's been a while… longer than I would've liked actually. But, you know how life is – school, assignments, going away, blah blah. Anyways though, I will admit I've kind of sat this one on the back burner but I am back and fully intend to get on with it.
Last we left off, we saw dearest Sammy talking to Valac about using his powers to once again in attempts to kill Alastair. Only trouble is, Sam needs demon blood to do this. Just how will Valac take this? Well let's find out!
One last thing, please note that there is a bit of dark!Sam touched briefly in this chapter as well as some violence, which may prove to be or not be uncomfortable to some. Without anything further please enjoy!
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Chapter Ten
"Come again?" Valac frowned heavily, actually taking a hesitant step away from Sam.
"I know it's weird for me to be asking this," Sam muttered.
"Uh yeah," Valac agreed awkwardly.
"Believe me, I feel disgusting even saying anything," Sam clarified, "But I think it's something that has to be done."
Valac sighed, rubbing a hand over his forehead wearily. "Look, I don't know what went on between you and that Ruby chick, okay?" the demon said, his voice firm and clear, "But I am not her, and I'm not gonna be your little bitch."
Sam felt slightly taken aback. "Valac, I wasn't—,"
"I'll get you some drones to exorcise," Valac interrupted him swiftly, "But get your blood elsewhere."
"Where am I gonna go?" Sam snorted somewhat.
"That's not my problem," Valac retorted rather bitterly.
The demon turned as if to head back to the motel room when Sam gripped his arm firmly pulling him back. "Please Valac," Sam urged, "I have to do this."
"And what makes you so sure it'll work, huh?" Valac spat, his voice enraged, "How do you know dear old Lucifer won't just resurrect Alastair again? How do you know Alastair won't kick your ass instead?"
"Keep your voice down," Sam hissed.
Valac jerked away from the hunter, outstretching his arms and looking up towards the ceiling. "What for?" he shouted, if only just to piss Sam off further, "It's not like anyone can hear me! It's not like anyone even knows who I am!"
"Is that so, Valac?" a voice echoed from just down the hall.
Valac instantly dropped his arms, drawing his guns from their holsters and aiming them forward at the shadowy figure slowly creeping amidst the shaded corridor. The pistols were flung from Valac's hands with apparent telekinesis, in which the demon swiftly drew a dagger from its place nestled behind his back. He concealed it in the palm of his hand, his stance aggressive as if ready to charge at any given moment.
Sam squinted his eyes, seemingly recognizing the black suit which crept towards their position. "Crowley?" the young Winchester muttered.
"The one and only," the British voice snickered, a prideful grin upon the demon's face.
"You know him?" Valac asked, casting a glance over his shoulder. Sam nodded swiftly, in which Valac slid his dagger back into said original confinements.
"And you must be Valac," Crowley smiled, patting the younger demon lightly on the shoulder, "Don't believe we've met. The name's Crowley."
"I realize," Valac mumbled, eyeing his brethren suspiciously.
"What are you doing here?" Sam urged, taking a few steps closer to where the two demons stood.
Crowley leaned against the wall casually, letting out a sigh as though relaxed in the comfort of his own home. "Heard you're in need of, how should I say, certain necessities?" he mused.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sam denied swiftly, exchanging a quick and knowing glance with Valac who stood beside him.
"Of course you do," Crowley retorted rather cheerfully, "You and the youngling here were only discussing it just moments ago. Tell me Sam, where you gonna get the juice?"
"That's none of your business," Sam snapped feeling rather uncomfortable in the direction in which this conversation was heading.
"Oh touchy, touchy," Crowley put his hands up defensively, "But uh, just thought you should know I'm a jack of all trades."
Valac cocked his head in questioning. He asked, "You know where we can find some demons to bleed?"
"Well, when you put it that way sounds like I'm running some kind of trafficking slander. But yes, there's some fresh merchandise just showed up yesterday if I remember correctly," Crowley cleared his throat.
"Do you know where?" Sam inquired.
"Ah easy now, you know I don't just give goodies away without expecting something in return," the demon chimed.
