Chapter 26


One month later…

Sam and Dean had split from Bobby about two weeks after their encounter with Castiel. Bobby went back to his home, and the Winchester's stayed east. The figured they owed it to the world to help straighten the mess they started, so they went after the demon army.

They didn't go in as recklessly as I made it sound; of course they had their plans and their fair share of backup.

So one by one the demon army fell.

The demon army had decreased significantly and Sam and Dean were as confident as ever that they were going to win this war.

Now, Sam and Dean were standing in an abandoned apartment complex in Hawksburg Maine, which was completely unfurnished all except the single wooden chair Sam had taken from the back alley.

Sitting on the chair, which was under a red painted Devils Trap on the ceiling, was an old man in his early fifties. The wrinkles on his face gave away his age, but as for his hair, it remained full and perfectly brown.

The man lifted his head to look at the boys, and revealed his all black eyes and his smiling face. He knew this was it for him, but he wasn't about to show his fear.

"Where's the rest of the army?" Sam demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Go screw yourself!" The demon spat.

Dean looked Sam in the eye, and then bent down and started digging around in the duffel bag at his feet. When he stood upright, he had a plastic water jug in his hands with a rosary at the bottom of it.

The demon shifted in his seat uncomfortably, as his eyes fell on the jug in Dean's hand.

"He asked you a question." Dean said in a low, serious tone.

"Yea," The demon replied with a nervous smile, "and I said 'go screw yourself'."

Dean gave a small shrug as he unscrewed the cap on the jug and tossed a full blast of holy water at the demons' face, causing the creature to writhe and scream as stream rose from the burning blisters on his flesh.

"Ready to talk?" Dean teased as he placed his arm holding the jug at his side.

The demon huffed a deep breath and rested his head against the back of the chair to reveal the blistering that was inflicted from the holy water.

"Go to hell!" The demon snapped.

Sam then pulled the demon killing knife from his waistband and held it against the demons' throat hard enough to get his point across without killing it.

"Where's the rest of your army?" Sam growled.

"You gonna kill me?" the demon asked with a smirk.

"Seems that way…" Dean answered with a cocked eyebrow.

"You're gonna kill me anyway!" The demon yelled, "So why the hell would I answer you?"

"Because," Sam said with a soft chuckle, "we can control how you go out. It can be quick and painless or slow and painful. It's your decision really."

"Fine!" The demon screamed in submission, "An abandoned mill, just outside Yorkshine Maine. You happy now?"

Sam gave Dean a questioning look, who nodded at him. Sam nodded back and then quickly slit the demons' throat.

As the body flashed, a soft orange light and smoke rose from the wound across his throat Sam cleaned the blade on the sleeve of his jacket. He then looked back at Dean who was looking down at the body in the chair.

"Poor schmuck." Dean muttered softly.

"Yea." Sam muttered back.

"Hows about we get the hell outta dodge?" Dean asked as his head snapped up to look at Sam.

Sam nodded feverishly, as Dean put the jug back into the duffle bag at his feet and picked the bag up by the strap.

Dean flung the bag over his shoulder and he and Sam darted out of the room as quickly as their legs would carry them.

When they were safe in the Impala, Dean gunned the engine and headed straight for Yorkshine which was about forty minutes up the parkway.

Dean and Sam remained silent throughout the car ride. Both of them were contemplating how to go about killing the remaining army, which was only about fifty or sixty demons. Sure that was a lot, certainly enough to take them out if they were careless enough. But this was a significant drop in numbers than last month when they had about a hundred to deal with.

And this surely wasn't all the demons in the world. These were only their soldiers. And Sam and Dean both knew that even when the army was taken out there would still be more things to hunt and kill. Demons included. All this would end was a war, but it wouldn't change their lives.

Both Sam and Dean have now come to accept their lives. They weren't meant for normal. They weren't meant to settle down with a couple of girls and have a few kids. Hunting was their lives, until the day they died.

This was the real world for them. It was scary and nightmarish, and it certainly had its fair share of gore. But this was their lives, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

-Fin-

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