The buzzing of the fluorescent light up above was the first sound that Sara heard while in her unconsciousness. Nothing particularly exciting happened while she was out cold, not even a nice dream or even a horrifying nightmare. Nothing but blackness and emptiness until the light had interrupted her from her peaceful slumber. Once she heard the noise, her eyes started to flutter repeatedly until she managed to open her eyes fully which were met by the harsh light from up above. Lifting her head up slowly, she could see that she was still in the same storage unit from earlier, her demonic father sitting in a corner of the room on some rickety old chair.
As Alastair saw that she had awakened, he stood up from the chair and walked over to her, pulling a folding knife from his pocket and using it to cut her bindings. Since he had tainted her with his blood, there was no need to test her, make sure that she would obey to his every demand and desire. Every fiber of his being was sure that Sara would now follow him, be his apprentice, and most of all, learn to torture and kill those that stood in his way, starting with the Winchester boys and Sara's best friend, Heather.
"How do you feel?" He asked with a raspy voice, not actually caring about how she felt, but more concerned about how his blood had affected her.
Absorbing her father's question, she thought about it for a moment, reclosing her eyes and clearing her mind to try and understand how her body had changed. Instead of feeling weak, partially near death, her entire body felt strong, like every muscle in her body could break a brick in the wall and crush it to powder with no effort. There was no more sickness within her, no more demon half trying to kill her, and most of all, there was this darkness, darkness that did not go away when she woke up from her unconsciousness. This darkness was something else, something of evil that she had feared would happen to her.
"I feel….deadly," was the word that Sara thought of and first uttered out of her mouth. Standing up from the chair, she felt strength she had never felt before in her entire life, not even before she knew that she was a half demon right before her mother's death. Looking up at her father, looking into the eyes of a killer, there was a question burning in the back of her mind. "What now?"
A smirk spread across Alastair's lips knowingly as he reached forward and placed a hand on her arm. "We're going to take a little trip to see your friends." He answered before the two disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Back at Bobby's, Heather, Dean, and Sam were trying to find any way possible to find Sarah without having to deal with Alastair. If need be, they would deal with him, but being without the Colt, and Ruby's knife not working on Alastair, there weren't many options for them, other than to avoid him at this point since they didn't know if this could be a trap for them to walk right into. Their only strong point would be for Sam to use his powers, and since he didn't get to drink Ruby's blood and he hurt Sara, he wasn't willing to use them at this point. They were merely a last option type thing.
Instead, Sam sat at the desk near the fireplace while on his laptop, trying to search for any weird omens or occurrences that could have anything to do with why Alastair would take Sara, other then for the fact that she was his daughter. Guilt overcame Sam as he realized that this was his entire fault since he had weakened her enough that Alastair could possess her in the first place. Finding nothing on his computer, he shut it and sighed, putting his head in his hands in frustration.
While Sam was wallowing in his own guilt, Heather paced the room back and forth, her head in a book. Dean looked up from where he sat on the couch since he was also reading a book but he found Heather's pacing to be quite annoying. "Would you stop? You're driving me nuts!" He exclaimed as he watched her stop in her tracks and then glare at him.
"For your information, I'm trying to find my best friend since your dumbass brother had to go and get her hurt in the first place." She said loud enough so that Sam could hear.
Dean looked at her seriously. "I know you're upset and that you want to find her, but you have to calm down. We're trying everything here and it's not easy. Alastair is a powerful demon and I'm trying to think of anything I can remember from my time in hell that might help, but so far I'm drawing a blank." He explained, trying to be helpful but knowing that the only thing he ever learned about Alastair or from Alastair in hell was his torture techniques.
While those two bickered, two figures suddenly appeared in the room. Sam and Dean jumped up from where they were sitting while Heather turned around, all of their eyes wide in surprise. Sara stood there with her father, looking darker, more sinister than the last time they had seen her. "No. It can't be." Heather uttered as she stared at her best friend that now looked like a monster.
"Oh, but it is," Alastair smirked. "I've made her better, whole. She is now perfect and going to kill all of you because I wish it so. The friend you once knew and loved is gone." Then with one flick of his hand, he sent Dean flying into the nearest wall, causing Dean to land on the ground in a heap. "So nice to see you again Dean." He smirked before turning his attention back to Heather and Sam.
"Let me handle the other two," demanded Sara before smirking at him evilly and stepping closer to Sam, her voice darker than usual. As Sara approached her two so called friends, a gleam of pride glistened in Alastair's eyes at what his daughter had become, at what she was about to do.
Fear formed on Sam's face as Sara stood in front of him. He had two options: see if she was actually evil and would hurt him, or fight her with his powers. Drinking Ruby's blood for so long had given him the ability to actually pull demons like Alastair out of his body, but for whatever reason, Sam wasn't doing that right now. After hurting Sara, he didn't trust his powers anymore and after not getting his dosage of Ruby's blood since she was sent back to hell, he wasn't as strong as normal.
Flashing her white eyes, Sara smirked at Sam as if she knew what was to come. "Oh Sammy, don't you want to play?" Then she shoved him backwards, causing him to fall into a chair that was behind him before she straddled him, her face barely inches away from his. "You know Sam; it's not nice to play with powers if you're going to hurt people with them." She stated before running a finger down his cheek and then leaning into whisper into his ear. "It's my turn to have a little fun now."
