Chapter 11

Sam and Dean made it to the latest victims' house without saying another word to each other. Sam didn't tell Dean that the Yellow-Eyed Demon was possessing the werewolf he had shot last night. He wasn't sure why he didn't say anything; it just didn't feel like the appropriate time.

Dean turned off the engine, and then put his keys in his pocket. He looked over at Sam with an apprehensive look, but Sam was looking past his brother to the house with the 'crime scene' tape on the door. He wasn't sure what they'd find, but he had a bad feeling about it.

Both of them snapped their head toward their front to see Bobby as he got out of his truck holding a small pistol loosely at his side. He looked through the window of the Impala and nodded at them, clearly signaling them to 'get moving'.

Dean opened his door, and then stepped out, slamming the door behind him. Sam sighed before opening his door, but as soon as he heard the creak of the old door, a sudden wind blew and an odor most foul assaulted Sam's sensitive nose. It almost made him gag. He sat in the seat still with the door open and his feet on the curb. He put his head in his lap and started to breathe through his mouth.

Dean then noticed that something was wrong with his brother when he didn't get out of the car. "Sam?" He questioned as he jogged to the passengers' side with Bobby at his heel to see Sam looking slightly green.

"What is it? Another vision?" Dean prodded sounding slightly worried.

Sam shook his head slowly. "Th-that smell."

Dean and Bobby glanced at each other, and then back at Sam. "What smell?" Bobby asked with concern in his voice.

Sam's head snapped up to look at them, and looked at them like they were crazy. It couldn't have just been his keener senses, could it? He knew his sense of smell was stronger than theirs but they had to have been able to at least smell that a little bit right?

Apparently not.

Sam inhaled deeply through his mouth and then replied faintly, "Sulfur."

Dean's eyes widened, "Where's it coming from?"

Sam lifted his hand and pointed with his thumb to the house behind him with the 'crime scene' tape around the property. When Dean looked in the direction he was pointing, he placed his hand back on his lap.

"How strong is the smell?" Bobby asked curiously.

Dean then looked up at Bobby like he was crazy. "I'd say pretty strong!" He said angrily as he motioned toward he queasy looking brother.

Bobby rolled his eyes, "I mean can ya tell if they're still in there?"

Sam nodded, "One."

"Alright," Dean said softly, "Can you stand? You gonna be sick?"

Sam shook his head, he was feeling better now, the smell had really caught him off guard. He then stood out of the car slowly, and then quietly closed the door.

He sighed, and then made his way to the trunk of the Impala with Dean at his side. Dean popped the trunk open, and immediately grabbed for the flask of holy water. Sam made a grab for their dads' journal that had an exorcism ritual in it.

Dean slammed the trunk shut, and then looked at his brother soulfully. Sam simply nodded, and then tucked their fathers' journal inside his coat.

Bobby held his gun out in front of him defensively, and the three of them headed for the house across the street.

The three of them silently ducked under the yellow tape that wrapped around the perimeter of the house, and then made their way up the porch steps to the front door.

Sam quickly and skillfully picked the front lock in only a few seconds and opened the door slowly so that it didn't make any noise.

Bobby stepped in first, with Dean and Sam following behind him. Sam shut the door behind him gently, and then walked into the living room area where Dean was staring at a white sofa against the wall that was soaked with blood.

Everything in the room was completely in place and very neat and tidy. It looked almost too clean with a white carpet, white walls, a once completely white sofa, and a white recliner against the other wall facing the plasma screen TV on the wall. Sam guessed that this guy never had kids.

Out of Dean's peripheral vision, he saw his brother approaching behind him. He turned his full gaze to Sam's face and saw his brother looking at him with his puppy dog eyes.

Then, he looked past Dean to the couch, and couldn't help but stare. He became transfixed on the site of the blood, and his expression turned from a one of innocence to animalistic hunger.

Dean caught this immediately; he was a little bit confused because he thought that Sam was finally gaining control of this thing! He shook his head to himself; maybe the urges were harder to fight than Sam made it look? Dean then lightly shoved Sam out of the room and into the hallway so he couldn't look at the couch anymore.

Sam blinked a few times as if he had something in his eye, and then looked at Dean and nodded a silent 'thank you.'

Dean nodded in response, and then they both crept into the main bedroom.

