A/N
Alright, I don't know Latin, so I didn't even try. Forgive a person. I said the last chapter would be the last two chapters ago, haha if that made any sense, but I lied. There's one more chapter. I'm going to finish this, I promise. And then back to Old Man Serra, which I'm trying to make longer for some of you because of a review I got. Hope you all like it, I'm trying to like it at the moment, but you know. It works. It's short, sorry, but I can't do better. Wow, I usually write the author's notes first, and this I added at the end because wow, this chapter sucks.
Chapter Fourteen
Right then Sam knew he had done the right thing. It's always hard, picking between what you want to do and what you should do. But Sam couldn't make that mistake, not today. The look that crossed Dean's face as realization struck him that Sam would indeed be leaving, and sooner than he hoped, had sent Sam into overdrive. He almost took it back. But he couldn't take it back, he just couldn't. He needed Dean to be scared, he needed Dean to think he had lost.
It happened in all of two seconds. Dean was so wrapped up in his thoughts for two seconds after the words had come out of Sammy's mouth that he had forgotten what he was doing. And all it took was two seconds, one little mistake. They had known the demon would be lurking. They had known the demon would look for any chance at all of finding a new body. And Dean had given it just that.
Sam struggled to move past Dean in order to get the door open again. He needed to put everything in place correctly just so it would all go right. Dean had begun struggling, screaming out in pain as his hands held his head, shaking it. As Dean fell to the ground, Sam swung the door to the closet open.
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"Fuck you Sammy, Fuck you!" Dean screamed. "You could've told me the plan. Yup, doesn't hurt to give the guy the plan does it? But no, we just have to do it your way. When I get out of here-"
Dean stopped talking after he realized what exactly had happened. Sam had picked at his one fear, and that had of course, allowed the demon to possess him.
"Great now I just got to figure out this fucking exorcism, and then I'm out of here," and that's when Dean realized that he had not memorized the exorcism. "Fuck Sam, I hope you have a plan b."
Dean stopped talking to look around. It was completely dark. He was standing in some sort of hallway sort thing, and one end was bright.
"They always tell you, don't go towards the light," Dean couldn't help but smirk at his own joke. "Alright, this is the last time some freak of nature gets to walk around with my money maker."
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Sam had a plan b. He knew Dean hadn't memorized the exorcism, so he had a plan b. There was only one problem, he didn't know if it would work. And right then was the time to start plan b. And that he did, he screamed.
"DEAN, IF YOU'RE IN THERE, GIVE ME A SIGN, ANYTHING. IF YOU DO, I'LL READ THE LATIN AND YOU GOTTA REPEAT IT BACK."
Sam had never prayed in his life, but for once he did. He prayed Dean could hear him, but more than that, he prayed Dean would show him. After deciding that yes praying would be used again, Sam watched as Dean fought with himself. His eyes were a deep shade of black, and Sam watched as they flickered between his actual green eyes and the demon's black pits. Sam took the only sign he could get. And then, he started to read.
It felt like forever to Sam. He could only sit back and watch, hoping Dean was winning. There was no way to get this sort of demon in a physical way unless it was possessing someone, and the only way to kill it was have the possessed person perform the exorcism. So Sam watched as Dean's body moved frantically. Sam kept his eyes directed at Dean's eyes, hoping at any moment that they would be green and stay that way.
And when Sam finally saw for a second the eyes turn green, and Dean drop to the ground, he knew it was in fact over.