Sam frowned somewhat, exchanging a quick and almost fearful glance with Valac. "What d'you want?"
"Get Dean back in action," Crowley declared, "We can't have him giving up when the world's getting ready to burn. You two have a job to do. Well, after this one that is."
Sam snorted, "That's it?"
"Oh believe me, I don't think you'll find it easy," Crowley retorted.
"So where are these goonies?" Valac crossed his arms tightly over his chest, shifting his weight.
"Last I saw, they were down in the local pub having a drink," Crowley replied simply, "Don't worry, they know you're in town and chances are they've come looking for you. Just walk about and trouble's sure to find you."
With that, the demon turned as if to make his way back down the corridor. "Wait," Sam urged, gripping Crowley lightly by the forearm, "Why you doing all this?"
"Cause you still have Lucifer to kill," Crowley said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the universe, "Or have you just forgotten that the devil's roaming the earth."
"Touché," Sam shrugged, letting the demon go.
With that, both Valac and Sam watched Crowley disappear once more into the shadows exchanging a quick look. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Valac arched an eyebrow.
"Sleep," Sam declared with a fatigued sigh. Valac nodded in agreement, the two of them turning back to the motel room in which to get some rest before another fitful day began.
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The following morning had been…. uneventful, to say the very least. Dean had awoken earlier than anyone else to much surprise, starting in drinking right away. By the time ten o'clock rolled around, the hunter was well over drunk and was now entirely intoxicated. Of course Castiel really didn't seem to be helping matters, just sitting there like a statue as Sam wrestled with his brother to retrieve the liquor bottle from Dean's hands. Lillian, in the meantime, was loading up ammunition with the help of Valac. That's not to say that the two were getting along, by no means, but they were working in a peaceful silence.
"Cas," Sam huffed in exasperation, "Why don't you do something?"
"I am doing something," Castiel retorted.
"And that would be?" Sam shrugged, his face falling instantly.
"I'm," Castiel replied hesitantly, tilting his head awkwardly to the side, "Observing."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Come with me." Not even bothering to wait for Castiel's response, the young hunter grasped the angel firmly by the trench coat and led him out of the main room into a more private corner. "Cas, this isn't funny," he murmured, his voice dead serious, "You need to do something with Dean. Make him get up."
"Sam, you know I cannot," Castiel shook his head.
"And why not?" Sam urged, about ready to strangle the angel who stood before him.
"Because," Cas said as though it were clear as day, "He's Dean Winchester. You know as well as I do there's nothing he won't do if he doesn't want to."
Sam's expression softened, realizing that Castiel did indeed have a very good point behind his words. Dean was stubborn as anything, twas his way or the highway. The hunter released Castiel's trench coat from his hands, taking a step just slightly backwards. "You're right," Sam sighed, "I'm sorry for snapping at you Cas. I'm just tired is all." Sam ran his hands over his face and up through his hair, breathing deeply.
"It's alright Sam. Perhaps you require some fresh air?" Castiel reassured him.
"Maybe," Sam stroked his chin thoughtfully, a plot quickly formulating in his mind. If he and Valac left now, they could find the demons lurking around town and, well…. practice. "I think I'll take a walk," he then declared, "Valac, you wanna come?"
Valac didn't even bother to look up from his work, his gaze intently focused on a sniper round he held in his fingertips. "No, not really," he shrugged.
"Are you sure? Maybe we could pick up some more ammo," Sam coughed rather obnoxiously.
Valac's eyes lit up instantly – he'd almost forgotten about their little visit from Crowley the night before. "Oh, ammunition. Right," he replied awkwardly, slowly arising from the table.
"Be sure to get some more salt while you're out," Lillian called as the two made for the doorway.
"Will do," Sam nodded before closing the door behind him. He waited until they'd reached the elevator and were safely inside before speaking to Valac again. "So where do you think these demons are anyway?" he asked.
"Beats me," Valac scratched the back of his head, "Crowley did say that they'd be sure to find us. Guess that means they're looking."
"Yeah, maybe," Sam agreed.
