Chapter 29


The next night Sam and Dean were sitting in the Impala. The car was parked outside of an old abandoned factory. The place was completely run down, the walls of the outside were a rusted brown, and all the windows were broken in. But the most unsettling was the chains that were usually on the double doors had been ripped through. Not cut, with chain cutters, but actually ripped.

Dean sat behind the wheel of the car, looking at the building that was to his right, he ducked his head to look out the passenger window. Sam only looked straight ahead. His face void of all emotion.

Dean looked at Sam, "You ready for this?"

Sam nodded quickly; it almost looked like a twitch.

Dean suddenly jumped when he heard a knocking at his window. His head snapped to his left, and sighed with relief when he saw Bobby ducking down to see the brothers'.

Dean rolled down his window hastily. "Bobby?"

Bobby nodded, "what're you two doin' here?"

Dean looked at Sam who was still looking straight ahead. He never acknowledged Bobby's presence. Dean then looked back to Bobby.

"It's a long story – wait…you were you going after Lilith?"

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Do I look that stupid, kid? I was just scoping the place out! I was gonna call you tonight if I found something."

Dean nodded. "Right…so…anything?"

Dean jumped again when Sam spoke up suddenly, "She's in there." He said simply.

"How can you be sure? I've been here for about an hour, and there aint anything goin' on. "Bobby demanded.

Sam shrugged, not once making eye contact with either of them. "I can feel her."

Bobby and Dean nodded. Dean looked at his brother apprehensively. "Are we going in?"

"I don't think it's such a good idea." Bobby chimed in.

Suddenly, Sam's head snapped in Bobby's direction. Dean and Bobby were taken aback as Sam's pupils overtook his eyes.

"This ends tonight! She ends tonight!" Sam cried angrily.

Dean put a supportive hand on Sam's shoulder. "Come on man, reel it in. Remember last time?"

Sam looked at Dean, and then took a deep calming breath. He blinked, and his eyes were back to hazel.

"Sorry…" Sam muttered.

Dean nodded, and then took back his hand. "You're good now."

Sam sighed, and continued to look at his brother. "Seriously though, we do need to go after her tonight. I'm sure we can end this…"

"You keep saying that Sam, but you're not telling me how exactly! I mean you can't kill her, not without breaking another Seal…so what are you thinking?" Dean shot angrily.

Sam shrugged. "I don't wanna give away the punch line."

"No…I don't like it." Dean said.

"I don't either! But she has to be stopped, and it has to be tonight."

"Sam! You were shot last night – "

"Wait…" Bobby interjected. "Sam was shot? By who?"

"Lilith." Dean answered impatiently. "But I'll explain later."

"Come on. We should go now." Sam said as he opened the car door and stepped out. He carefully closed the passenger door, in hopes that he wouldn't alert Lilith to his presence. They did after all still have the hex bags in the trunk.

Dean then got out of the car and also closed his door gently. He already had the demon-killing knife in tucked away in his shoe like always.

Bobby pulled out a pistol from his waistband and held it defensively.

"What's the plan?" Bobby asked, directing his gaze toward Sam.

"Follow me." Sam whispered.

He then proceeded to walk right through the front door without even so much as scoping the building.

xXx

The inside of the building was even worse than the outside. The walls were covered in mold, but even then they had to have been a horrible gray color. The cement floor was cracked a worn, however the floor was littered with empty bottles, cans, and old papers. Some of the broken window had a plastic tarp covering them, which only made the lighting in the place all the darker. The tarps were browned and old.

To the farthest wall from the entrance was a flight of stairs that lead to a catwalk that was right above their heads. Following the catwalk was a closed door.

Sam, Dean, and Bobby stayed close to each other. They didn't bother splitting up like last time, because Sam claimed to know what he was doing and where he was going

And he did. He listened as the demon whispers in his mind told him what to do and where to go. They slowly made their way up a flight of stairs. They looked around slowly, knowing that the threat was probably somewhere obvious.

Sam paused at the top of the stairs and faced the catwalk. Bobby and Dean came to an abrupt halt behind him. He knew the attack was coming before the smell of sulfur assaulted his nose. He raised his hand, and then saw a large mass of black demon smoke barreling toward him from the door across the catwalk.

He sensed at least twenty demons in that one big mass. It came toward them with blinding speed, but then came to an abrupt halt only an inch in front of Sam's outstretched hand.

He cocked his head, and then released on all the demons before him. The demons writhed, and sparked. Sam smiled as he heard their pain-filled screams fill his head.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dean and Bobby looking at the back of his head. They weren't looking at the demons. They were more concerned about Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes, and his smile widened as he turned his attention back to the demons in front of him. There was one large flash of light, and the demons suddenly imploded on themselves, leaving only falling ashes in their wake.

He dropped his hand to his side, and then looked back at Dean and Bobby. They still stared at him, worry clear on their faces.

Sam sighed; they didn't have time for this right now.

"Come on…she's through there." Sam said as he pointed at the door across the catwalk.

Dean and Bobby nodded, and then followed Sam hesitantly without another word.

Sam crept along the catwalk as carefully as possible. Each step resulted in a creak and moan from the old metal holding the three men's weight.

Suddenly the door in front of them slammed open, and two demon-possessed men came rushing out. They paused at the end of the catwalk, each with evil smirks on their faces as they looked at the three men. The one on the left held a large white bucket, where the demons' hands touched the bucket were sizzling and smoking. Holy water. Sam cocked his head, no one had told him about this trap. Immediately he was filled with a familiar rage.

