"Dare I ask what plan B is?" Dean asked. He downed at least half of the near-full flask in a single gulp and shivered at the sudden rush. Not too long ago, he had conveniently found that the power stolen from other demons' blood could be absorbed and used while inside traps that kept his own away. Dean had planned this out so that he would have enough backup power for a situation not unlike the one he was currently caught in. He hated how difficult it was to move around. Under normal circumstances, the salt water surrounding them wouldn't bother him at all, however, the ridiculous amount of traps and sigils left him more vulnerable. Even so, he was already feeling stronger, he just had to wait for his moment.
Balthazar sauntered over to a table (which had appeared when he did) to the right of the trap, facing the demon. It was covered by a blood-red cloth decorated with a large and intricate symbol, complete with a stone bowl, a knife, a gallon of (presumably) holy water, and a plethora of other bags and vials of miscellaneous items.
Sam stood when the angel appeared, "What took so long?" he asked, ignoring the demon's question. Dean could tell that he was relieved at Balthazar's presence, glad to no longer be alone with what used to be his brother.
"Impatient, aren't we? I told you, I had to gather together plan B. Among other things, I needed a bone of the damned. Easiest way to get that, aside from taking straight from the source, was to go find the bones he said he hid." He picked up a bag from the table and proudly displayed its contents, four of Dean's reported six hidden bones.
The demon leaned forward at the sight, both surprised and annoyed, "How the hell did you get those?" he asked angrily, though relieved that two were still hidden.
"I have my ways. Weren't hidden as well as you thought. It's not important." He turned back to Sam, "anyway, one wasn't quite enough, so I had to take the time to track down more. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get started."
"By all means," Sam said, sitting back down, "anything I can do?"
Balthazar shook his head as he began to empty the bags and vials into the bowl, "just don't let him... do anything," he said, gesturing toward the demon.
Dean laughed a bit, "now what do you think I'm gonna do?" He asked with a small smile, taking another drink.
"Honestly, I don't want to know," he said without looking up, "just don't."
"I've already told Sammy here, I'm not too happy about this. And lately, if I don't want something to happen, it doesn't happen."
"You might have authority in hell, but you need to learn your place," Balthazar snapped, "you are in no position to be telling me what to do, you pompous arse."
Dean raised his hands in mock surrender, "hey, I know I can't boss you around, angel." He finished off the last of his blood and grinned as he stashed it away, "even I know that's a bit above my pay grade. I'm just saying, don't get too cocky. You haven't won yet."
The angel paid him no attention, completely focused on his work. Once everything in the bowl had been thoroughly ground and mixed, he dipped a finger in the solution and walked over to the demon. Dean fought against being touched, however his normal supernatural strength was limited, whereas the angel's was completely intact. Therefore, Balthazar quickly won out and secured his arm as the demon spat a few Latin profanities. He started to recite an Enochian spell as he quickly traced the mixture in a symbol on the exposed skin of Dean's forearm. Nothing happened at first, but shortly after being released, his arm began to sizzle and sting wherever the stuff touched him, swelling up then burning back down like acid, engraving the sigil into his skin. It hurt like hell, seared its way up his arm and slowly spread to his whole body.
The demon's breathing was heavy and his eyes were back to blue, wide and manic, glaring at Balthazar. "Vae, occisionis propter hoc debeo tibi, angelus," he angrily slurred through the pain, defaulting to Latin.
The angel said nothing as he went back to the table, continuing the spell. He annunciated the Enochian quickly and clearly and Dean was starting to feel the effects. The radiating pain intensified and a sweat broke on his brow. The angel's power kicked in with a blinding white light, projecting his wings on the wall behind him. Finally, his chance.
The demon forced himself to focus and gathered together all of his stolen power. He directed all of it into a shrill, inhuman shriek, head whipping back with the force of it. Thunder could be heard booming outside and the boat was haphazardly tossed around with the suddenly violent waves. The incantation halted as the angel and the hunter exchanged a frightened and surprised glance. The noise cut off and Dean heavily slumped forward in the chair, breathing labored and head limply hanging, both exhausted from the exertion and relieved to be (at least temporarily) freed from the spell.
"Well that can't be good." Balthazar commented.
"What did you do?" Sam asked the demon, stalking towards his chair in the center of the room.
His heavy breathing slowly progressed to low, maniacal laughter. "I warned you," he sing-songed. He lifted his head slightly to peek up at his brother through energetically spiked hair with bright demonic eyes and a large and deranged smile, "I told you, nothing happens I don't want to happen."
"You're still trapped though," Sam said, double checking the sigils, all six of which were still perfectly intact. "What did you do?" He repeated.
He slowly shook his head without looking away from the hunter, eyes fading back to green, "who said I was going to do anything? I've got friends in low places, Sammy. Being scarier than hell has it's advantages." The lights flickered with another crash of thunder. He lifted his head further, peering around with a grin, "here they come."
A/N: Don't hate me! I love you. Reviews, perhaps?
LATIN:
vae, occisionis propter hoc debeo tibi, angelus - damn, I ought to slaughter you for this, angel
