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Okay, I'm starting to find this fic very difficult to write, so any feedback would be FANTASTIC!
I'm sorry, this chappy's kinda short, but I thought it was an okay place to end it so...
Enjoy chapter eleven!
Hearing Sam's distress, Bobby burst into the bedroom, armed with holy water and a shotgun. "What the blazes is going on?!" Bobby yelled when he saw no enemy.
"I-I dunno…" Dean whimpered as he tried to calm his brother down. Sam was desperately pushing his brother away, crying that he needed to get away. "He just saw Caleb and - "
"'Saw' Caleb!?" Bobby said. "What do you mean 'saw?!'"
"Hey! Don't look at me, man!" Caleb said. "I got no clue."
"Butch…!" Sam whimpered. "You need to run…" Sam pointed directly at Caleb. "He… He…"
Bobby frowned. No way… Bobby opened the bottle of holy water and flung it at Caleb.
"AHH!" Caleb screamed as the water burned his skin. "You BASTARD!"
"He's possessed?!" Dean cried. He pushed Sam back and stood directed between him and Caleb, automatically switching to hyper-protective mode.
Bobby continued to spray Caleb with the holy water until Caleb was backed up into a corner. "What the hell is filth like you doing here?"
Caleb tried to flick Bobby across the room, but nothing happened. He looked up and sighed when he saw the Devil's Trap etched on the ceiling. "What?" he laughed, his eyes flashing black. "I can't just have a little fun?"
Bobby flicked more holy water, making Caleb growl. "You can tell me, or I can just send you to hell."
Caleb's smile faltered. "I'm following orders."
Sam gasped and quickly covered his ears, as if trying to block an unpleasant sound.
Bobby frowned before turning back to Caleb. "Who's orders?"
Caleb chuckled. "Your mother's."
Bobby rolled his eyes. "Fine." Bobby whipped out his exorcism book and began to read.
"Wait!" Caleb yelled. "It was Lilith!"
Bobby and Dean froze while Sam shook. "Make it stop…" he whimpered.
Dean wrapped his arms around Sam, never turning his back on the demon. He placed a hand on Sam's head before shooting a deadly glare.
"Why?" Bobby growled.
Caleb laughed. He nodded his head towards Sam and said, "Last I checked, she wanted the brat dead."
Sam's head suddenly shot up and his sightless eyes settled on Caleb again. "You're lying…" he whispered.
Caleb stiffened. "The hell's that kid spewing?"
Sam took his hands off his ears, realization spreading across his face. "Tell the truth."
"I am, you meatbag!"
Sam shook his head. "No… nothing you've said is true."
Caleb gave Sam a look of disbelief. "What the hell…? AHH!"
Bobby flicked more holy water at the demon. "I suggest you tell the truth, son."
"How the freaking hell does he know I'm lying?! Last I checked he can't even hear me!"
Sam flinched. "Last I checked…" Sam mumbled, "I can."
Caleb's eyes flickered between the three hunters before he sighed. "Look, I came here to kill Winchester. God's honest truth."
Sam frowned. "Not me... Dean?"
Dean sat up at this. "Hmm. First time's a demon's targeted me specifically. (Well besides Meg, but she had a decent reason...)"
Caleb growled. "I wanted to kill you..." he said slowly, "because I'm getting impatient."
Dean gave a humorless laugh. "I'm guess some old friends of mine are anxious for me to get to hell already."
Caleb gave a twisted smile. "You have no idea."
Sam's breathing became increasingly labored. Only being able to hear one side of the conversation was frustrating and Sam was starting to feel a bit too handicapped. "I've had enough..." he whispered. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica..."
"NO!" Caleb yelled. He started to twitch and jerk in grotesque and impossible ways before his head shot back and a column of smoke erupted from his mouth before dissipating and going to hell.
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Bobby quietly closed the door behind him. Dean was standing at the end of the hall, looking hesitant. Bobby sighed as he forced himself forward.
"How is he?" Dean asked quietly when Bobby reached him.
"He's damn exhausted, but he'll live. Still don't see how he let a demon get the jump on him... How's Sam?"
Dean shrugged. "Tired, too. I don't think he knows what to make of everything. He's not responding to me at all. Not when I touch him or give him food..."
"I have to admit..." Bobby said. "It's a little disconcerting that Sam could see and hear that damn demon... he could even tell when it was lying..."
Dean shot Bobby a glare. "He's my brother."
"Hey, I'm not saying anything like that!" Bobby shot back, not liking what Dean was assuming. "I'm just saying... if... when... we get Sam's sight and hearing back, will he still be able to see and hear demons apart from humans?"
Dean shook his head. "I don't know and I don't care."
Bobby nodded. He could tell that Dean was also tired and he didn't blame him. Hell, he was tired too! "Why don't you go look after your brother. I gotta double check all of Caleb's research and make sure it ain't corrupt or anything."
Dean nodded distractedly. "Alright."
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