Valac cleared his throat, "Just one question: what are you planning to do with these bitches once you've caught'em? You know you just can't bleed someone in public right, demon or no demon?"
"No duh," Sam scoffed, beginning to feel a little uncomfortable about the task that lay ahead of them, "Guess we'll find a warehouse or something. Lure them there maybe."
"Not a bad plan," Valac nodded, stepping out of the elevator at the dinging cue.
Sam followed the demon from the elevator to the lobby, and then out the front entrance. From there, they made a left heading for the central shopping district of the town. There was sure to be a lot of people there, and so the chance of them running into these other demons was higher than a more remote location. The only trouble was, there probably weren't so many warehouses in that general area.
As they continued to make their way down the sidewalk, little did they know a dark pair of eyes watched them. From the sanctuary of a nearby alleyway located beside the motel, a devilish grin spread over this stalker's lips as they slowly crept out from the confined space. Whipping out a small cellular device from their pocket, they flipped open the lid and murmured quietly, "Got'em. They're headed your way."
Sam let out a soft sigh as they got into the more congested of areas. Sure, he considered himself to be a people person, but all the noise – it was a bit tiresome, especially after this morning. The young hunter rolled his eyes as Valac checked out two rather sleazy looking women who passed them by. Valac grinned deviously, stopping Sam rather abruptly to point in a store window. On display, there was a lacy green colored dress. It reminded Sam of something you'd see in a cheesy horror movie where dolls come to life. "Aw come on Sam, you've always known green was your color," the demon teased.
"I think I'll pass," Sam chuckled, digging his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he continued to stride through town.
"Speaking of passing," Valac cleared his throat, lowering his voice, "Check out who just passed us across the street."
Sam sighed lightly, "Look Valac, I'm really not interested—,"
Valac ignored Sam's objection, turning the hunter's head to face a woman who was striding down the opposite side of the sidewalk. "It's Lauren," he declared simply.
"Where the Hell's she going?" Sam exclaimed in awe.
"Your guess is really as good as mine," Valac huffed, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.
"Hello boys," a voice suddenly rang out from behind them, distracting them from tracing Lauren's steps. Both Valac and Sam turned to face a man bearing the traditional demonic eyes. He looked as though he were in his mid-forties, balding, and twirling a pair of sunglasses in one hand. "We've been looking for you."
"Who's we?" Sam inquired.
"Oh, just me and my groupies," the demon smiled sarcastically as two possessed ladies joined him in standing before the pair.
Sam and Valac exchanged a nervous look, this certainly hadn't been what they were expecting. Quickly bolting across the street Valac followed Sam's lead, ignoring the oncoming traffic which was liable to hit him at any time. The group of demons, of course, chased after them, no one particularly caring about the suspicious looks that were being thrown at them from right and left. Sam made a sharp turn down an alley, Valac on his heels as they continued this chase. They had to find somewhere out of the way in which to trap the demons, otherwise their whole plot would be entirely useless. Noticing a rusty door on his right, Sam decided to bash it open with his foot which led him into the upper storage floor of what appeared to be some kind of a vintage antique shop. Both he and Valac took cover behind an old metal bed that looked like something out of a psychiatric ward – again Sam's mind drifted to a horror movie, no surprise there….
Valac gasped for breath, peering over the bed's side in which to gather a better glance at the doorway where they'd just entered. The trio of demons stepped cautiously inside, overlooking the scattered objects littering the room. Sam and Valac exchanged a glance, Sam silently signaling with his hands that they should split up. Staying crouched down, Valac quickly took refuge behind a large armor dresser. Sam, meanwhile, kept to the shadows as he snaked along the wall to a corner where some old dresses hung from the lip of a chandelier. The tiny glass beads decorating this ornate lamp jiggled somewhat as Sam did his best to steady the fabric of the musty clothes in which to conceal himself.
At this point, the hunter and Valac were nearly at opposite ends of the room still able to see each other clearly though. The male demon who'd they met earlier came closer to Sam's location, in which the hunter double-checked with his partner in crime before reaching out in which to grab the demon. Sam cupped a hand over his mouth to keep him shushed as he slammed the butt of his handgun against his neck in which to knock him out. The demon fell to the ground, Sam dragging him backwards before situating him in the corner behind the dresses.
