Chapter 11-
Dean's name repeated in his mind. With each demon that introduced themselves, Sam felt more and more sick. Alistair, Lilith, Ramiel, Dagon, on and on it went. The picture in his head of his brother burned his eyes. Dean would be so worried. How long had it been? Sam's voice had changed some. He was now standing at six foot five inches, his hair was past his shoulders now, hanging in long curtains. His crown of thorns and gems sat atop his head, piercing his brow in some places. He was about 100 pounds heavier, he even had to shave now... Dean wouldn't even recognize him. How long had Sam been gone?
"Sam? Sam?" Azazel was shaking his shoulder. Sam blinked.
"I'm sorry. It's been a long day." Sam replied. Several of the surrounding demons chuckled and one shouted out.
"See? Some puny human can't lead us!" the demon waved a hand at Sam, scoffing.
Sam lifted his head, snarling. " You will not speak to me in that manner. Come forward, defiant one."
The crowd parted and the demon stepped forward. He wore a chocolate skinned young man. Handsome and almost as tall as Sam. The demon sneered but seemed nervous. "I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid to say that you will not be a good fit to lead demons."
Sam tilted his head, looking at the man, curious. "I could kill you with a flick of my hand… would you like to be my first kill before all the forces of Hell? I could make an example out of you."
"Prove to me that you can lead us and I will loyally follow." The demon replied, falling to his knees.
Sam's mouth curved. Next to Sam, Azazel whispered for Sam to slaughter the demon. But Sam had a better plan. "What do you call yourself, demon?"
"I am Caius." The demon said, his black eyes narrowed. Sam lifted his hand and grabbed the essence of the demon. He squeezed, pulling the demon from its host and with a flick of his hand, tossed the demon into the flaming ceiling. With another flick, the demon returned to his body, gasping.
"Well, Caius. Will you follow me? Or will you stand to be slaughtered?" Sam coolly asked.
Caius bowed low. "I will follow you, my king."
Azazel clapped then, drawing everyone's attention. "The Boy King needs to rest. Everyone out."
Sam sighed, so ready for a nap. "My king, come. Let's get you comfy." Ruby cooed. Meg gave a seductive grin, her cat like tongue trailing over his jaw, and Sam shuddered. His mind burned with a need to escape. But his body trembled with sinful cravings. He needed a plan, and fast.
Demons had definitely been there. Sulfur dusted several of the rooms, but that's the only clue they found for demons. Dean was convinced that they needed to go as deep as they could, into the depths of the house. John searched every room, Jim, Josh, Caleb, and Bobby helping. They had separated and paired up, Dean with John. Bobby with Jim. Josh with Caleb. Finally, after over an hour of careful searching, Bobby called them. They had found a dungeon. After back tracking and going down several flights of stairs, they entered a room. John and Dean froze at the bottom, a gate opened up into a massive room. The smell hit them first. They covered their faces with some awesome gas masks that Caleb had provided. Entering the dungeon, their flashlights made shadows dance grimly along the stone walls which were marred with stains. Blood, sulfur and charred marks littered the floor, walls and even the ceiling. The gate across from them hung open, one of the rungs broken. To Dean's left, the stone wall was filled with tally marks. Each mark a few inches long, there were dozens of them, hundreds… chains were littered here and there, hanging from the ceiling or coming out of the floor. Bits of flesh and bone, in varying states of decay littered the floor. Charred skulls hung suspended like a barbaric children's mobile. The charred marks went out in a circle, the center of the floor unmarred.
"What is this? What happened here?" John asked, sounding horrified, the heavy mask muffled his voice. His footsteps made horrid crunching noises as he accidently stepped on bits of brittle bone.
Bobby shook his head, "Dunno, but it don't look good."
Dean turned, stepping closer to the skulls. A sickening thought drummed in his pounding head. His hand brushed against the bone. "You don't think… could one of these be Sam?"
"I don't know, Dean. Let's get out of here. Look." John's eyes lingered on the smallest of the skulls, his eyes growing hot, shaking his head, he pointed to their right, in between two burnt out torches, was a surveillance camera, the lens glistening in the light of their flash lights. They followed the wire, which was thankfully untouched, the wires ran a long the outside of the wall due to the think stone. Entering the other gate carefully, they traced the wire up stairs. Finally it dipped into a hole drilled into the wall above a door. Bobby and Jim had called Josh and Caleb and the whole crew held their breath as they approached the simple door. Several feet from the door, the lights in the hall hummed to life. Everyone froze, looking around hesitantly, the lights began flickering.
"Dean. You go in and look at the footage. Caleb you go with 'im. We will stand guard…" John commanded. Dean and Caleb dashed to the door, unlocking it with their wires, and proceeding inside. A simple computer sat upon the desk, the screen was lit and not flickering. Caleb approached and made quick work hacking into the system.
"Here, Dean. We got it." Caleb announced. Dean peered at the screen and saw the dungeon. It was clean, almost unrecognizable. The footage was listed as June 4th 1999. It was sped up slightly. The time in the corner ticking faster than real time. Dean watched as the gate the farthest from the camera drew open. And Sam stepped inside. Dean's breath froze in his lungs. Sam had grown, even slumped in on himself and looking exhausted, Dean could tell. Dean knew his brother. Dean had changed dirty diapers and kissed booboos. Seven year old Dean had potty trained his brother. Dean and Caleb watched in growing horror as Sam killed the demon and began to drink from it. Three people approached, Sam cringed away from the dead body, fear in his green eyes. Dean's heart clenched in sympathy. The man grinned, turning his head to face the camera as he talked to Sam. Yellow eyes seemed to bore into Dean, his stomach churning. What took place next had Dean leaning over and vomiting up all the coffee he had drank that day. Over and over, he was forced to watch Sam battling it out with demon filth. Sam had broken bones, bruising and at one point, a deep cut along his right side, but as soon as Sam drained the demons, his injuries disappeared. The only injury that almost bested him was a badly broken jaw, the two female demons had to force feed the blood on him. About thirty minutes later, John, Bobby, and Jim joined them, Josh standing guard at the door. By that point, Dean was openly trembling, sweat and tears dripping down his face. In the video, Sam was driving a hooked chain into a demon's head, a snarl on his blood stained face. A soft scruffy fuzz covering his chin and his hair hanging in his face. John looked grim as he saw his baby bite into the demon's throat, then after decapitating the demon, lifted the head like a trophy. Finally, after two hours of watching Sam get a little bigger, a little hairier, a little more vicious, did it come to a dark end. The family watched as the demons who had attacked and raped Sam were ravaged by Sam himself. The anger and outward explosion sent the camera into a fuzzy grey, ripples going through it. It cleared quickly, a flash of Sam, his eyes a terrible yellow, then Sam was gone, in his place stood the Yellow-eyed Demon. The demon grinned, looking joyfully at the camera.
"Hi, John. If you are watching this, then you completed the video, that in itself is something to be proud of. Little Sammy becoming a monster must be terrible to see. He's mine now. And he's too far gone for you to ever get him back. He is my prized possession and if you come looking for him, I'll order him to kill you. This is your only warning." The Yellow-eyed Demon growled, his eyes twinkling. Then he too, was gone. No one seemed to have the ability to speak. They sat in a stunned silence, before Dean took in a raspy breath.
"Sammy… what did they do to you?"
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