Everything hurt, but his shoulder was excruciating. Sam panted shallowly, he knew what was coming in the relative pain free calm he was experiencing. He knew this was as good as it got, because soon the pain would be screeching into his head like a thousand knives forced into his brain. Then he'd seize, every muscle locking up at the same time, arching him off the bed, or floor or whatever the hell it was lying on. There wasn't much comfort in knowing what was coming.
He wished he could die, especially when the visions started flashing on before his eyes. Some of them were pleasurable, things he wanted, but most were darker. Things he might have fantasized about, but never would do. Dark evil things, the types of things people kept in the deepest parts of themselves. The hateful, hurtful things you might do or say if only there wasn't a consequence. Sam tried to prevent the thrill of pleasure that ran through him when they started, but he couldn't. It would feel so good to do them. All the times he wanted to hurt his brother and father with a word or an action. Then there were things he never knew he wanted…the pain shot through his head and he heard a scream. It was his own.
"He's still burning up, what are we gonna' do?" Dean asked over Sam's screaming, as he dumped another pot of snow into the bathtub that Sam was in. "Logan, what the hell is this shit doing to my brother?"
"We need Bobby, where the hell is he?" She watched as Sam went into another seizure, "Help me hold him." She pressed hard against his shoulder as Dean grabbed his legs, holding him as he came up out of the tub, incredibly strong, thrashing water and slush over the both of them. The scream, it was the sound that tore from his throat that brought the tears to her eyes and she watched the emotion echo on Dean's face.
They heard a commotion in the outer room, but neither of them could let go of Sam yet. There was a masculine yell, followed by a short feminine scream, then a loud crash just before Bobby stood in the bathroom door, Kate's arm in his hand. Kate wasn't struggling, and appeared to be barely conscious and hanging limply from Bobby's hand.
"What the hell are you two playin' at? Leaving this demon scum in the room unguarded, she coulda kill you." Bobby snorted, "Or me. You're both idjits." Bobby stared at them as they fought to keep Sam in the tub. "Dammit all to hell, Logan. How in the world did that boy end up like that." Bobby narrowed his eyes at Logan, "You promised me you'd never use it. You know what it can do and shit, looks like it's doing exactly what it's supposed to."
Sam began to relax under their hands and cautiously Dean released his hold. Even though they were running the air conditioner, had all the windows open and he was wet he was now sweating. He turned to face Bobby, only pausing to glare at Logan. "You two better tell me what's going on." Dean ran a hand over his face. "Sammy better make it through this." Tears stung his eyes and he then he frowned and motioned to the now groaning Kate. "Sorry 'bout her. We were planning on dealing with her after we got Sam sorted out."
Bobby gave half a shrug, "Pretty sure I can still deal with some low level demon, but a warning wouldn't have been out of line you know. Damn thing jumped me soon as I slid inside."
Logan stood, she was shaking and tears slid down her face. Her eyes were back to their normal blue and Dean could tell she was exhausted from the experience. She took a deep breath, "Uncle Bobby, it wasn't me." She glanced down at Sam and then at her watch, "We have about ten minutes before he seizes again." She looked over at Bobby, who was eyeing the struggling Kate, "I have something to show you, but lets secure her before I do that."
Bobby nodded, yanked Kate by the arm and all but dragged her out into the living area. Dean grabbed the small desk chair from the bedroom and tied her to it while Logan drew a devils trap with a piece of sidewalk chalk onto the wood floor. Dean and Bobby then placed the chair in its center, effectively securing the possessed Kate.
The sad part was, Dean knew she had no idea what was going on and though she was still semi-unconscious, he felt sorry for her. Dean turned to where Bobby and Logan stood. Bobby had his arms crossed over his chest and he was waiting for Dean to finish.
Bobby pulled his hat from his head and threw it onto the counter with a half mumbled, "Dammit, now one of you tell me what the hell is goin on."
Logan walked over to where she'd dropped her coat and reached into the pocket. She pulled out the gloves and carefully dumped the item on the counter. Then she pulled a dishcloth from the hook by the sink and picked it up, again she turned it over in her hands until she could easily see the engraving. F. McC.
Dean stared at the crossbow bolt and then up at Logan, "What the fuck Logan…I thought you said he was dead?"
Logan began to shiver and she nodded as the memory came back to her, "He is, or he should be…" slightly panicked eyes swung to her uncle. "I watched Uncle Bobby shoot him in the head. Then burn the building down."
