Revised
Chapter 36
Sam pushed his son off of him gently, and stared at the little blonde girl with the white frilly dress, and milky white eyes who he knew to be Lilith through the darkness of the room. He glared at her with a mixture of many different emotions, none of them were flattering.
Thoughts rushed through Sam's mind, only causing him to hate the demon before him even more. She messed with Clay's head, fed him lies, caused his son to believe he had to be evil. Lilith was the real reason Abigail was dead.
In Sam's mind, Lilith killed Abigail, and now she was there to collect Dean as well.
But Sam swore he would keep his promise. He wasn't going to let Dean go to Hell.
Lilith's white eyes melted back to their human blue color as she crossed her arms over her chest with a satisfied smirk on her face. Her eyes wandered to Clay, and her face took on a phony pout, her true joy shone through her twinkling eyes and rosy cheeks.
"Aw, you had such promise too. I thought you had what it takes to kill off Sammy." She teased as her eyes averted to Sam. Her 'pout' then slipped back up into a smile.
"Sam's my dad you bitch!" Clay snapped angrily. Sam put an anchoring hand on Clay's shoulders and pulled his son back, behind him.
Dean groaned as he fought the dizziness in his mind and stood slowly. The room seemed to spin, and tilt in a way that made him queasy.
When the vertigo subsided enough for Dean to think properly, he walked (more like waddled) to Sam's side and looked down at Lilith who was now smiling up at him. His vision was littered with tiny black dots.
"Oh you didn't have to get up, silly," Lilith said playfully, "my doggies are only gonna put you right back down."
As if on cue, there was a loud series of barking and growling from the Hell Hounds that were now in the house and standing on either side of Lilith. Sam and Clay couldn't see them, but they heard them loud and clear.
Dean looked fearfully at the large pit-bull looking dogs with no fur, and barely any flesh. They were severely burnt, what little flesh they did have sagged off of them, so mostly muscle and bone was seen on their slimy bodies.
Blood and other bodily fluids seemed to drip from the gaping holes that were torn through the dogs' chest where their hearts should be. However, before the blood hit the floor it was like it evaporated before Dean's eyes.
The Hound on the left had the right side of his face torn off completely, showing nothing but bone and muscle.
They looked like they should be dead. Maybe they were, who knew? Dean didn't know what to think about them…other than how terrifying they looked; and coming from him, which really meant something.
The Hell Hounds bared their large yellow fangs at him and perked their pointed ears up, and stared at him with intense, beady, black-eyed stares.
Sam looked at Dean's terrified expression, and tried not to panic for not being able to see the threat, "What is it Dean?"
"Hell Hounds." Dean stammered looking at what looked like nothing with wide eyes.
Clay and Sam followed Dean's gaze to either side of Lilith, but saw nothing.
"Where?" Sam demanded.
"One on both sides of her." Dean whispered.
Lilith suddenly laughed excitedly, making everyone in the room stare at her except her pets.
"You mean to tell me my biggest opponent; the Great Sam Winchester can't see my dogs?" Lilith mocked.
Sam didn't say anything, his hate-filled glared only intensified.
Lilith then shrugged, "Maybe one day you will."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean demanded.
Lilith shrugged, but didn't say anything.
Just then, the small grandfather clock that hung on the wall began to chime, each time sending ice cold chills up Sam's spine as the noises counted down the seconds Dean had left to live.
It meant that it was midnight.
Bong.
Bong.
Bong.
Bong.
Bong.
Bong.
Bong.
Bong.
Bong.
Bong.
Bong.
Bong.
When the clock finally stopped chiming, all eyes looked in its direction and saw that both hands rested on the twelve. Dean's time was up.
If Lilith was excited when she arrived, she was simply glowing now. "Well this was fun…but I have a schedule to keep." she said mockingly.
Dean looked at Sam nervously, "I'm sorry." He muttered loadedly, as if these were the last words he were to ever mutter.
Sam said nothing back; he was now staring at the spot where Dean told him the Hell Hounds were staring as they started to growl louder and more threateningly. He then rose his defenses.
Sam gave a forceful push, and then busted into Clay's mind, slipping through the protective walls the kid put up. Obviously he'd been practicing with his abilities because he seemed to understand how to control them, either that or Lilith taught him a shortcut...the same shortcut Sam went through.
He remembered how he was stuck in those visions over and over again. Seeing Dean's death, Pamela's death, and then Clay's death. Everyone's except Pamela's death was supposed to be tonight, but Sam swore their lives would not end tonight.
But he became infuriated at the idea of his son going through that pain as he had done. It was a reckless crash-course and it could have easily done something much worse to their minds'.
This was just another thing Sam was going to make Lilith pay for.
"How'd you-?" Clay began to ask alertly, before Sam cut him off.
"Same playing field, remember?" Sam asked quickly. Clay didn't reply, but seemed to ease up a little as he understood.
"I got the Hell Hound on the left; you think you can take the one on the right?" Sam asked curiously.
