Sorry this took so long guys! School wasn't going so well, and then I had finals *heavy sigh* Anyway, here's the next chapter! Hopefully I'll be updating sooner now that my semester is over.
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Recap
"Dean? You with me?" His green eyes creep open, hazy and glazed with pain. Damn it. . . Dean's pupils are blown wide and uneven, attesting to a severe concussion.
"Sammy?" His voice is shaky and rasps against his throat, but at least he's awake and talking. I smile in relief and set about trying to get him down.
"Yeah Dean, it's me. Don't do that to me again! We'll get you outta here soon." As soon as I finish saying that though, I feel him stiffen, a growl bursting from behind his gritted teeth. My head whips around, eyes locking on a figure half clothed in darkness, standing in the far corner.
"Well, hello there Sammy boy. . . Can't say we were expecting you quite this early." She steps from the shadows, platinum hair catching the light that's filtering down the stairs. Her ruby lips curve into a feral smile, her posture radiating a sort of animalistic hunger. "That's okay though, now we can have even more fun." And with that, her magic surges forward tossing me against the wall. Shit!
Taylor POV
As soon as we separate from Sam, we settle into our usual hunting routine. Camie drops back till she's at my left side, our shoulders just barely touching, insuring we'll always know where the other is. We slip into complete silence, stepping lightly, the only noise a light creak here and there from the floorboards. The kitchen is clear, as are the mud room, bathroom, and study. Having cleared the downstairs, I turn my attention to the stairs. I tap Camie's shoulder, pointing at them when she looks at me. Receiving a nod, we climb the stairs and are greeted by a hallway lined with closed doors.
The first door opens to a bathroom dirty with disuse, a thick layer of dust coating every surface. We regroup outside the second door, Camie taking point; the door swings wide and Camie is immediately thrown to the side by an invisible force, her finger tight against the trigger and already firing as she hits the floor. I pull my gun up and compress the trigger, putting a tight pattern of bullets into the witch's chest; she drops, eyes closed and mouth open. Stepping over her, I help my sister to her feet and watch as she walks to the body, aims, and puts a single bullet through the dead woman's brain.
'Just checking', she mouths at me as we press ourselves to either side of the door. Two more women rush into the room, but come to an abrupt halt when they see their friend's body on the floor. Camie takes the first one of them out with a quick double tap which has the other whirling to confront us. Her eyes narrow to slits and her magic starts to build, tingling over our skin.
"You dare to enter this place on the day of sacrifice? Dare to bloody the air with our sisters' deaths?! The Grand Council will find you and-" I fire my gun and she falls dead next to the others. Camie turns to me, her brow creased in worry.
"Grand Council? That sounds vaguely ominous," she whispers. My stomach flips uneasily, but I just shrug and motion for us to continue on our way. This 'Grand Council' could just be nothing, right?
Sam POV
Several minutes after I'm jumped by the witch, all three of us are startled by the sound of gunfire coming from somewhere above us. Taylor and Camie! I didn't tell them I found Dean! If I had full control of my body right now, I would steal a move from Dean and punch something. They better not get themselves killed. A smile graces our captor's previously shocked face.
"I see you brought some friends. . . I admit, that does come as a surprise. I'm not particularly worried though; my sisters should be entertaining them right now."
Dean stirs restlessly in his kneeling position, "D-don't hurt 'em."
She laughs cheerfully, an odd sound given the situation. "Don't worry, I'm only interested in you boys."
If anything, her answer only served to make Dean more agitated. "No," he growls, managing to sound intimidating despite his appearance. "Leave Sam alone!"
"Dean!" I say sharply, upset that he's trying to sacrifice himself yet again.
Her laughter makes a reappearance, but this time there's something slightly crazed about it. "Aww! Could you two be any cuter?" She comes up to me and runs her fingers through my hair making me cringe, knowing that those hands had just recently caused my brother significant damage.
More gunshots from upstairs cause her fingers to still their movement while her face goes scarily blank. The house falls into a silence that's quickly broken by a bloodcurdling scream ending in a single gunshot. One handed, she smashes my head against the wall hard enough to make black sparkles pop behind my eyes; I groan as the sharp pain settles into a deep throbbing. She starts up the stairs having finally decided to discover what all the ruckus is.
"Give me just a second boys, I'll be back in a flash!" She calls over her shoulder before closing the basement door with a certain finality.
Despite my head painfully reminding me of its existence, as soon as she leaves the room and I can move again, I make my way to Dean. He's mostly out of it, a pained expression crossing his face every time he inhales; broken ribs most likely.
"Hey buddy, let's get you down okay?" I slide my lock pick set from my boot and set about unscrambling the mess of tumblers inside the manacles that encase his wrists.
Camie POV
Taylor straightens having just checked the pulse of the latest witch we dropped. By now, we're both bloody and tired from being slammed into walls and furniture. My stitches have reopened, Taylor's got a gash on her forehead, and we're both sporting broken noses. Taylor grabs my attention and motions with her hand: one witch left. We still haven't seen Julia, even though she should be somewhere in the house. Footsteps sound on the stairs and our guns raise once more, expecting to see Julia. The woman who appears on the landing is not Julia or anyone else we recognize from our previous run in with coven. There's something about her that just seems. . . . wrong, off at a molecular level.
