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Chapter 5 - Demons monologue
Sam stared at the bikers. He was really outnumbered. But then again, they weren't driven by the fierce determination and anger that only a Winchester could have after finding out their brother had gone missing.
Sam lunged at the men, handing out his right hooks and kicks to the gut. But upon seeing their mates go down, the bikers created a circle around Sam, completely trapping him. After taking down 4 of them, they just seemed to crawl out of the woodwork.
Sam's vision was increasingly turning a worrying shade of yellow and red, and Sam knew he didn't have long before he collapsed. He also knew these people had something to do with his brother, and he was gonna find out what.
"Where's my brother?" Sam snarled at the men. Something wasn't right. Why weren't they attacking? Sam realised why. Because he was collapsing all on his own.
"NO!" Sam shouted more at himself then at anyone. He was going to find out what was going on. And what had happened to his brother. He knew Dean wouldn't abandon him of his own free will.
The black eyes of the bikers were pushing him down, by some unknown force. Sam felt his knees give out underneath him and he collapsed to the floor. Yet he still remained upright. Well as upright as he could in his current circumstance. The biker in front of him sighed dramatically.
"This is gonna hurt" And with that he grabbed a piece of lead piping and with full force hit Sam around the head. He fell unconscious.
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Dean groaned. His head was throbbing painfully, and when he tried to reach his hand up to touch it, he also realised he was bound to an iron pole. Great. Could things get any worse? Yes they could apparently, as he found his mouth was also gagged.
After 5 long minutes of disorientation, dean's vision slowly began to clear. He quickly inspected his current accommodation. It was not very nice. It seemed they were in an abandoned house. Dean sniffed. Yep, in the middle of nowhere. How cliché. You'd think they'd come up with something original for Christ's sake!
As he slowly began recollecting his thoughts, he remembered Sam. And the old dude. And his Impala. Geez! How was Sam supposed to find him here? Or how was he supposed to find Sam while attached to a pole.
Hang on a second. He's said 'we' before. Upon closer inspection he noticed another man across the room from him. Dean's eyes widened in shock. He recognised that mop of brown hair. And from the way Sam's head was against his chest he knew Sam was unconscious. He also noticed with increasing worry the head wound.
A door opened and dean squinted in the harsh rays of sunlight pouring in. They soon disappeared though and a man was standing in front of him. Well it appeared to be a man.
"Hello Dean, and welcome back" the man's face was still in shadow but Dean could imagine the sneer on his face. After waiting for an answer he chuckled to himself when he remembered he had gagged him. He roughly yanked it from his mouth.
"What the hell have you done to my brother?"
"All in good time Dean. Now, I think that you're thinking who the hell am I? Well Dean, I'll put you out of your misery shall I?"
"Oh please do! You know I've always wanted to hear a monologue from a demon! Please go right ahead! Don't let me stop you!" Dean said sarcastically.
The demon sharply backhanded him across the face. There was a resounding dong as Dean's head hi the pole.
"Son of a bitch!"
"As I was saying. Around 10 years ago I was an extremely powerful demon. I was worshipped by many and I fed on the emotions of humans, I needed it to survive. I became so powerful that I started drawing unwanted attention to myself. So I went into hiding. Only my faithful followers knew of my whereabouts. Yet, I was hunted. I was tracked down and this person killed all my followers. My family. He then came along and exorcised me back to the hell I had come from. Yet there was hope. I had an inkling of power left, and some kind soul in hell gave me a second chance. I returned to earth and laid low for 6 years. I was forced into hiding when I should have been pampered. I scavenged what little I could and became weak. But I was alive. Then, on some fortunate day, as I walk along the edge of the forest, I pick up a scent. A human full of so much raw and intense emotion and I almost passed out. I stalked the human and I found him upon a bus. The bus stopped at this diner and he gets out.
"He was lonely, scared, angry, determined, and confused and so much more. He was perfect for my feast. I went into the Diner disguised as an old man. The one skill I had left. I sat in the booth next to him and I slowly fed. He thought nothing of it, and while he grew weaker and more tired, I grew stronger. He then left, but I had enough strength now to start rebuilding.
The demon had now sat down on a chair that had somehow appeared. And while Dean was listening intently he was also trying to undo his bonds. He was also fairly sure of who the demon was talking about.
"Anyway about a few months later I get another human driving my little resting place. I recognised him, but it wasn't the same human as before. Oh no. This was someone different yet the same. They were family I realised. This one had its own car, and was in the Diner also. I went in and once again I fed. I had underestimated this one though. It was strong, and had many emotions and all of them powerful, worry, anxiety, and a deep fear that I was anxious to feed upon. Yet, alas, he sensed my presence and I fled. But he pursued me and I feared for my life. Luckily however he became distracted elsewhere and I was safe once again."
"Now Dean my boy, imagine my surprise when the other family member came along. I was pleased to say the least, as this would surely be the last time I would have to feed like this. With all three family members I would become complete. All their emotions were connected, and the bond between them was sensational. And so I fed. I fed on his worry also, his anger, his hatred and his desires. He also passed it off as fatigue. But my feeding on him, that was the most pleasurable. Because he was the one who had killed my family and exorcised me. And the fact that I had fed on his family, well I must say it was one of the most memorable days of my life. "
Dean had given up the fight to get free a long time ago.
"Dean my boy" the demon said leaning in closer. "You want me to tell you a little secret?"
"Not really but I get the feeling you're gonna tell me anyway"
"That family that I fed upon. Their surname is the Winchesters."
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