DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN SPN
Chapter 12-
Sam's brain wouldn't shut off that night. He had a long hour or two of pleasuring the two demons and they were wrapped around him still. He wanted to find a way out of Hell but where would he start? He was trapped. If it wasn't the walls of Hell itself, then it was Azazel. If it wasn't Azazel then it was the girls nipping at his throat. The female demon Lilith had hinted at having Sam to herself. Sam was surrounded by Succubus demons and he was sinking under their control quickly.
Sam shut his eyes trying to tune out the humid, warm air of Hell and the two naked demons on either side of him. He was sixteen! This shouldn't be happening to him. Ruby nipped him, her demonic fangs piercing his flesh. He swallowed hard, taking a deep breath.
"What's the deal?" Meg asked, straddling his hips.
"Just tired. And you aren't helping." He lied, adrenaline pumping through him.
"Well. We will leave you to your rest then." Ruby hissed, her tongue trailed down his throat. A breathy gasp escaped him and she laughed.
"Quit teasing him. Let's go." Meg chuckled. The two girls quickly left him in his private quarters and he sighed. Finally he could think. How does one get out of Hell?
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Dean, Jim, Bobby, and Caleb had gone up to Bobby's house after that discovery. Dean didn't speak. His eyes stayed swollen and red, tears collecting in his eyes, exploding out in a rage. Some poor inanimate objects shattering under Dean's grief. His pain was almost physical. His whole body throbbed, his chest and stomach ached. His family was gone. John had ran off immediately, and Sam… was Sam still human?
John was the opposite. But everyone knows how John is. He seethed on the inside. His already stone heart solidifying under another layer of grief-stricken rock. He had to find the Colt now. He had two Yellow-Eyed Demons to kill. God grant him the strength to end his youngest son's suffering.
Bobby and Jim dove into the books immediately, upon entering the house. They had sent Josh to follow John. And Caleb was sticking to Dean like glue. Someone has to watch them, they're Winchesters after all. The two men found Exorcisms, Devil's Traps, and other ways to maybe "kill" a demon but no way to save a demon. Jim shed several tears during the process. Tough, old Bobby broke down and spent several minutes sobbing into a bottle of whiskey.
Dean was doing the same outside a liquor store. Caleb sat next to him, not touching him, not speaking. Dean would only lash out. Snow drifted around them in lazy flakes and Dean was shivering, his face red. He hasn't worn a jacket. Just as Caleb was building up the courage to talk Dean into getting up, Dean tipped over and vomited. Caleb grabbed his shoulders, keeping the kid from falling into his sick. Dean shoved him off, standing on trembling legs. Caleb stood as well, getting ready to catch his friend. But instead of falling, Dean ran into the deserted street.
"Sam!" Dean howled. He twisted in a circle, screaming into the blowing snow. Caleb's stomach clenched, his heart breaking for Dean. "Sammy!"
Caleb grabbed Dean as the young man collapsed to his knees. His howls for his brother disturbed animals and people. Caleb herded Dean into his truck and hurried away before anyone called the cops, his hands shaking.
A shooting star soared through the sky that night, spitting blinding blue and white light behind it. People the next several days would speak of aliens, space ships, and other ideas. Very few got it correct. After all… who would guess an archangel was flying above South Dakota?
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AUTHORS NOTE- So I can either wrap this story up in the next 5-10 chapters or I can extend it longer. If it extends for longer it will take another dark turn. What do you think?