(Author's Note: There is a sequel to this AU FanFiction, but I'm only going to post it if people are actually interested in reading it. Hope everyone liked this story. It's one of my firsts. Thank you!)
Everything seemed to blur, that moment seemed to burn itself into Sam's mind. A cruel reminder of what Hades symbolized…the true essence of "Survival of the Fittest". The smell of sulfur was strong, seeming to draw strength from the intense fires all around. Sam gripped the metal rod tightly, feeling slightly comforted now that Dean and Bobby was here with him. That comfort was ill-fated…and that's when all hell broke loose.
It was mass chaos pushing the three apart, no matter what they did the crowds of supernatural entities kept on overpowering. Sam caught a faint glimpse of Dean ripping a demon's arm off and kicking it in the face. He could no longer see Bobby, but felt his stubbornness wouldn't let him die that easy. Sam saw Mary standing at the edge of the pandemonium, grinning smugly at what seemed to be an easy victory.
Sam fought, using his demonic abilities and hunter skills. At one point he felt the pressure of the enemy weighing down on him; however it seemed that luck was with him…for now. Sam collided with Dean, who was panting fiercely.
"I've just got to say this Sam: You just love to piss all the WRONG people off, don't you?" Dean rasped, flinging a steel knife at the chest of another vampire.
"What can I say? They love me, they really love me," gasped Sam, smashing a fist into what he hoped was a demon.
"Yeah, yeah…well princess, I hate to be the burr in your ass, but if we don't get help…we won't be walking out of this alive," Dean grunted, jamming another salt shell into his gun.
"I know…hey, have you seen Bobby?" Sam wondered, earning a fist into his ribcage.
"Nah, I think that coward ran when the crowd came to greet us…if you know what I mean," Dean growled, jerking his head in a vague direction.
Sam didn't have to be a super genius to know that Dean was getting tired; weariness was beginning to drag at his own limbs as well. If Bobby had left them…then they may lose and that just wasn't an option. There was a lot at stake, screw Bobby…they needed to win this whether or not they both died in the process.
The crowd of supernatural drones kept coming, seemingly endless. That's when it all stopped. Sam stood there next to Dean gasping for breath, wondering what the hell was going on when he saw it…or rather them. A large crowd of hunters stood at the opposite side of the field of battle. Dean was grinning and Sam let out a giant sigh of relief. Bobby stood at the front, holding two rifles locked and loaded for battle. Sam could hear Mary's howls of fury echoing through the inferno of the buildings. Bobby gave him a nod of much needed trust, raising one gun in the air he signaled the hunters to be ready. The demonic entities were beginning to shift again, with this Bobby brought the gun sharply down alerting the hunters into a courageous charge towards what may be certain death…and yet they didn't fear it, they welcomed the chance to kill the thing that wanted them all dead.
Guns fired, knives flashed in the firelight, salt sprinkled through the gloomy air, and the yell of the hundreds of hunters thundered through the dying city. Dean, rejuvenated after the brief rest, was back to annihilating anything that touched him or another hunter. Sam seemed to avoid being attacked by anything, this was Mary's doing…she wanted the trouble maker, she wanted Sam. He began his swift run towards Mary's dark figure, the sound of people screaming in pain and victory swirling around his head. He couldn't let this reach his reality, nobody should no this agony…this hell.
She stood there, beside herself with glee. Finally, revenge was hers…now Mary just had to kill the boy and all her troubles would be gone. Mmm yes, that sounded delicious…she could almost taste his tainted blood on her lips. A life given, was about to be taken. So come little boy, come to mother dearest…
Sam could see her; a grin etched her flawless face…the mother he had come to hate so much. Bringing the metal rod up into a deadly arc, Sam put as much force as he could into, what he hoped, the final blow. But it seemed Mary wasn't in the losing mood, she twisted nimbly out of the way. Bringing her fist crashing into Sam's skull with brutal force, it sent him crumbling to the ground. Sam was vulnerable to her merciless kicks, stomps, and demonic powers.
Pain exploded through Sam's body as tried, and failed, to defend himself from her wrath. Blood was dripping from his mouth as his eyes flickered around the surrounding area. Fiery infernos, choking smoke and sulfur, and hunters…dying…screaming…as if they were nothing. Dean had two other demons in his famous neck lock, he caught Sam's eye and began to furiously pound away demons to get to his little brother. Sam grinned slightly, blood dripping onto the pavement from his mouth. His demonic powers were fading, he felt weaker than normal…he felt…human.
Dean came barreling at Mary from the side, catching her by surprise and sending her sprawling into filthy trashcans. He turned and kneeled by his little brother, lightly picking him up for wound inspection. Seeing nothing fatal, he helped Sam to his shaky feet.
"Sam now would be the time to go super-demon like you did on me and kick Mom's crazy ass. We're running out of time, if she gets through that spell seal then your reality screwed…big time," Dean panted, glancing around to where Mary had fallen.
"Yeah, I'm trying Dean. It's just not working, I'm not mad enough for it to kick in and take over," Sam groaned wearily, his body protesting every movement.
"Dammit, she's gone. We've got to go after her NOW, Sam," Dean growled, tugging his younger sibling along behind him.
Fear crept through Sam, what if she got through? No, leave those thoughts behind…think angry…think furious. She killed John and she'd love to destroy everything he held dear. Anger began surging through Sam, as the burning memory came back clearer than before. Mary standing over John's lifeless body…that damn—BITCH! He felt the reassuring rush of demonic power surging throughout him, turning his eyes a deep black and sharpening his teeth. He threw a burst of speed, out running a now grinning Dean.
The ancient barn stood forlornly in the distance, still creaking wearily and curiously enough, not on fire. Mary was in there, which was the only reason the building was safe. Dean grabbed Sam's arm pulling him to the side.
"Sammy, I know I'm not one for chick flick moments, but know that I'd do anything to get you home and safe. You alright in my book, runt," Dean said, gently squeezing Sam's arm.
"Some things never change, even in another reality. Thanks Dean, now let's go kick her ass!" Sam murmured, dark eyes reflecting a smiling older brother.
"Spoken like a true Winchester," Dean chuckled, following Sam swiftly.
They made it to the back of the barn, where the symbol was now blazing brightly. Mary stood in front, holding out a grimy hand…waiting to be taken to Sam's reality. Sam slammed into her, kicking, hitting and stomping at her as she hit the ground. In a small part of his mind it felt wrong to be hitting his mother, but when that went up against everything she'd done to him…it was outweighed ten times over. Dean grabbed his arm, jerking him from the crumpled figure of Mary.
"Sam! The spell's fading you need to go NOW! Screw her; if it fades away you're stuck here forever!" Dean yelled urgently.
"What about you!? Dean, I can't leave you here…not with her! Come with me, please!" Sam said, sorrow creeping its way into his voice.
"Someone's got to make sure she doesn't try this again, Sammy. Please, go before she wakes up," Dean said softly, shoving Sam towards the spell symbol.
Tears were streaming from Sam's now clear eyes; the fire from a neighboring building had spread to the old barn. Dean knew this and continued to urge him to the symbol. Sam's fingers made contact with the symbol, and felt the familiar sensation pulling him home. Dean's face faded, but not before whispering, "I'll never forget you, Sammy."