A/N: I thought it was horrible of me to leave you all with the ending in that last chapter, so I wrote this one up right after so I could get it posted. Enjoy and expect the next chapter tomorrow!
Chapter 12
His methods were crude, but they worked. He watched his craftsmanship invade Dean and Kacey and turned to where Sam lay, now unmoving, but still in pain. He hadn't needed Sam in particular; one like him would have sufficed. However, the last one like Sam that he'd killed had somehow managed to reach the young man that lay at his feet.
That was all good and well, for it had made his mission simpler. He'd searched Sam when Jonathan had first made contact, and he had liked what he'd seen. He knew Sam would come when the first incident of communication took place. He knew it, because that was the type of human that Sam was. It had helped that the older one had stopped in Serenity. Jonathan had started the job; all he'd had to do was complete it. He'd summoned the psychic's spirit back from the land of the dead to lure Sam to him. He'd used Sam's goodness against him.
He had forced the contact between the two psychics and although Jonathan had presented him with some fight, he'd always been able to take the young man's trapped consciousness down and worm his way into Sam's mind. He'd always been in control. Mostly, yet when the dead boy had told Sam about the research, the dead one had been in complete control. The demon hadn't wanted that information to slip into the hands of the Winchesters, but it had and there was nothing he could have done to stop it.
It didn't really matter, though, because Jonathan hadn't found a way to defeat him, he'd only been gathering information. The young psychic had had a vision about him, after he'd first been pulled from the fiery depths from whence he came by a group of amateur mediums. The psychic had had a dream about it and had started researching him the very next day, but no method of defeat had been found.
The silent demon smiled through dry, cracked lips at the thought and hauled the young Winchester psychic to his feet. The boy didn't protest, but he tried to fight, the iron almost immediately slipping from his trembling hands. He dug his nails into the back of the young man and drew blood that seeped through the shirt and jacket the man had on. The struggling brother quickly fell still and lapsed into unconsciousness. The demon let him fall to the ground and then proceeded to drag him by the collar of his coat to where he wanted to go.
If all went well, the demon would reach his full potential by sunrise. Then he could proceed in summoning the most powerful demons on his plain of existence. However, to do that, he had to kill the Winchester boy and absorb his power. He had no compassion for humans. Generations of hunters, such as the brothers had killed off his kind one by one. He was the only one left and he wanted nothing less than to kill. He fed off of the hatred and anger toward his kind. He fed off of the determination to kill demons, and with each feeding, he grew stronger and could kill more. He wanted total destruction of the human race, and he was going to be the one to bring that to fall upon the people of the world. He was going to be the one, and he felt no resentment toward it. He didn't even know the meaning of the word. He cast his pale eyes back to the two men gasping their last breaths on the ground and smiled. The destruction started here, tonight and it would continue until there was nothing left.
He pulled Sam through the slicing underbrush toward South Serenity Graveyard, where his game would begin. He'd wanted the brothers at the Nature Park for the sake of isolation. Nobody wandered there after dark, nobody would hear the older brother scream, or the younger one yell as he weakened him. Sam wouldn't scream in the graveyard. He was too weak, the vision had drained him and that was exactly what the plan had been. He trudged on into the night, the young man being pulled behind him, to weak to even awaken.
Dean struggled to draw breath. His body shuddered against the cold ground as he slowly clawed his way back to consciousness. He stared upward, into the starry sky, dazzling with thousands of gems glimmering down upon him. He could feel his life betraying him; the bastard had poisoned him. He drug himself over to where Kacey lay, barely breathing and plunged his hand into his jacket pocket to retrieve his cell phone.
His eyes scanned the stained grounds and he noticed that something huge was missing. The demon had taken Sammy. The thing had captured his baby brother and he couldn't save him. He couldn't even save himself. He narrowed his eyes in frustration and hatred for the demon and the demon kind. They existed for nothing more than death, murder, and destruction. He knew that. His father had taught him that when he was just a boy.
His father, how Dean longed to see his father again. He opened the phone with a distant hope that a call he'd made when this demon had first shown itself had been returned. He'd made the call without Sam's awareness, and hadn't mentioned Sam's connection with it, or the visions. He hadn't been expecting to hear back, and looking at his screen, it confirmed it. He had no missed calls, and no messages. He fought the tears that threatened to slide down his helpless cheeks and hit the redial button.
The phone rang and the all-to-well known message greeted Dean's ears.
"This is John Winchester, if this is an emergency, call my son Dean: 866-907-3235." Then the dreaded beep of the message machine toned.
Dean licked his dry lips, took a shuddering breath and began to speak.
"Dad, it's me again." His breath stuttered in his chest and he took a wheezing gasp before continuing.
"I don't expect that you listen to my messages, but…" His voice faltered and he coughed to force air back into his lungs.
"We're in trouble. This demon…it's nothing like we've encountered…before. It's got Sammy…and I can't save him this time. I don't know how much longer I have…it got me, dad. The bastard took down Dean Winchester." Dean yelled out as pain slashed through his body and he pulled the phone from his mouth so his dad wouldn't hear the intensity of it.
He was panting when he brought the phone back into position.
"Incase you care…We're still...in...Serenity, the Nature Park. I'm sorry dad, but I couldn't save him… not this time. The demon took him away from me. I tried. He needs your help...cause I can't help him…as…much as I want to…I…can't... G'bye, dad." Dean replied weakly and struggled to take in breath. He wheezed through painful breath after painful breath. He was coughing and gasping as he hung up.
The phone slipped from his hand as he fell into the darkness that was slowly edging over him.
A/N: Okay, this chapter was shorter and likely not a much better place to leave you in than the last, but the next chapter will be soon coming. Hang in there and lemme know your thoughts on the matter. Particularly your thoughts on the direction I'm taking the demon and plot and the fact that I've pulled John Winchester into the mix. Until next time!