Valac had also moved from his current position, slowly trailing behind one of the lady demons. This, strangely enough, reminded him of the arcade game PacMan being like the little yellow creature hunting the ghosts – and trying not to be hunted all at the same time. Having the woman just within his grasp, she unexpectedly turned quickly clasping her fingers tightly around his throat. Losing his grip on his weapon, Valac accidentally dropped his own gun to the floor with a loud thud. The woman demon snickered as she watched him kick and flail his legs in desperation for breath. And suddenly, her eyes lit up with a deep golden color a hand snaking its way around the front of her face as Sam appeared just behind her. He bore Ruby's knife in hand, digging the blade deep into the demon's spine, twisting and curving before finally yanking it from her flesh.
"Thanks," Valac coughed, massaging his neck in small circular motions. Sam nodded in reply, letting out a heaving sigh as he eyed the woman's corpse who lay on the floor just below them. Valac's eyes widened, the demon taking an aggressive step forward as he hollered, "Duck!"
Sam did as he was told, crouching down quickly as Valac bolted forward and slammed the other woman demon into the nearby wall. He somehow managed to grab hold of Ruby's knife and had it pinned just below her carotid artery. Sam watched in fascination for the briefest of moments as the blade bobbed up and down with her racing pulse. "Wait," the hunter urged, Valac throwing him a look from over his shoulder, "I need her."
Valac stepped partially away from the demon as Sam came forth, keeping the blade pressed firmly in place in which to secure her. She scoffed, eyeing the hunter from head to toe, "Oh I've heard that before. Believe me son, there's nothing you can't do that this bitch hasn't experienced before."
Sam kept his eyes directed towards the floor, an almost sadistic grin spreading over his lips. "Believe me, I think there is," he muttered, his voice dark and masked with some kind of furious hatred.
The demon woman shuddered in fear as Sam closed the space between them, digging his teeth into the soft skin covering the nape of her neck. She screamed out as the sharp pain of his teeth punctured each nerve of his skin, rich blood flowing freely from the wound. She tried to push him away, but to no avail, this body simply wasn't strong enough. Sam grasped her mouth firmly with his hand to keep her quiet, pressing her even harder against the wall than before. All she could do was fist the fabric of his shirt as she felt the life being drained from her, ounce by bloody ounce.
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Dean lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling which somehow seemed to swirl and blend before his very eyes. The way he figured it, it could be one of three things:
1. Something deep inside had finally cracked and he really, truly, was going insane.
2. Some kind of wriggling creature was possessing what appeared to be a simple beige ceiling.
3. Or, more probable, the hunter had consumed way more alcohol than was good for him.
Dean decided to go with the second approach – it just made things more fun. Letting out a soft laugh, he lifted his hands in which to rub over his eyes wearily. "What's so funny?" Lillian asked from the far side of the room. She was still busy cleaning away at the guns spread out across the table.
"The ceiling," Dean slurred, "It's all swirly."
Lillian narrowed her vision in which to gaze upon the rather boring display of taupe above her. "Uh no it's not," she retorted with a lighthearted chuckle.
"Well how would you know?" Dean scoffed, coming off more obnoxious than he had originally intended.
"Trust me hun, it'll all be clear when you sober up," Lillian reassured him, returning the scope to the top of a hunting rifle.
"Shh," Dean hissed suddenly, shooting upward from the bed, "Do you hear that?"
"What? I don't hear anything," Lillian retorted, tilting her head in which to try and absorb whatever bizarre noise it was Dean heard…. or thought he heard.
"Listen," Dean interrupted her swiftly, his face almost completely serious now.
Lillian listened on for a moment longer before letting out a long drawn sigh. "Dean, I'm telling you I don't hear—," before she even had a chance to finish her sentence, Lillian was thrown from her chair against the wall before crashing onto the floor below.