"I can try…but I don't see 'em, Sam." Clay replied worriedly.
"I don't either, but you'll be able to feel if you got one or not, got it?" Sam asked urgently.
"I'll try." Clay whispered.
With that, Sam withdrew from his sons' mind, and rejoined the real world where only seconds had passed. Dean was still staring at him with a terrified expression on his face.
"Sic 'em, boys." Lilith ordered her Hell Hounds in a childishly happy tone.
Suddenly, the growling, barking, and howling of the Hell Hounds amplified, as they pounced from their spots by Lilith's side.
Sam suddenly stuck his hand out, and telekinetically grabbed the Hell Hound on the left. He felt it, just like he thought he would. It felt as if he had another appendage, another hand, and he was forcefully grabbing something corporeal within said hand. He knew it was stuck in his minds' grasp. He felt it thrash, and flail energetically, trying to oblige his masters' orders and kill Dean.
At the same time, Clay too stuck his hand out. He aimed a telekinetic force where he thought the Hell Hound was, but as it appeared, he missed as Dean suddenly crashed to the ground screaming.
"NO!" Clay and Sam screamed at the same time, Sam's hand never wavered though.
Vicious claw marks tore through Dean's jacket and shirt, and even his skin. Blood began rise and swell over the wounds, and then splatter around them as the Hell Hound chewed and scratched away at Dean's body.
Dean's screams were deafening to Sam, but he wouldn't let the other Hell Hound go.
The blood coming from Dean seemed to be a gift almost too, because as soon as the crimson liquid splattered, it erupted on the Hell Hound who was carrying out the assault giving a deep red outline of the mutt.
Maybe Sam and Clay couldn't see it in detail, but at least they could now tell where it was.
Clay stuck his hand out toward Dean, and tried to grab the demonic pit-bull one more time. This time, to their udder relief, it worked. Clay felt the frantic invisible Hound in his telekinetic grasp as he pulled it off his uncle.
Lilith clapped as if she were amused.
"Impressive, boys…but now what are you going to do? There're three of us, and only two of you with the strength to take me on. And…what do ya know, you're both occupied! Who's to stop me from taking Dean's soul myself?"
Sam chanced a quick glance at Clay, and then looked back toward where he was holding off the invisible demon-dog. He suddenly realized what he had to do…he knew that his restraints on himself were holding him back.
With that, Sam knocked down all his inner walls. He opened his mind to his other abilities, and what was pumping through his veins. It was like a door that had been locked up tight had just been kicked down from its hinges.
He kept a little bit of restraint though…so he wouldn't lose himself.
Sam cocked his head as his pupils began to melt into his irises and then the whites, making his eyes charcoal black. To his surprise, the Hell Hound in his grasp started to come into view. He saw the horribly burnt, slimy mutt thrashing in midair as it tried desperately to get the Dean. He looked over to Clay, who was looking back at him. Sam saw as Clay's breath caught in his throat at the sight of his fathers' eyes, but Sam looked over at the Hell Hound in his sons' grasp. Clay seemed to actually have a much firmer hold on that beast than Sam had on the other.
Sam's head suddenly snapped toward the one he was holding, and balled his hand up into a tight fist. It was like he just knew now what he had to do, it was almost instinctual. A knowledge that had been imprinted on his brain for as long as he could remember. Suddenly, the Hell Hound howled long and painfully and burst into a brilliant blast of blue and white flames, leaving only gray ashes in their wake.
Lilith looked at Sam nervously as he put his hand down and stared at Lilith challengingly.
"Let Dean out of his contract right now. He lives, Clay lives, I live, you live." Sam offered dangerously.
"No," Lilith said unsurely.
"Fine." Sam replied with a shrug.
He lifted his hand with his palm at Lilith's face; he felt the harsh vibration of the energy beneath his skin push itself toward Lilith. She gasped loudly and painfully as Sam grabbed onto her, and squeezed the black mass inside the little girl. She screamed as Sam began to burn and tear at her insides slowly, making sure she felt every second of it.
"Okay, OKAY!" Lilith screamed as tears sprang from her eyes. Sam put his hand down, and stared at her blankly as she gasped for breath pathetically, "He's out, he's free."
"How do I know you're not lying?" Sam demanded.
"He's free, you're free, your son's free…just stop it." She begged desperately.
Sam seemed to consider this for a while; he looked toward the Hell Hound Clay held with his mind as it suddenly vanished in thin air. Clay looked around confused as he suddenly couldn't feel the beast in his grasp.
Sam then looked down at Dean who was lying on the ground holding the open wound on his chest, gasping for breath. The scratch marks on his chest weren't that bad, they just needed a good stitching, but at least he would live.
Just then, the little girl screamed as black smoke ejected from her mouth, and hurriedly flew out the living room window and into the night. The little girl then fell to the ground in a lifeless heap.
Dean was alive, Sam was alive, Clay was alive, and Lilith was on the run.
This night was a major victory for them.
I just revised this chapter, next I gotta revise the ending. :)