Hi ya all!
Okay, before romi visits me here - in person - I better put on the next chapter... well, it's almost done. I'm sure you noticed.
It has been fun to write for you guys. And I already have new plans. So you'll sure read - sooner or later (more sooner) another story...
Okay... what am I talking here. We're not through yet... enjoy! (Oh, I really enjoyed writing one special snippet... you'll see)
-Lee
It took Sam only a second to overcome his shock, and then he was running to tackle the bastard. The demon turned away from Dean who struggled weakly under the man's hands and its face distorted into a sneer, hissing at Sam threateningly. Sam could see, the demon had struck his brother as already bruises started to form, and blood was again running freely from Deans nose, mouth and ears. This all, Sam took in in a second and screamed in enragement as he flung himself at the possessed doctor.
They both flew over Dean's bed, landing hard on the other side rolling wedged together in fight for control. Sam won the competition. With two hard blows, he tried to stun the doctor, but his second punch was stopped. The doctor grabbed his fist with crushing force, and Sam almost could hear his knuckles churn. With a slight cry he was pushed over and now the demon was on top of him. Sam buckled under the weight, trying in vain to get the upper hand again.
"You don't want me to still my hunger with your brother's blood?" the demon laughed menacing at Sam, and he remembered his vision. He was struck hard, his head snapping to one side. "So,… I thought you don't want me to do this…" Again he was struck hard. "And its good…" another blow, "that you came…" another strike, "to stop me!" the demon panted, his fist connecting hard with Sam's temple. He watched satisfied, as Sam's eyes rolled back in his head… "But you wont stop me. First your brother, than the kid… you'll be last!" The doctor stood up without hurry now. One glance and the door shut close and locked up and with a evil smile the doctor turned his attention back to the frame on the bed.
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Bobby and John arrived the second the door shut close. Both stopped dead, knowing there would be no time for a plan. It had to happen now!
The door gave away immediately as they both threw themselves against it. At the same moment they could hear Dean scream out in agony.
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He had pushed both his thumbs against the tender flesh on the back of his victims head. Feeling the swollen and bruised area give away. He heard the young man's excruciating scream and saw the blood, that gushed out of his victims mouth, his nose, his ears. He heard the heartbeat of the man double, and fed on the panic as he started to inhale blood. Enjoying every second of his torture the demon bent down, licking at the red trail that ran down Dean's chin. At that moment the door burst open, and Adze felt himself being ripped away from his prey… he was hold down hard, screaming enraged, his face smeared with blood, but his struggle didn't help, someone opened his mouth with force, and shoved something into it, he felt the sticky, oily liquid run down his throat and suddenly his body seemed to be aflame… the windows burst as he screamed in rage and agony, stopping as more of the ugly and acidly substance ran down his throat, letting him gag. And then, he suddenly wasn't in his host… he felt being expelled. The paint stopping immediately, but as he tried to flee, he was stuck. He couldn't get away. They had trapped him…
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John and Bobby both tackled the demon, trapping it with their bodies. The black duffel was only inches away, but John had to fought hard, to retrieve it and to get the bottle with palm-oil out of it. A nod from him, as he finally had managed to unscrew the cap of the bottle, was enough for Bobby to search for the baobab-powder. He saw John fighting to open up the demons mouth, and then the first drop of oil hit. The screech was deafening. Bobby had finished with the circle of baobab-powder and knelt down on the man's feet to keep him from kicking. Again John tilted the bottle and oil was running down the doctors face, a gurgled sound told them that he swallowed. Doctor Mans body reacted to the oil, arching his back he screamed feral, his eyes rolling wildly and then dark smoke was expelled from his mouth as the demon was ejected.
The noises followed silence, as the dark cloud stood frozen in the middle of the room, hold back by the power of the circle of baobab-powder. Only slightly choking noises could be heard, and John whirled around at that, rushing to Dean's aid, who was laying there drowning in his own blood. With more then gentle force, he turned his son on his side, watching as blood spilled from his mouth, but the gruesome wheezing stopped at least. He stroked through his boy's hair, comforting, not caring for a moment what went on behind his back. Just being a father for once.
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Sam came to as he heard Dean scream in pain. He was dazed and his face and head hurt. The scream of his brother turned into a choking sound, and Sam knew this was his vision coming true. He struggled hard to get on his feet again. Then the door to the room crashed open and Bobby… and his DAD rushed in, attacking the possessed doctor. He could hear them struggling, and again felt his consciousness slip… he startled as another scream echoed through the small room followed by silence except for his brother's helpless attempts to breathe. He felt tears run down his face, and could hear Dean moan, the awful gurgling sound, however stopped. Then Bobby was in his sight of view, helping him sit. Talking to him, but the words were jumbled. "Sam. Come on! You're with me??" Sam only stared at the dark cloud hovering in the middle of the room, knowing what this meant. "You… did it." He croaked, feeling his eyes rolling up in his head again, but fought himself back this time. "Gotta do it…" he slurred, trying to get on his feet. Bobby tried to hold him down. "What?" Sam only hold out his hand with the deep gash from the knife. "Bastard's mine…" Sam slurred on. "Dean can't do it… my turn to safe… the day…" in his confused mind this made totally sense. "Sam…" But Sam didn't listen. He already had fought himself up, using the nearby wall for support Sam smiled grimly. He could taste the blood inside his mouth from his split lip, still the words of the African exorcism-ritual were clear in his memory, he had read, and read them again, while sitting on Dean's bedside. He wouldn't need a paper to send the son-of-a-bitch back to hell. First his voice was soft and still slightly slurred, regaining strength with each word, feeling it odd, to talk in a tongue so foreign to him. And then he had finished, his last word echoed loud through the quiet room. The dark cloud screeched in rage and pain for one last time and then seemed to explode, a strong gust of wind broke the circle of baobab-powder and the strong smell of sulphur let them almost gag.
Sam turned in time, to see his father bending over Dean, pinching his nose close as he breathed for him. His eyes went blurry as he was back on the small by-boat of the ferry a few days ago, watching as the crew-members breathed for his brother. The moment only lasted so long before the screeching sound of the machinery that controlled his brothers vitals brought him back… and he remembered where he was. He shook his head in denial. A wave of dizziness sweeping over him with the movement, letting the world fade into grey and his ears failed to hear. As he blinked the room was suddenly full of people in white and… then he was sure he was suffocating like his brother in front of him… while his heart was trying to explode in his chest and his body shut down completely.
His legs gave away under him… he never felt being caught by Bobby…
TBC...
Okay. So? Really un-nice, huh?