Author's Note: Sorry about the cliffie in the last chapter. Please read, and when you do, please, please review. Or next time my cliff hangers are gonna be a lot meaner…
Chapter Six
The void continued sucking Sam into it. Sam felt his grip of the cold ground loosen as his hands slowly began slipping off the edge.
"Sam don't let go!" Dean yelled, using every bit of strength left inside him to move away from the wall. He succeeded, and darted over to Sam, grabbing his arm in midair. Dean got a tightened his clutch on Sam and began pulling him up. Suddenly, the evil, empty space jerked Sam down, forcing Dean to fall on the ground. Dean instantly got up, and continued playing tug-of-war with the force that was trying to suck his brother down.
"It's so funny," the demon appeared again, hanging over them in the form of a cloud, "How you two still think you have a chance." Again, Sam was wrenched down violently, almost sending him and Dean falling into the emptiness.
"Is this some kind of frigging game for you?" Dean shouted at the demon, "Why the hell are you doing this?"
"Because you told what happened that day I came to visit," it hissed.
"But I didn't break the damn promise," Dean argued, "You asked me to help you in a few years, remember?"
"And you will?" the demon let out a small sound similar to a cackle.
"If you leave my brother alone," Dean replied.
"Dean, don't," Sam whispered.
"Please," Dean begged the demon.
"Well, alright." The demon proclaimed. A gust of wind blew throughout the room, and pushed Sam and Dean into the blank space.
Dean was stiffly holding on to Sam's arm as they were falling through the air, the black demon cloud trailing right above them. Soon enough, they found themselves on the ground, in a place that was exactly like the nothingness, only with a bottom. Down here, the air was darker and thicker, and the humidity pressured them closer to the ground. The demon spoke; it's voice leaving a trail of iniquity "Sam, enjoy your stay at one of my favorite places. Dean, you are coming with me." The demon turned into a shady silhouette as it approached Dean. It rested it's coarse hand on Dean's shoulder, and vanished, taking Dean with it.
"Sit," the demon gestured towards a chair, which looked like it was made from human bones.
"I'd rather be pinned to a wall," Dean muttered under his breath.
"You have got a great deal of powers Dean," the demon began.
"Looks like you've got the wrong person. I don't have any powers," Dean tried not to throw up at the smell that was hanging in the room. It reeked of rotting flesh mixed with a great amount of alcohol.
"You have powers. You just don't know that yet," it explained, "That necklace I gave you, it holds all your power inside. As long as you are wearing it, you are worthless. And safe, for that matter." Dean examined the necklace, twisting it in his hand. "Take it off, and all you power goes back into you," the demon continued, "Of course, I could take that necklace and lock you powers in it, and keep it for myself, but that would be pointless. Nobody is able to use your powers except you."
"That's where you're wrong. I don't know how to use my powers either," Dean corrected.
"That's just why you're here. You will learn to, and as soon as you do, you will help me out with a few things."
Dean thought for a moment. The last while seemed so unreal to him that he didn't realize who he was talking to right now. He was in the same room with the demon – the demon that killed his mom, the demon who killed Sam's girlfriend – and that son of a bitch was still living and breathing, and even ordering him around. Dean knew he didn't have much other choices, so all he could think of to do was to cooperate with it for now, and as soon as he would get a chance, to destroy that demon, making sure it burned extra crisp in hell.
Sam literally sat in the middle of nowhere, having nothing else to do but stare at the dizzying air, and shut out himself into a world of deep thought. Sam felt it was his fault this was happening, not Dean's. Sam didn't know why the damn demon wanted Dean in the first place. He wished that Dean had just let him fall. It wasn't even that bad here.
Sam looked around. He spotted a hazy shape that he hasn't seen before, somewhere far out on the non-existing horizon. The shape moved a little, and then was still again. It shook, giving the sense of a soundless call for help. Sam didn't know what the shape was, but also, he didn't know how long he was going to stay here, doing nothing and seeing nothing, so he decided to go investigate what it was.
As he came closer to the shape, he could distinguish a person, a man. "Hey, hey, over here!" the man called.
That voice. Sam knew he would recognize it anywhere. "Dad?"
