Sam didn't let himself think too much about what had happened, they could deal with that later after Jack was saved. He just came forward and held his hand out, throwing Nick further away from them before he reached Jack and kneeled in front of him.
There were tears in Jacks eyes as he stared down at him, voice shaking and cracking as he whispered Sam's name once more.
"Hey kiddo." Sam said with what he hoped was a reassuring smile as he reached for the ropes that were keeping Jack to the chair, wishing that he had his knife with him. "You okay?"
Jack nodded rapidly, a few stray tears escaping his eyes. "You came." he whispered. "You're here."
"Of course." Sam said, glancing up at him, reaching up to cup his cheek tenderly. "Jack, you're family, of course we would come to get you."
A choked sound escaped Jacks throat before his eyes went over Sam's shoulder and widened. Before he could even say anything Sam reacted, grabbing him and moving him with him just as Nick came forward, slashing his knife where they had been.
Sam grabbed the ropes and yanked them down as hard as he could to try to free Jack, letting go so that he could face Nick head on.
Nick had a snarl on his face, every part of him twisting into something terrifying and monstrous like.
"Perfect vessel, his so called perfect vessel." Nick snarled, eyes bloodshot and his entire body trembling. "What's so damn perfect about you, nothing."
Lucifer, a corner of his mind told him as Sam slowly circled around Nick, keeping a fair amount of distance between them. He was talking about Lucifer.
Disgust curled inside of him and Sam couldn't help but allow that to show on his face. Disgust mingling with hatred, a hatred he reserved only for Lucifer.
"We gave you a chance at life again. After it was taken from you." he said. "And you choose to throw it away. You killed people, for nothing."
Nick lips curled upwards in a semblance of what could be called a smile. "Did what I had to do." he said simply. "To get back to Him. To get Him back to me. If it meant spilling some stupid blood, then so be it."
"You were trying to bring Lucifer back to life?" Sam asked, hands shaking and feeling small bits of blood falling from his nose. "The thing that destroyed so many lives? That destroyed yours?"
Sam easily dodged the attempt at an attack, Nick slashing his knife wildly in the area he had been in.
"Don't you dare talk about Him like you understand Him." Nick said, holding the knife up warningly. "You don't get to have that right."
"No, I don't want to talk about him like that." Sam said. "I'd rather talk about how he died, by my brothers hand, cowed and destroyed, screaming as his son refused to play his game."
This time when Nick moved to attack him Sam grabbed his arms and wrists, twisting and bending the both of them enough to grab the knife out of his hand, throwing it far to the side.
Jack had finally managed to rip the ropes off of him, throwing them to the ground and going to Sam, staying just a few inches away to give him room but staying at his side.
He had to think this logically, he needed to understand and realize the facts.
Nick was dangerous. He had kidnapped Jack, had killed multiple people, and was willing to do anything he had to to bring Lucifer back to life.
Lucifer coming back meant everything they had done to kill him was for nothing, including Dean letting Michael into his head and everything else that happened afterwards.
No matter what if Nick came out of this warehouse alive, he'd try again and again. More people would be killed, more blood would be spilled, and in the end he'd constantly be terrified of Nick succeeding in bringing Lucifer back.
They had to be lucky every time. Nick had to be lucky only once.
It was hard. It always was no matter what. Regardless of what Nick had done he was still a human being, and that...
That always left a horrible taste in the back of his mouth.
Glaring at the man Sam brought his hand up to wipe at his nose, barely registering the blood that was dripping from it before he gave a pause.
"Jack, turn around, don't look, cover your ears." he instructed firmly. He watched from the corner of his eye as Jack looked at him. "Do it."
He gave Jack a moment to do as he was told and then he lifted his hand, concentrating on a part of his mind and soul that he hadn't in a very long time.
It was like muscle memory, everything falling back into place where it belonged. Parts of his mind flared to life once more as if they never went to sleep.
He remembered using this to exorcise demons from human hosts, leaving the humans alive in the process. Back then he focused on pulling and extraction, a simple task that involved separated smoke from soul.
This time he focused on bone, gripping it tightly. And then yanking it as hard as he could to the side.
Nick had one moment to widen his eyes in realization of what Sam was doing before his neck was snapped, the sound filling the warehouse before his body crumbled to the ground in a dead heap.
Slowly Sam brought his hand down, breathing heavily, staring at the body. He wanted to feel a bit triumphant, wanted to feel at the very least a job well done.
But all he felt was remorse. For Nick, for Jack, for the people that Nick had killed. Shaking his head he turned to look at Jack who was still turned away, hands on his ears and no doubt eyes closed.
Taking a deep breath Sam went to the table where a mess of things, including gasoline and matches. He moved quickly doused Nick in the gasoline and lighting it up, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible.
Once Nick was burning and the fire was contained, Sam went and touched Jacks shoulder. The kid flinched but then let his hands fall from his ears, turning to look at him.
"Don't look back." Sam said softly, hand on the small of Jack's back and guiding him out of the warehouse. "C'mon, let's go home."
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