John watched, aghast, as Mary bled while she was being pinned onto the ceiling by the demonic forces.
"Stop it, you bastard!"
He could not bear the thought of losing her again. John still remembered the time Mary had said 'yes' to him, the moment when he slid the thin, silver ring onto her finger.
Mary is the love of his life.
"I swear to god…"
Swear to God? Please. What's He going to do about it?
"Alright! Fine!" John heard Sam shout.
Damn it, you son of a bitch!
Not Sam too!
"I would say that it is the righteous thing to do, giving yourself up like that, for your family. Exactly what we need!"
John could feel Sam shaking when Azazel moved to put a hand on Sam's shoulders. Before John knew it, his other hand was moving, with the knife in tow.
Stop! No, stop!
Sam.
John recalled the first time he held Sam in his arms, how the baby snuggled in closer to John while he slept.
The demon was not having his son.
Stop it, goddamnit!
"Stop this!"
It had not registered that John had spoken the words until his grip on the hilt was loosened, and it tumbled onto the ground.
He stared at his own hand and flexed it a few times, mesmerized by the feeling of being in control again.
"Mom!" Sam dove past him, towards the centre of the room, but it was too late.
Mary started to fall, her head bouncing off the edge of the bed before landing onto the ground with a dull thump.
"Mary," John stood rooted to the ground.
What had he done?
"Mom?" Sam kneeled beside Mary.
John's vision blacked out for a second before he forced himself to snap back to the present. The demon; it was still inside him, fighting for control.
No. Never again.
He stepped backwards, right into the middle of the devil's trap painted on the carpet.
He was left with no choice.
"Dad?" Sam eyed him warily as John produced the Colt from his pocket.
Sam's mind raced to figure a way out of this. He glanced at the sluggishly bleeding wound at his father's side, and his owns hands which were slick with his mother's blood.
This was not fair. They had just gotten back together for god's sake!
"Dad?" Sam gasped when he saw the Colt.
"Sam, take your mom and go," his father ordered.
"What are you doing, dad?"
"Go! Now! I can't hold him back much longer!"
Sam was torn between getting his mother out of the demon's reach and staying with his father, but John's urgent cry prompted him to act. Sam scooped Mary up from the floor and backed out of the room.
Sam hoped that his father had a plan, and not a stupid one.
What are you doing, John? Remember the previous time you pointed the gun at me? Didn't really go so well did it? Why would this time be any different?
"Because this time I am not hesitating. This time, I'm going to succeed."
Really? So you're willing to sacrifice yourself and Dean for Mary and Sammy?
"I'm already dead. And so is Dean."
Bobby stepped over the two bodies on the ground. Damn. He was too late, which meant that the demon must have found Mary and Sam by now.
Bobby cleaned the area up, or at least erased any of John's traces and his own. He raced upstairs to check on Dean before bolting out of the hospital. The boy was still the same as when Bobby last saw him, except that he looked a little more like death with each passing minute. That renewed Bobby's sense of urgency.
It had started drizzling when Bobby stopped in the motel's parking lot. Through the blurry windshield and dimly-lit space, he could barely make out shapes beside the impala.
"Sam? Sam!" Bobby yelled while he made his way across the lot.
Bobby spotted Mary, lying prone in the backseat of their car.
What the hell happened? Where were John and the demon?
"Bobby? Dad's in the…"
Sam's words were cut short by a single gunshot which echoed through the entire parking lot.
Bobby swung by his room shortly after Azazel left with John. Dean had been so glad to see him.
"Bobby! You've got to listen to me! Dad tried to summon that thing, and now the demon's got dad! We have to…"
Bobby did not as much as look in Dean's direction before he exited the room as hurriedly as he came.
"Bobby! Bobby! Hey! Damn it."
He was useless!
"This sucks out loud!" Dean growled as he started pacing around the dark room.
And now all he could do was sit by his dying body and wait for his family to come back. What if Azazel got to them?
"What the…" Dean froze and turned towards the door.
Was that howling that he just heard? Outside the room?
From the get go, Dean has always been drawing the shortest of the short straws. So, looks like his fate hasn't been changed a bit.
-Kelsie