Chapter 25
An hour later the lights were out in the motel room, the only light that was shown in the room was the moons rays that peeked behind the drawn curtains, and a few candles on the floor and on the nightstand.
Sam sat on the floor in front of a symbol he had drawn in chalk on the hard wood floor. There were three candles placed on either end of the symbol. In the middle of the symbol was a chalice that had all the necessities to carry out a demon summoning. Sam then began reciting the Latin ritual by memory. As he was nearing the end of the incantation, he lifted a small knife at his side, and sliced his palm so his blood would flow into the chalice. He was summoning Zagan to him.
Sam dropped the knife by his side, and then stood slowly. The rooms' salt lines had all been broken, and there were no devils traps laid in the room. Dean sat on Sam's bed, holding the demon killing knife in his hand, and twirling it impatiently. Sam was completely unarmed.
There was a sudden gust of wind in the room, which made the hairs on the back of Sam's neck rise. The candles on the nightstand blew out, and Dean rose to his feet and stood in a defensive manner.
"Sam and Dean Winchester." A low voice greeted from behind them.
Sam whirled around and took in the sight of the demon that stood before him. He was possessing a middle aged man with dark brown, almost black hair. He worse a business black suit and tie with his hair slicked back. He looked like a salesmen. His eyes were a piercing green, which is until they melted into an unnaturally light blue color. With catlike slits for pupils.
The demon smiled at them, and his eyes faded back into the human's natural green color.
"Zagan?" Sam questioned in a threatening tone.
The demon nodded once, and then slowly walked toward the boys. The smile never leaving his face. "That is my name…my real name."
The demon stopped walking, and took in the site of Sam and Deans' defensive stands. The then eyed the knife that Dean was holding so tightly in his hands, his knuckles were turning white.
Sam then extended his palm, and held on to the demon with his mind. He smirked at the choking noises coming from the demons' throat. But his smile faltered when he saw that this demon was still smiling.
As if reading his mind, Dean spoke. "What're you smiling at?"
A chuckle escaped the demons' choking. "Y'ou! Sa'm!"
Sam loosened his telepathic hold on the demon so it could speak.
"What?" Sam questioned angrily.
"All this…because I told Lilith your plans! Your…horrible, horrible plans."
Sam's grip tightened a little. "Explain!"
Zagan coughed, and then continued. "Don't…kill humans? What the hell kind of demon leader are you?"
Sam smirked. "One that doesn't take crap from anyone…" Sam flung the demon with his mind to the wall, and held him there. "…especially demons."
Dean looked at his brother fearfully and then back to the demon. "I thought Sam had this whole, Jedi-mind thing with the demons…how come you don't have to listen to him?"
Sam shot a glance at Dean, and let his defense crumble a little. His pupils began to overcome his eyes, leaving them inky black. Dean flinched at the sight as if he'd been hit.
They both looked back to Zagan.
He looked at the brothers with a look that could only be described as offended. "I am one of the first! Dean Winchester! I came before Azezel, and Lilith! I am influenced by no one! Lilith and Sam Winchester can have their little fight. They can fight till one of them kills the other as far as I care! But I will do as I please, and have my fun. No matter which one of you wins this war…I will not follow either of you."
Zagan sighed, and then turned his full attention to Sam. He chuckled as he looked into Sam's black eyes. "Boy, Azezel did a number on you didn't he? Guess he knew what he was talking about when he spoke of the Prodigy."
Sam cocked his head. "The Prodigy?" He egged on eagerly.
Zagan nodded with a somewhat bored expression on his face. "You were supposed to have taken this position two years ago, son. If you'd have stepped up to the plate then, you wouldn't have to worry about Lilith breaking Seals now would you?"
Zagan then chuckled. "No you certainly wouldn't…because you'd be the one breaking them…with Azezel at your side."
Sam shook his head, and tightened his grip on the demon inside the vessel. He made the demon swirl and writhe in agony. An excited grin overtook Sam's face as he watched the smile fall from the man's' face, and he bucked against the wall.
He loosened his grip and watched as the demon tried to catch its breath. The smug smile returned to its face instantly.
"One hell of a number." It cooed. "Are you human at all, kid?"
Sam let his defenses drop completely. He felt the tingle in his veins turn into an expectant throb. He looked at his outstretched arm, and his smile deepened as he saw the black veins crawl around beneath his flesh, making the familiar pattern.