Almost as if on cue, Lauren kicked the door open strutting forward. "Spoke too soon," she smiled deviously, glancing at Lillian's unconscious body almost in pride, "Hello Dean." Suddenly Castiel appeared from the other room, his blade and only weapon in his hand as he was ready to plunge it through the young woman before him. Pressing a hand firmly to his sternum, Lauren muttered, "Take a seat." With that, the angel went tumbling backwards onto the floor, his blade rolling out of his hand and landing in the doorway of the motel room.
A dark pair of dress shoes quickly proclaimed dominance over Castiel's weapon, such feet belonging to none other than Alastair. He snickered sickly at the angel, picking the blade up slowly in which to examine it. "So this is what they give you to defend yourself?" he questioned, his tone thick with sarcasm, "A toothpick?"
Castiel's upper lip quivered with purest of demise he felt towards the almighty demon. Gritting his teeth together as he spoke, the angel retorted, "It can work miracles. You should allow me to show you."
Alastair's grin faltered, looking discontent as he carelessly tossed the blade aside. "I don't think so, angel," he sneered, now turning his attention to the hunter who still lay trembling atop the bed, "Hello there, Dean."
"Ah, go to Hell," Dean grumbled, cowering towards the furthest edge of the mattress that he possibly could before actually falling off.
Alastair chuckled to himself, taking a few steps forward and simply relishing in the way Dean was so like a small child – always taking to hiding from his fears rather than face them. "Careful what you wish for Dean," Alastair scolded in mockery, "I might just drag you there with me."
"You wouldn't dare," Castiel spoke suddenly from his place still on the floor across the room. Lauren turned and glared at the angel, inflicting pain upon him simply with her stare.
Alastair shrugged, "Perhaps not. That doesn't mean I don't have something quite spectacular in store for Deano though." The way the demon spoke, as though Dean weren't even in the room with them, well it sort of offended Dean to be quite honest.
Speaking up with a sudden burst of anger, Dean nearly growled, "Fine, then what are you waiting for huh? Why waste your time on Cas here?"
"Patience is a virtue Dean," Alastair replied swiftly, "Besides, something just as equally wonderful awaits your precious angel."
Dean's eyes burned with even further fury, looking as though he were about to attack Alastair right there and then, when suddenly a fist came trudging in his direction. The hunter wasn't even able to react before Lauren's blow knocked him back flat onto the mattress and the world was black.
Alastair, meanwhile, leisurely strode over towards Castiel stopping to simply tower over the angel. "So," he muttered quietly, "Let's get this show on the road, shall we?"
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After Sam had drunken enough demon blood which he was sure would be sufficient enough to exorcise the remaining demon, he let out a deep sigh feeling the new and invigorating poison course through his veins. Valac, meanwhile, had turned to collect the remaining demon blood from the woman's body. He said it could be useful just in case Sam needed more.
The hunter secured the last binding of rope around the male demon's wrist, stepping back to admire his handy work. The demon was perfectly secured within a devil's trap as well as tied tightly to the thin wooden chair. Valac glanced up at Sam from his position on the floor, looking just past him onto the wall behind. There was a fairly large poster of The Beatles Abbey Road album cover plastered across the otherwise dull and faded wallpaper. Valac pondered for a moment how John Lennon, the holy man dressed gracefully in white, might react to the sins being committed in this very room.
"Give peace a chance?" the demon shrugged, nodding his head in the direction of the poster.
Sam turned to look upon picture, glancing back at Valac over his shoulder glaring daggers at him. "Let's just get this over with," he muttered sternly.
Valac sighed at his failed attempt to lighten the situation, arising from his spot on the floor to stand beside Sam. Unnervingly silent, Sam stepped forth in which to smack the male demon and awake him from his current slumber. "Hey, douche bag!" Valac called, catching the demon's attention. His eyes were glazed, not completely focused as though he were in some distant land. His mouth hung open slightly, in which a small trail of spit clung dangerously to the inside of his lip threatening to spill over the edge at any moment.