"Hello darlings! I would love to get to know you, but the boys are waiting so patiently." Her voice doesn't match her appearance, rough and deep like she's spent hours screaming. Both our hands tighten around our guns, before the metal unexpectedly begins blistering our skin. I drop mine immediately, but Taylor fires a shot before releasing hers with a hiss. The bullet flies through the air, slamming into this psycho (well, more than usual) witch. Her body shudders as the bullet buries itself in her right shoulder, but she doesn't make any noise or break eye contact.
"Well now, that wasn't very nice."
Dean POV
I come to when I feel one of the cuffs slide from my bruised wrist. Without the tension of the cuff though, the left side of my body starts to sag and stress my injuries. I try to ready myself for when the other manacle opens, but there's not enough strength left in my muscles to hold myself up when with a loud clang, the second cuff falls away. My half-conscious slide to the floor is halted by Sam's arms looping around my middle and pulling me back against his chest.
"Shh, we're gonna get you outta here Dean. God, you're such a mess. . ." he stops talking as his voice cracks. I muster up enough energy to give his arm a gentle tap and get his attention.
"m'fine," my voice grates against the walls of my throat, coming out rattily and weaker then I'd prefer. "Taylor an' Camie?" I question breathily, trying to squirm my way to a more comfortable position in Sam's arms. He rearranges me until I sigh in relief.
"I don't know; their upstairs somewhere." No sooner have the words left his mouth than another gunshot sounds from above us. I struggle to get to my feet, Sam protesting loudly as my knees start wobbling. The silence from upstairs is too all encompassing and my heart quickly picks up its pace when thoughts of what might be happening to the girls go through my head.
Air is just barely squeezing through my lungs, my breath coming out my lips with a wheezing wet noise. I figure I've got about one minute before I hit the ground hard; using Sam as a pole, I pull myself till I'm more or less standing upright and try to push through my tunnel vision. Maybe one minute was a little too optimistic.
"C-c'mon Sammy, gotta go," I mutter, throwing my arm around his shoulder and gripping the front of his shirt to keep myself vertical, ignoring the shooting pain from my collar bone and dislocated shoulders. He loops one arm around my waist, trying to avoid putting pressure on my ribs or back.
"Ready Dean?" Sam looks at me, concern evident in his eyes and hair flopping into his face. I give a jerky nod and with Sam's help, start moving forward. When we pass the back table that holds my things, I come to a stop.
"Guns," I grunt at Sam, groaning slightly when his arm squeezes my ribs as he bends to retrieve our weapons and my clothing. Holding our belongings with one arm and supporting me with the other, Sam begins helping me up the stairs.
By the time we reach the main level, my projected minute is long gone and I'm fighting to remain conscious. Sam has slowly taken on more and more of my weight until he's now the only thing between me and the floor. Over the ringing in my ears, I can hear the crazy witch's voice floating down the stairs.
"I'm gonna peel your skin from your bones, all without killing you. I mean, why settle for one sacrifice when we could have four?" she laughs, her voice shrill and manic. Sam sinks to one knee, lowering me to the ground and leaning my back against the wall. He stands and silently chambers a round in his gun, before stooping to help me stand again, leaving my stuff where I had been sitting.
This time around the room begins to spin, forcing me to close my eyes in order to deal with the nausea. Sam starts up the second flight of stairs with me in tow, both of us doing our best to be dead quiet, all the while listening to the rantings of the witch.
"You little whores thought you would waltz in here, kill us all and be on your way, but now you'll die just like the ones you killed. Don't worry, I'll make sure we have a little fun before you go."
We reach the top of the stairs and while I'm struggling to breathe, Sam aims his gun at the back of her head and fires, the bullet puncturing through her skull. Time seems to drag for the following seconds, no one daring to breathe or talk; the spell breaks when she turns to face us, a gaping bloody wound decorating her forehead, her eyes coal black.
"E-exorsamus te, omis immundus s-spiritus, omnis satanica p-potestas, omnis incursio -" my lips begin forming the words to exorcise a demon, voice trembling with exhaustion. The demon roars and I'm yanked from Sam's arms, landing in front of the sisters; they're both pinned to the wall, faces bloody and hands burned. I cough, trying to clear the burning in my chest, and feel liquid dripping down my chin. Damn it. . . "You b-both look like shit," I groan up at them earning myself a strained chuckle from Camie.
"You need a mirror buddy," she says through clenched teeth.
Sam's voice registers in my brain, picking up where I left off in the exorcism. "Infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica! Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica -" the demon grip his neck and the words slowly taper off.
"Adjuramus te! Ab insidiis diaboli libera nos Domine ut ecclesiam tuam secura -" Taylor jumps in, but doesn't last long before she has the air slammed out of her.
"Tibi facius libertate servire te rogamus -" Camie doubles over, an invisible force squeezing her lungs.
I pull in a deep breath and, as loud as I can manage, scream the final words, "Audi nos!"
Thick black smoke bubbles from the witch's mouth, then picks up pace and disappears out the window. Her dead and now empty body falls to the ground releasing Sam's throat and leaving him gasping for air. My brain decides it's finally had enough and starts shutting down.
"Sammy," I mutter as darkness slides over the world.
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I should post again soon-ish, sorry about the wait guys! If anyone has any suggestions with what they want to happen, just let me know and I'll consider it :D