Dean stared at him with his mouth agape, and then put a reassuring hand on his brothers' shoulder. An inaudible sign, telling Sam to reel it in.
Sam pretended he didn't get the message, and continued to stare at Zagan. His smile faded instantly to a frown as he saw the demon laughing.
"So…you were there when I gave the order to recruit, and not tell Lilith. You had to have been, because I gave that order verbally."
The demon laughed aloud at hearing the power in Sam's voice.
Sam's mouth twitched with rage. He then pushed the demon and the vessel with his mind so hard that the walls of the motel room began to crack up to the ceiling and flake. The demon grunted, and held its eyes shut.
Dean squeezed Sam's shoulder. "Come on man…there's a person in there." He pleaded in a voice so low it could have been mistaken for a whisper.
Sam shook his head. "No…his heart isn't beating."
Dean looked at his brother in shock, and then back to Zagan as he heard it gasp for breath. Sam had stopped pushing.
"Yes…I was…there." Zagan managed breathlessly.
"Not…because Lilith told…me to. I heard…there was…a search party looking…for you. I wanted to…see the…great and powerful…Sam Winchester…with my own two…eyes."
The demon grunted, and then coughed a loud phlegm-filled cough. The smug smile crept back onto his face steadily.
"When I saw what you did to the twister, and then what you did to everyone else. I knew the only way to get out of there alive was to pretend to be under your…influence."
Sam growled in response, but let the bastard continue.
"And as I said…I take no sides, so when you said for them to not tell Lilith..? It was like you were baiting me!"
Sam's white hot rage was reaching new heights. The second he felt it spike, he heard his brother yelp, and then release his grip on Sam's shoulder. He had been burned.
"All that is about to change Zagan."
Zagan chuckled, and then waited for Sam to continue.
"Last chance…join me now…or I will kill you…slow, and messy."
Zagan laughed loudly, making Sam growl again, and the hairs on Dean's arm stand.
"It's kind of…poetic really." Zagan started in a smart ass tone. "Out of all the children Azezel had chosen, had…bled in; you…the one who spent his whole life chasing and killing demons…becomes the antichrist! You, the one who had the brightest future out of your brother, your father, and yourself…threw that all away so you can one day lead the demon army! Tell me boy, how's that work?"
Sam could no longer contain it. He let the power off its leash and rush toward Zagan. He smiled excitedly as he saw the demon choke, harder, and harder. He felt the demon solidify inside the vessel. The black cloud now taking shape, like a rock lodged in the humans' brain. Then came the intense heat. As hot as molten lava, heavy, and intense enough to turn the black rock that was once a demon into a puddle.
As Sam's hand dropped, so did the vessel the demon had taken over with a thump. Sam looked at the man that once contained the demon, and noticed the black pool gathering around his head. The black leaking from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Sam also noticed that the eyes were burned right out of its skull. He shrugged as he guessed he let out too much heat.
"Sam..?" Dean asked nervously as he saw the man lying on the ground.
The white hot blistering anger was still ever present in Sam as he turned to face Dean. He felt the rage burn and course through him, and it felt so natural to him, until suddenly he felt…
Nothing.
The rage seeped out of his body, and only his ever powerful shell was there. But everything that made this mass Sam…wasn't there anymore.
There was no dramatic flipping of the switches, no nothing. It was just pure instinct left. Demon instinct, anyway.
Sam looked at Dean questioningly, and then cocked his head. He held out his hand, and Dean went flying into the wall.
"Human?" Sam questioned curiously.
Dean gasped for breath, as he was pinned to the wall by his brothers' telekinetic force.
"Sa'm!" Dean gasped.
Sam gave him a lopsided smile. "My name?"
Dean made a motion with his head that he meant to be a nod, but the force holding him to the wall was so strong, he came out like a twitch.
How did Sam not remember his name? Why was he looking at Dean like he didn't know him? Then suddenly, it hit Dean like a ton of bricks. This is what Castiel warned him about!
"Goodbye!"
The force the held Dean began to tighten, particularly around his throat. The world started to spin, and his vision was starting to blur. His last sight was the sight of his brother with black eyes, and black spider web veins creeping along his entire body. The look on his face was nothing but pure amusement.
He didn't seem to remember Dean, so he was killing this human for nothing.
Dean's vision was nothing but black as he fell into unconsciousness, not expecting to ever wake up again.
Grr, don't kill me! I know cliffhangers suck! I'll post the new chapter ASAP! haha.