Bobby rubbed a hand over his beard nervously, "I did. Shot him from less than five feet. Clean shot to the head and it dropped him like a rock." His eyes caught Logan's scattered gaze, "Had to, he was getting ready to hurt Logan again."
Dean saw the horror on Logan's face and he moved instinctively and protectively to her side, pulling her against him and taking the bolt from her hand. He looked at it, turned it over saw the runic spell engraved in smaller forms up the opposite side. The workmanship of the thing was spectacular. He was impressed. "What's the spell for?"
Bobby grunted, "Stupid fool Owen like to spell everything. Don't know why really, sacred iron and blessed ebony wood, would hurt just about anything. Won't kill it, but it'd hurt it." Bobby sighed, "Logan knows what it does, but that's not what's hurting Sam just now…it ain't helping, but it isn't what's putting him through hell, now is it Logan?"
Logan shook her head and then looked up at Dean, "He's been poisoned." Wild eyes swung to Bobby, "Please tell me you brought it. Please, on everything holy, tell me you brought it with you."
Bobby sighed and nodded, "Yeah, I brought it. Against everything I think is right, I brought it. Didn't know why you asked me for it, but someone must've been looking out for you."
"Whoa…hold on one minute. Someone's going to tell me exactly what this shit is doing to Sam and how he ended up shot with a crossbow bolt…" Dean held up the towel with the bolt and looked over at Logan, "…with your dead brother's tag on it. Because if Bobby says he shot him in the head, I know damn sure he finished the job with a salt and burn."
Bobby looked at his watch, "We ain't got much time before that boy starts thrashing around again, so I suggest we get a move on." Bobby reached into his coat and pulled out an old journal. It looked similar to the one John Winchester kept. He slid it across the counter to Logan, "It's in this one."
Sam heard voices, they were distant but he heard them. Somewhere inside he recognized them. The dull throbbing pain flowing under his skin, but each time he heard those voices he felt a bit calmer. The pain was still horrible, but it was a bit more tolerable. He was waiting for the seizure and that scared him a bit. That and the pain that would rocket through his head, but he knew it wouldn't be as bad. The dark things were letting up and the burning was fading away.
There was a voice, a feeling in his head, something nagging, but he couldn't focus on it. He did, however breathe slow and deep. Taking control of that one thing and suddenly other things started to fall into place. Breathe and focus, just like in the locker room…
The lights had come on and he'd heard Kate talking with someone. Then she'd screamed and the man stood before him. He saw the evil in his eyes. This man was tall, probably taller than Sam, broad shouldered and he had longish blond hair. His hands held a crossbow, loaded with a heavy bolt. The same thing that was piercing his shoulder. Sam watched the man, no he wasn't a man. He was different, something more, pure evil with a soul. Packaged in a pretty container, death with a killer smile. Sam shivered and he knew; this was a Nephilim.
Logan pulled the journal open and paged through it. She knew where it was, she'd read through every one of her parent's journals a million times. She sighed, "It really started out as a way for my father to get inside the head of a demon. He thought that if he could understand how they thought it would be easier to kill them. It's a mixture of an old black spell and the blood of a demon." Logan's eyes found Dean's, "a demon in its true form." Logan shook her head. "Before dad tried it they tested it. Used it on the monsters they fought. Dad never ended up using on himself. It was Finn who started putting it on his bolts, shoot a vampire, a werewolf, anything and you'd screw it up so bad they couldn't fight. It worked too, really well."
Dean slammed his hand onto the counter, "So what the fuck does it do to people. You know. I can see it in your eyes."
It was Bobby who answered, "She knows, but so do I. I know what Owen did. Amanda told me about how he used people he called throw-aways to test it. She told me how he'd grab a homeless guy, inject him and watch what happens." Bobby snorted in disgust, "They all went crazy, became just like the demons. Said and did things, fought hard against Owen. Hell, they even knew things only demons would know. Limited things, but it was there." Bobby rubbed at his face again. A sign of his growing agitation, "Owen was forced to kill most of them, until Amanda came up with an antidote. She was good with spells, picked up quick how to decipher them and then rewrite them so she could use them. She found it, and she used it. Saved a bunch of them from Owen."
Logan nodded, "It's in here, the antidote, but when you use it on someone possessed the poison does something else. It merges them…permanently. The demon and the body become one almost as if they were born that way. You kill one and you kill the other, for good."
Dean gasped and looked from Bobby to Logan, "Like the colt, the demon just dies?"