There, seated nicely on the white sheeted bed sat a man that neither of them had seen before. He was a black man with black eyes staring at them with a smile on his face. Dean couldn't help but think that he looked like a salesman. He even wore a primped and clean suit and tie. If it weren't for the blood on his green plaid tie he would have looked professional.

The demons gaze turned to Sam happily. His smile widened when he saw how Sam was struggling to keep his sanity as he stared at his blood-soaked chest.

"Hungry Sam?" He asked teasingly.

Dean looked at his brother, and then back to the demon. He quickly unscrewed the cap to the flask and slashed the contents on the demons face.

The demon screamed and recoiled as his skin blistered and sizzled from contact with the water. His black eyes shot back up to Dean, and he continued to smile.

"What the hell do you want?" Dean demanded.

The demon looked over at Dean with his ever wicked smile still intact. He then nodded in Sam's direction. "Azezel seems pretty keen on finding your brother here. He brought in some pretty heavy hitters for this hunt. I thought I'd just stop by and see what all the fuss is about."

"Azezel?" Dean questioned, sounding genuinely confused.

The demon nodded with realization, "Oh right, you might know him as Yellow-Eyes."

Dean nodded, "Why does Azezel want my brother? What's his game plan?" He demanded as he motioned toward Sam who was now shaking, on the verge of losing control.

The demon snickered, sounding cocky as ever. "I don't really know."

Then, Bobby entered the room with his gun held out in front of him; it was aimed at the demon sitting on the bed. He looked over at Dean, and then at Sam.

"Everythin' alright?" Bobby questioned sounding suspicious.

Dean looked back at him and nodded. "Yea Bobby, things are just peachy!" Dean said loudly, as he turned to face the demon again. "In fact," He continued cockily, "This hell-bitch was just lying to me about what the demons are plannin'. Weren't you?" Dean then proceeded in splashing more holy water on the demon. It screamed in agony as his head lifted, and gazed at the ceiling.

"I'M TELLING THE TRUTH!" it shrieked.

"Sure you are." Dean replied sarcastically.

"I am!" The demon defended desperately, as he stared at Dean.

The demons' attention was then turned back to Sam. The demon chuckled as he watched Sam break out into a cold sweat. "What's a matter Sammy? You don't look so good." The demon teased.

This got Dean's attention; he looked over at his brother who was still staring at the demons bloody chest. "Damn it." Dean whispered as he walked up to his brother. "Come on Sam; let's go out in the hallway huh?" He reasoned gently as he began tugging Sam out of the room.

Sam nodded in defeat, and then slowly stepped past Bobby, out of the room.

Dean's and Bobby's attention were back on the demon. "Why is Azezel after him?"

The demon gave a courteous nod, and then glared a Dean. "You're joking right?"

Dean looked at Bobby, and then back to the demon, and the both shrugged. This made the demon burst into a fit of laughter.

"Whatever he has planned for your brother, for the other children…it's huge! Whatever it is, some…werewolf got in the way of it. Now Azezel wants to set things straight."

Dean looked at the demon apprehensively, but Bobby spoke up first. "What do you mean 'set things straight'?"

The demon rolled his eyes, "as in…make it so he isn't a werewolf."

"There's no cure!" Dean stated angrily.

The demon shrugged, "Not really no, it's not so easy to come by…but Azezel can do it."

"What does that mean?" Dean demanded angrily.

"I wouldn't even question it if I were you! Azezel gets in there, does his thing, you're brother isn't a werewolf then that's it! The end! Why do you have to make it so difficult?"

Dean stalked closer to the demon; the anger was clear on his face. "Because with demons…there's always a catch."

The demon smirked, and then erupted from his vessels mouth with a painful scream. The room smelled of sulfur as black smoke ejected from the man's mouth and out the window. The man fell to the bed in heap.

Dean walked over to the man, and then pressed on his neck feeling for a pulse. To his relief, there was a steady thrum beneath his fingers.

He pulled away from the man, leaving him there. He walked past Bobby into the hallway to face his brother who was looking better. From the look on his face he had heard the entire conversation between Dean and the demon.

Dean moaned, he knew he was going to hear about this sooner or later. And because Sam was always for arguments sake, he knew what Sam's thoughts were on the subject.

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