Dean started to chuckle lightly. "That doesn't work on us ya morons."

The demon who held the bucket deepened his smile. It looked much more wicked. His eyes then flashed black, and he tossed the contents in the bucket directly on Sam, soaking him instantly.

Sam let out a feral scream of pain as his body steamed and was overtaken by large blisters. The smell of burning, melting flesh overcame all other scents in the room.

Sam dropped to his knees, and closed his eyes as he took in slow, deep breaths. He tried with everything he had to relax, and keep control.

"It doesn't huh?" the demon who held the bucket teased.

"Sam? Come on, it's alright. Come on." Dean rambled reassuringly.

Sam began to shake as he was closer to losing control. His breaths coming in more frantic than before. The steam coming from his skin was only making him angrier.

"Sammy Winchester." The other demon cooed menacingly.

That did it. Sam's head snapped up in the demons' direction, and they stepped back as they noticed his eyes were black.

Sam made his way to his feet slowly, not once taking his eyes off his attackers. He extended his hand, and then let out his angry energy. He balled his hand into a fist, and the demons choked for a moment. Then suddenly, they dropped dead. The vessels and demons included. There was no flashing, no black smoke. They just stopped existing with the power of Sam's mind.

What a time to find a new ability.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to face Dean and Bobby. He knew what they must have been thinking about him.

With his last few inches of sanity, he put his rage to a far corner in his mind, and focused on the task at hand.

"Come on." Sam ordered simply.

With skin still steaming, and eyes still black, Sam made his way across the catwalk with Dean and Bobby at his heel.

Sam stood in the threshold to the office and saw a lone desk in the room, and a woman in her early twenties with long black hair sitting on it, staring at the boys with white eyes. She wore a short sleeved all white dress that went down to her knees, she was also barefoot for some reason. But she looked cocky as ever.

"Oh, how I've been waiting for you boys." Lilith said in a low confident voice.

Sam gave her a half smile, and stared at her almost hungrily. "You're not gonna make it past tonight."

Lilith snickered as she gracefully pushed herself off the desk. "Oh yea? And how are you going to stop me Sam?"

"Like this." Sam said simply as he held his hand out, and Lilith was forcefully hurtled into the wall behind the desk with a loud 'thud'. The walls began to crack from the pressure.

To Sam's surprise, Lilith started laughing. He cocked his head and continued to stare at her. "What?" He demanded.

"You really are dumber than you look." She replied.

Suddenly the walls to the room moaned, and a loud 'Bang' was heard downstairs. Sam immediately knew there were four demons now making their way up the stairs.

Still holding Lilith to the wall, he snuck a peak behind him and saw four large men with black eyes now making their way across the catwalk.

Bobby shot at the men, and Dean barreled after them with the knife in his hand. Dean slit one of their throats and watched as the dead vessel flickered, and then fell to the ground in a lifeless heap. Bobby shot one that was coming dangerously close to Dean, knowing full well that it wouldn't kill the demon, only slow it down. Unfortunately, it switched course after it was shot in the heart. It went after Bobby. Dean then jumped on its' back, and stabbed it through its neck. He jumped off the demon before it hit the ground.

Another demon bellowed after the boys, but was stabbed in the heart before it so much as made it to the threshold. However, the last demon used that as a distraction and ignored Bobby's bullets as they grazed him. He rushed into the room and pulled out a small pistol from its waistband. It pointed the gun at Sam's back and fired. Sam gasped in surprise.

"SAM!" Dean called as he made his way to the demon. However, the demon turned around, and caught up in his cockiness at having shot Sam Winchester, shot Dean in his left kneecap.

Sam didn't even feel the pain from the bullet. He only felt the pressure of it, entering his body. He felt his power strengthen to a level where he had to close his eyes to focus on keeping Lilith to the wall. He felt an odd push in his back, and then the sound of metal hitting the floor. He then felt his skin pulling back together. It wasn't painful, it just felt odd.

He looked down on the floor behind him, and saw a bloodstained bullet lying at his heel. He then looked over and saw Dean lying on the ground holding his bleeding knee with Bobby standing over him. The demon having taken off the second he saw that he hadn't killed Sam.

Sam then turned his face back to Lilith. "You knew regular bullets wouldn't kill me so why bother?"

Lilith again started to laugh. That sound started to irritate Sam to no end. "Don't you get it? I know you're going to be the end of me Sam. I know it, and I've somewhat accepted it. No matter how many times I tell you what will happen if I die, you continue to charge after me."

She paused, her face threatening as she looked Sam in his black eyes. He stared into her white eyes non-blinkingly, urging her to continue.

"So as a parting gift, I gave you what you fear most." Lilith continued with a dangerous undertone to her voice.

"What's that?" Sam demanded as he stood his ground, never wavering.

"Your brother…knowing what a freak you are. Oh, they way he'll look at you from now on…it will drive you crazy one day."

She lowered her head threateningly, and continued. "And even though I won't be there to see it Sam…I want you to remember that when that day comes. I. Still. Won."

Sam lowered his head as he took in her words. He didn't want to believe it, but deep down, he knew she was right.


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Inspiring song for this chapter: Sunrise, Sunset - By 'Bright Eyes'.