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Samael was leaned over the helpless man as he continued carving symbols into his skin. The man's screams of pain and suffering was music to the demon's ears. His eyes flashed white while he whistled a tune.
Brooklyn took the lead with Dean tight by her side as they ducked behind the filing cabinet.
"Please…..please let me go….." The man was balling and begging Samael. His face was beet red with fat tears creating perfect clear streaks down the sides of his face. This only encouraged the demon on as he carved into the right arm of his human art canvas.
"You humans, you think that screaming and begging will end your pain. Pain is but only a doorway…."
Samael grinned and turned to the other demon, Ahriman who was holding another man by the hair.
"Bagged us another one."
"Set him over there," Samael pointed to the lone cell that wasn't splattered in blood or visceral. Ahriman dropped the man like a sack of potatoes on the thin worn mattress and slammed the bars shut. Brooklyn peered around the corner then jerked her head back. Dean saw the disgust and revulsion written clearly on her face.
"Man those bastards are fugly!" She slipped the Colt out and rested her forehead against the barrel. Dean watched as she closed her eyes and said a quiet prayer in Latin before lifting her eyelids up and turning to face her husband and Sam.
"We got everything?" Dean waved the large bottle of holy water as Sam had the rock salt and rosary beads in hand. Across his back was the bag with shotguns and other means of defense, though most of what they had would do little other than piss off the demons.
Samael pulled the knife out of the still breathing man and admired his handiwork.
"Perfect," Ahriman tilted his head seeing that the Sigil of Azazel had been etched. The deep smooth lines turned crimson as Samael finished the black altar that was behind them on the desk.
"We will soon have our fellow arc demons here and then the real fun can begin," Ahriman beamed as he reminisced about being with the arc demons again. They had not made it out of the Gate but soon that would all change.
"Baby's blood and human agony….." Ahriman whispered in a sing song voice.
Samael put the finishing touches on the altar then picked up the dagger admiring the craftsmanship.
"Such a fine piece of metal and brimstone," he ran the tip along the man's neck seeing the fright in his blue eyes.
"You know this once belonged to a very powerful necromancer who happened to be one of my favorite followers. Too bad for him the witch hunters got a hold of him in Germany during that blasted hysteria. But enough of the history lesson," Samael began chanting in a tongue that none of the hunters were familiar with.
"Ready?" Brooklyn turned to see Sam and Dean ready. Arming the Colt, Brooklyn leapt from their hiding place and fired the gun. Ahriman looked up and calmly placed a hand in front of him rendering the bullet useless.
"Shit," Brooklyn cursed, "Sam the Sword!"
Sam held the sword across the front of his body and charged the demon. His face dark and focused while his heart slammed against his ribcage. Ahriman swept a hand to the side sending Sam against the filing cabinet. The metal banged as the hunter's body crashed against the cabinet before he collapsed to the ground.
"Sam!" Dean ran towards his brother but Samael acted first. The arc demon tightened his hand into a fist and watched as Dean stopped dead in his tracks. The hunter struggled to breathe as he clawed at his throat. The high wheezing sounds was like nails being raked on a chalkboard to Brooklyn's ears. Samael laughed as her face darkened and the Colt was trained directly at him.
"Well if it isn't Brooklyn DeTaurius! Oh wait it's Winchester now isn't it?"
Brooklyn felt something welling within her as rage and indignation gripped the hunter's soul. Samael watched as her eyes transformed into perfect coal orbs. The arc demon merely grinned wider, daring her to take a shot.
"You know that little toy gun won't stop me," the arc demon's eyes turned milky white.
"No," Brooklyn dove for the sword. The hunter tucked and rolled grabbing the blade before turning in a crouched position, "But this will."
"So you've done your homework," Samael tilted his head and rounded the table. Brooklyn remained frozen and looked over as Dean continued his fight for air.
"Let him go," she hissed.
"And why would I wanna do that, Brookie? These two bastards have caused us nothing but pain since day fucking one!"
Suddenly the black orbs that replaced slate melted away as the rich golden amber filled the void. Samael's grin dropped but only briefly.