It took not but a second for the demon to snap out of it, blinking vigorously before finally settling his gaze upon Sam. "Sam," he muttered, an almost content grin spreading over his lips before directing his eyes towards Valac, "And Valac, I gotta say, I didn't think you'd be the one to tail along with – hunters." The way the demon pronounced the word, with distain and hatred thick to his tone, it was all Sam could do to stop himself from hauling off and bashing said demon's face in.
"Well, guess I'm just full of surprises then aren't I?" Valac challenged, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.
"Perhaps," the demon cleared his throat, hocking a loogie to the side, "But I never thought you'd go so far as to betray your own race."
This comment made Valac falter, even for the briefest of moments. He regained his composure quickly though, taking a threatening step towards his bound brethren. "When it comes to Alastair, well, let's just say I'm willing to bend the rules a bit," Valac muttered bitterly.
The demon frowned, puckering his lips in false sympathy. "What, did baby get a little razor nick?" he taunted, laughing as Valac gritted his teeth together in agitation.
"I'll give you a razor nick," Valac nearly growled under his breath, only taking a step back as Sam had placed a firm hand upon his shoulder.
"Tell me," Sam suddenly cleared his throat as he came closer to the tied demon before him, "How does it feel to be Alastair's bitch?"
The demon lunged forward, looking as though he would rip Sam to pieces had he not been tied. "I ain't no body's bitch. You got that, freak show boy?" the demon spat.
"Oh, you're about to be someone's bitch all right," Sam smiled sickly, raising a hand in the demon's general direction, pressing his fingertips roughly against the air as though it were glass keeping him from something he so desired, "Mine."
The demons eyes widened as the inky black overtook them, his mouth dropping open as painful chokes and gags emulated from him. Coughing and spewing, a trail of black smoke began to trail from his lips. Sam, who had his eyes closed, furrowed his brow somewhat as he felt the demon holding back in attempts to be saved from the scorching heat of the pit. "W- wait," the demon hacked, "Wait!"
Sam actually gave into the demon's pathetic request, lowering his hand if only for a moment. The hunter smiled sickly, crouching down close to the demon's face, this time confident that he would get exactly what he was looking for. "What's Alastair want with my brother?" Sam ordered, his tone grim.
"I don't know," the demon panted, shaking his head, "He didn't say."
"I don't believe you," Sam retorted, constricting his hand fiercely. Valac, who stood behind him, shifted uncomfortably as he saw the smoke of his fellow demon once again threatening to leave its human inhabitance.
"I don't!" the demon urged, spatting desperately.
Sam loosened his grip somewhat, still keeping his hand clenched just so that it would make the demonic smoke utterly uncomfortable deep inside the possessed body. "Then what's he want with you?" Sam continued his interrogation.
At this the demon laughed, outright laughed, despite the current circumstances. "See, that's the kicker," the demon snickered, "I'm just a distraction."
"A distraction for what?" Sam asked, trying his best to keep his tone calm despite the panic that was beginning to build in the pit of his stomach.
"From whatever Alastair's planning to do with your brother," the demon almost whispered, simply adding to the suspense which was growing deep within Sam, "As a matter of fact, he should be with him as we speak."
At this, Sam's heart stopped cold. How could he be so stupid? How could he go, leaving Dean unprotected? Sure he had Cas and Lillian, but Lillian was only human and Cas was nowhere as strong as he used to be. Hearing the demon's sadistic laughter, Sam didn't even bother fully exorcising the son of a bitch. Instead, he grasped the handle of Ruby's knife firmly within his hand before plunging it into the demon's neck. The chuckling stopped abruptly as his eyes lit up, and then they were darkened forever.
"Uh, mind telling me just what was the point of that?" Valac snapped, surprised that Sam had acted so rashly.
"Dean," Sam muttered mindlessly, already making for the door, "We gotta get to Dean."
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Author's Note: So like I said, I know this took a while to get out and I'm really really sorry about that. I am definitely going to make more of an effort to get a move on with this though so that is something to look forward to. I'm having much fun twisting this plot around and so I hope you'll enjoy it to ^_^
Thanks for reading and I'll be sure to update soon!