Bobby nodded, "Yeah, but you lose the chance to save the innocent. It's wrong and deep inside, you know it."
Dean nodded. "But what does that have to do with Sam. Just get the antidote thing going and help him."
Bobby grabbed Dean's hand, "Listen son, you told me what your father said to you about what you might have to do to stop Sam. Hell, John told me the same damn thing…We have no clue what will happen when we use it. What if it turns him into what they're hoping for? We could be doing them a favor."
Dean shoved away from the counter, "Fuck, what the hell are we supposed to do? What if we don't use the antidote? What happens to Sam?"
Sam watched the thing smile at him. "Oh, if only Azazel knew. It really is sad because you're so much more than even he thought you could be." The Nephilim rolled the crossbow around in a random motion, "By the way, I'm Finn."
Sam didn't know how, but he'd already known that. He watched the demon move and saw it smile. "You see Azazel was fighting my father…oh I don't mean Owen McCree, I mean my real father, Vetis. Great guy, I think you'd like him. Anyway, Azazel figures he can kill me. He actually possessed me," Finn shuddered, "Yuck…but in all honesty that was before I'd come into my powers. Azazel did me a favor, hurried up the whole process. Seems we need to finish maturing before we find out what we actually are. Well, have a demon use you for a day or so and it really speeds up the metabolism."
Sam felt warmth spread through his body and it surprised him. Finn continued to talk, while Sam focused on what was going on inside him. His fingers and toes were tingling. Something Finn said caught his attention, "…now my father wants you dead. Seems even though Azazel's gone he's worried you might get in the way, so I'm here to make sure you stay out of his way. So, I'm going to kill you. Hell, then I might just take that pretty girl out there for a spin or two." Finn waggled an eyebrow suggestively, "I did learn a thing or two from Azazel about how to treat a girl right…"
It was all Sam needed to hear. The roar rose in his ears and the heat pulled from his fingers and toes. With one thought, a wave of energy flew out, crashing into Finn and forcing him into the wall. He did manage to get a shot off, but the bolt hit Sam in the thigh. A glancing blow that didn't penetrate, but bounced off clattering to the ground. Finn stared at Sam, confused and then suddenly pieces of tile began to crash into him, slicing deeply as the shower of sharp slivers flew against him.
Sam somehow pulled himself from the wall. He stood with his hand held out in front of him, holding Finn to the wall. Finn was screaming, angry curses in ancient tongues spewing from his mouth. Sam thought it and Finn's left arm snapped. Sam smiled and immediately thought about the right arm, but he suddenly went limp as pain crashed through his head. He heard his brother, and he leaned against the wall with his eyes closed. When he opened them, Finn was gone and the room was black once again, but he was afraid...
Sam breathed deep and again focused on what he could actually feel. The pain hadn't started and the feelings weren't there. His eyes opened and then he wasn't afraid.
Logan was about to answer when Sam screamed from the bathroom. The three ran in only to find him standing dripping in the tub, his shoulder bleeding, but his eyes clear. His boxer's sticking to his legs and he was shivering…actually shivering as he leaned heavily against the wall of the tub panting.
Sam glared at the three of them, "What the hell is going on…it's fucking frigid in here."
Logan sighed and smiled, "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." She moved to help him out of the tub, and couldn't help but shiver when his cold arm found its way to her shoulder. "Welcome back to the land of the living."
Sam stepped out of the tub, trying to figure out what was going on. He was thankful that the pain was gone. Not all of it, but the shoulder and leg, hell even the bruises he could handle as long as the sharp pain in his head was gone.
Dean threw a towel around his shoulders and began frisking him dry with another like he was a child.
"Whoa, whoa…I'm not six anymore Dean and I'm pretty sure I can dry my own damn self." He yanked the towel from his brother's hand and wiped at his face. "Someone want to tell me what's going on…I was with Kate, then in the dark then there was pain and voices and things in my head. Next thing I know I'm waking up in a tub of ice."
They managed to get Sam out of the bathroom, but he stopped dead when he saw Kate tied to the chair. His legs suddenly went out and he almost ended up on the floor, but Dean caught him, steadied him and pulled him back up.
"Kate…what happened?" Sam asked confusion clear in his voice.
It was Bobby who answered, "Come on boy, even you aren't that stupid, but if you want I can have her drink some holy water?" Bobby sighed, "She's possessed and I figure we should probably exorcise the sonovabitch."
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