"Oh Lilith has big plans for you my dear."
"I guess no one relayed the message that I'm coming to kill her," Brooklyn growled.
As Brooklyn and Samael faced off, Dean could feel unseen grip around his throat slacken before finally vanishing altogether.
"Easy there short bus, you don't wanna overexert yourself," Tom hissed in his ear. Dean jerked his head around to find the demon standing over him with the dagger gripped tightly in his hand. The demon's eyes clouded over until the inky blackness was firmly in control.
Ahriman sighted the demon first. The arc demon rushed forward towards Tom until both were entrenched in hand to hand combat.
"Well if it isn't the little backstabbing bottom dweller," Ahriman taunted. Tom delivered a hard right hook across the arc demon's jaw sending Ahriman backwards against the black altar. The carefully laid out shrine was now in ruins as talismans and bones scattered across the floor.
Samael sensed the new arrival. While keeping his eyes on Brooklyn, the arc demon waved his hand pinning Tom against the wall.
"Excuse me," he stood and turned to face the lower demon.
"Well if it isn't our demonic Benedict Arnold," Tom grunted in pain as Samael's fist buried itself against his host's body.
Tom swallowed hard and looked up at Samael.
"No you have it all wrong, Samael. I want to serve you again. I told the hunters where you and Ahriman were. I wanted to bring you a little peace offering."
Dean stood, coughing hard and rubbing his throat as he regained his balance. His eyes narrowed towards the demon.
"You lecherous son of a bitch! I knew you were a slimly little weasel."
Tom ignored the hunter's remarks and continued pleading with Samael.
"Considering you were once one of mine. Your sister was facing the noose in Salem and you offered your soul so she would live."
Tom glanced over at Dean seeing the hunter was now sending shooting stares directly at him. Sam was slowly coming to and lifted his head towards his brother. The heated words of his brother made Sam realize Tom was there and in deep shit. He looked over to see Samael and now Ahriman tag teaming on Tom.
Dean looked over at Brooklyn watching as she rose to her feet with a murderous sneer twisted upon her beautiful face. But it wasn't the contorted features that had caught his attention: It was the rich liquid amber pools where slate orbs should be.
Samael spun around and with a mere though sent the hunter flying across the room and flattened against the wall. Dean quickly grabbed the sword and ran it through Ahriman watching as the arc demon's eyes and mouth lit up in a golden burst that quickly filled his host before going dark for good.
The remaining arc demon gripped Dean's throat and pinned Sam beside Brooklyn. The hunter's eyes had returned to the soulful slate hues.
"Dean Winchester….The biggest pain in my fucking ass," Samael crushed his throat a little tighter and lifted the hunter off the floor. Dean could feel his feet brush the tile floor while his hands clawed and scratched at Samael's hand.
"Dean…." Brooklyn cried out. Samael merely tightened his hand even further as Dean's face turned red then purple. His vision went blurry before turning black.
Brooklyn felt the darkness that had taken over earlier resurface once again. Sam could only watch as she broke away from the wall with the frightening golden amber hues now in full view. Samael saw the copper haired hunter marching towards him and he waved his hands.
"Not this time Samael…." Brooklyn's voice was low and almost demonic in nature.
The arc demon chanted, waved his hands, clenched his fist and even hurled an energy wave at her but Brooklyn continued on, unaffected by what Samael sent her way.
"Your parlor tricks don't hurt me," she growled. Her hands snapped the arc demon's wrist and Dean collapsed to the ground. The demon's eyes were full of shock and fear as she clamped her hand on the demon's good wrist and recited the binding spell.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO," Samael wailed as he felt the powerful incantation trap him in the mortal's body.
"Oh yes," she smirked. The hold on Tom and Sam were broken. Tom immediately grabbed the chair as Dean drew a Key of Solomon on the floor.
"Sit," she simply commanded and Samael was pinned to the chair. Brooklyn crossed her arms over her chest and walked around the edge of the key. Samael struggled but found it useless.
"You're not going anywhere, Samael. We need to have a little talk."
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