Reaching behind Sam and into his back pocket, she pulled Ruby's knife out of his pocket and threw it right towards Alastair with one swift movement. Removing herself from Sam's lap to look at her demonic father, she saw that he had caught the knife in his hand, not even causing a scratch. "Do you really think I'm that foolish?" Alastair questioned. "I can still smell the humanity in you. It's disgusting but it was nice to play along with your game. It will be even nicer to end you."
Sam's jaw almost dropped as he watched the sight before him, not expecting for that to just happen, yet alone Sara to be good. All along, he was hoping that she would pull through and not be drawn into the darkness, but yet apart of him worried that she would. Now he knew that things were about to get rather heated since the crap just hit the fan. Glancing over at his unconscious brother, he stood up from the chair and walked over to him, kneeling down and making sure he still had a pulse while he could hear Heather starting to chant an exorcism.
Alastair's white eyes looked at Heather as he smirked mischievously. "Do you really think that's going to work on a demon like me?" He taunted with a raspy voice. Then he turned back to look at his lovely daughter, hatred in his eyes as he flung the knife at her, causing it to hit her right in the side. "Oh that has to hurt." He grinned as Sara flew backwards since the knife hit her with such force.
"SARA!" Sam shouted, ignoring his brother now and running over to her, but he halted in his tracks when Sara spoke to him. "Stay back," she groaned in pain, grabbing the knife and pulling it out before she let out a howling scream of agony. A bit of blood started to soak her shirt as Alastair stepped up to her, grabbing her by the throat tightly and pulling her up off of the ground. "You're so pathetic and weak. I was going to help you change that but yet you decided to disobey me. What a shame that your mother has to rot in hell for a sad little girl like you." He spat in her face with disgust.
"You lie!" Sara shouted at him, only causing Alastair to punch her in the face, making her nose bleed and splitting her lip open. Instead of letting her go, Alastair just kept punching her in the face, wanting to cause her as much pain as possible and in the end do her in, which he could have done with his powers, but he always liked torturing people instead.
After beating her face into a bloody pulp, he stops and tilts his head to the side, grinning as if he tries to understand his next statement. "Your mother knew me long before she ever consented to have my child," he admitted as if it made some type of difference. "She knew exactly what she was doing and what I was all along. I killed her; I took her life because she was foolish just like you. Then again, she wasn't as dumb as you though. How easy it was to kill your best friend, Ben."
"No," she uttered through all the blood now on her face. The fear spread through her body like fire as she realized what he was saying, what this could mean. The bitter reality of truth made her heart sink into her chest.
"Oh yes," he retorted with an evil smirk. "The guy that hit you with his vehicle was possessed by me. I'm the one that caused that accident, killing your best friend. I'm the one who drove you to slaughter the guy's entire family. It was me all along that caused you to turn evil and look how easy it was." He explained before pressing his face closer to hers, taking in her scent and making a disgusted face. "I could smell the stench of your humanity on you back then and that's when I knew that it would be your humanity that would fail you, cause your downfall. You humans are all the same, slaves to your emotions and look how it turns out." Then without another word, Alastair threw her across the room, causing her to land into a wall, the drywall breaking and falling to the ground with her.
Instead of standing by an watching any further, Sam decided to step up, raising his hand at Alastair and using all of his demonic blood strength to pull him out. Struggling a bit, he groaned as the familiar nosebleed started, droplets of blood flowing down while Alastair started coughing up bits of black smoke that was his demonic form. A small groan sounded from across the room, coming from Sara since she was still conscious after all the beating Alastair gave her. "No," she groaned and then raised her own hand at Alastair. "Your blood changed me asshole."
Then, without warning, Alastair began to flash an orange color, his skin becoming transparent with each flash and showing the bones within. His eyes went wide, whether it was from being killed with such powers, or from surprise since it was his own daughter, his own blood killing him. After flashing several times, Alastair's meatsuit fell to the ground, the demon no longer alive, and the poor bastard he was possessing died in the process.
Another groan of pain sounded from the room, this time from Dean as he pushed himself off of the ground and rubbed his head. "Did I miss anything?" He asked, seeing that Heather was just standing there in pure shock at her best friend who was laying on the ground now in a bloody heap.
Sam ran over to Sara's limp body, picking her up into his arms and sobbing slightly. "Sara?" He questioned while shaking her body carefully. Then he placed his fingers to her wrist, noticing that she still had a pulse even though it was rather faint. "She's still alive!" He exclaimed while turning to Heather, his eyes glistening with tears as he scooped Sara up and carried her.
There were no words that Heather could say to explain how she was feeling by seeing her friend like this. In all the years she had known Sara, not once had she seen her friend so vulnerable and weak, not even when she needed serum from when her demon half would try to kill her. If there was one thing that Heather could never imagine, yet alone never think about, was her best friend dying, but now that image was very real in her mind, causing her to stand there frozen. The possibility of her best friend not making it was very real but only time could tell if Sara would die since nobody in that room controlled the hands of death.