Chapter 8:
"NO!" Dean screamed again. The demon had Sam pinned against the wall, holding him high enough to lift his feet off the ground. Sam was struggling for the slightest amount of air, his face turning red. Dean felt helpless. For the first time in his life he didn't know what to do. He wouldn't be physically able to pull the demon off, but Sam was losing the battle. And quickly. Then Dean saw the pistol laying near him. He smiled his cocky smile when the thought struck him. This had to work, it was the only thing he could think of to do.
Sam's vision was beginning to blur. His lungs were screaming for air, but the grip around his throat was just getting tighter and tighter. All of his attempts to wiggle free from the demon failed. He could feel the life draining from him. The demon turned his face from his brother back to him and smiled. "Looks like big brother isn't going to save you this time. Such a pitty."
Sam was prepared for this to be the end. He closed his eyes, and with sadness and regret he accepted his fate. The demon squeezed tighter. 'Goodbye Dean' Sam thought. Then suddenly they heard it. Click. The sound of a gun being cocked. Sam snapped his eyes open. The demon loosed his grip, only slightly, but Sam was able to suck in a precious breath of air. They both looked to Dean. He was on his knees, smiling, with the gun pointed at his head. Sam's eyes widened in fear. What the hell was he doing?
"What do you think you're doing?" The demon asked.
Dean raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Let him go. Now."
"And if I don't. Are you going to kill yourself Dean? Save yourself the agony of seeing baby brother die? Are you going to just let him die, without even a fight?"
"The way I see it at this moment, we're both dead. You win." Dean's voice was cold and totally without emotion. He was determined. "But I'll be damned if I'll be a sacrifice. So if we're going to die, I'm going to die my way, and you can tell your precious god, or whatever, you lost your sacrifice. I think he'll be pissed. How about you?"
The demon didn't respond right away. Dean was hoping this was a sign he was right. "You wouldn't do that Dean. If you kill yourself, your baby brother is going to die an even worse death."
Dean let his eyes fall to the floor. "I don't think I could stop that now anyway."
The demon had actually released a little pressure on Sam. This human had him. He couldn't loose the sacrifice. Time was running out. He needed to kill the human by dawn. Then the demon smiled again. He was a mere human, with emotion, and fear. He wasn't going to kill himself.
Sam couldn't believe what was happening before him. What the hell was Dean doing? He couldn't be serious. But then Sam really looked at his brother and saw the look in his eyes. He was serious. Sam's mind reeled. What do I do? Then he saw his brother look back up, at him.
"Sorry Sammy. See you on the other side." His finger began to squeeze on the trigger.
Time seemed to slow down. The demon must have been surprised and really thought Dean was going to do it because he let go of Sam and spun around. Sam dropped to the floor and gasped for air, inhaling as much as he could. But he only took a second. He looked at Dean and saw that he almost had the trigger down. "No Dean!" Sam screamed. Fear, panic and anger flooded over him. He screamed again, "NO!"
Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, the gun flew from Dean's hand and fell to the ground, far away from him. "What the hell?" Dean said. The demon began to rush towards Dean.
"Stay away from him!" Sam yelled. And then the demon was flying across the room, smashing into a wall and falling to the ground. Sam ran to his brother. He quickly grabbed the salt from the bag and encircled them and stood in front of Dean. He then began to chant in latin. The demon, knowing what was about to happen, got up and charged toward the boys. Only to be thrown back again. Sam continued to chant, frantically, barely pausing for a breath. Each time the demon got up he was hurled back again. Sam's chanting came faster now, and louder. The demon continually being thrown across the room, smashing furniture and walls.
Dean sat in awe, looking back and forth between his brother and the demon. What the hell was going on? His brother was like a man possessed. The latin spell was spilling from his mouth quicker than Dean could even make out the words. And the demon never even had a chance to get close to them. Everytime it got up, it was sent hurdling through the air again. Then it hit him. Sam was using his powers. He was saving thier lives. And the power that was eminating from him was downright scary. Dean couldn't believe this was his little brother. Little Sammy who always needed Dean to comfort him and chase away the darkness. Now it was Sammy who was keeping the darkness away from Dean.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity Sam spoke the final words of the spell and all fell quiet. An eerie quiet. The calm before the storm. The demon stood and looked at the boys smiling. "Is that all you have little one?" He began to move towards the boys. But this time Sam didn't send him flying. Instead he smiled and said, "Go back to hell." And with that, the spell kicked in. The demon screamed, and suddenly burst into flames. It burned, shrieking and flailing, until all that was left was ash.
When it was finished Sam looked down at Dean and smiled. Then his eyes fluttered and he collapsed into his brothers arms.
Okay, so only one more chapter after this! Hope you all enjoyed this one. Hopefully last one will be up tomorrow. Thanks for reading and for all the reviews!