Chapter 15

They were drowning in demons in seconds, Dean had several concerning injuries, blood leaked from cuts and stabs. Sammy needed him, he chanted over and over in his head. The Archangel was injured as well but stubbornness was a good bandaid. A Yellow Eyed Demon smashed a sword down at Gabriel and the two tussled as a second demon dived for Dean. Two other demons lashed out with flaming whips, catching Gabriel's bleeding wings again and again. A white eyed demon was hovering above them, cooing at Dean and promising all kinds of torture. This demon was causing more problems than the others as he conjured hallucinations. Gabriel could see through them but Dean again and again gasped over an enemy that wasn't actually there. He had even conjured a demonic Sam clone.

They were overwhelmed and seconds away from being killed when hundreds of blinding lights filled the air around them. Gabriel gave a triumphant cry, driving his double blades into demons. The white demon was gone, and the Yellow Eyed bastards were picking out some of the larger balls of lights. Dean peered around, wishing for sunglasses when he realized he could see two of the angels true forms. One grand, huge one and one small, rather young looking angel. The big one had glorious white, golden stripped wings and a white tunic. He had a giant lance, each strike made the demons explode into dust. The smaller angel had black downy wings, (s)he lashed out with amazing accuracy, the angel almost dancing with the demons.

Then Dean was on the ground. He looked up, seeing Gabriel looking down at him, he nodded to the angel. The being saluted and opened his mouth, shrieking in that loud unknown language. Dean raced through Hell, the demons choosing to fight the angels, giving him free reign. He turned a corner and noticed two girls, demons in vessels. They were dragging a body down the corridor, blood smeared along the ground.

"Dean!" the darker haired girl shouted. Dean slid to a halt, raising his sword.

"How do you know me?" he growled.

"Hi! I'm Ruby, this is Meg. Let's get your baby brother out of here." Dean started forward, his mouth dropping open. Because… that COULDN'T be Sammy. Because this was a corpse. But that wasn't right, the corpse was raising his head weakly. The mouth opened and Dean gagged around rising bile. The poor creature's lips had been ripped away, his teeth stained, his tongue completely gone. This creature had a crown of thorns upon his head, which dived into his skull, and like roots, dug down into the body of it's host. A small wail left the creature and it lifted an arm in his direction, showing fingers rotted and gone.

"Sammy." Dean whispered, his eyed filling with tears. He was in front of Sam, helping him hold his head up.

"Careful for his jaw." The one called Meg warned, helping Sam wrap his arm around Dean. Sam was making a horrible sobbing noise as Dean cradled Sam in his arms. Dean looked up at the demons.

"Why are you helping us?" Dean demanded.

"We never wanted this. Sam was to be our king… not this." Ruby replied.

Meg shook her head, eyes sad. "We need a king. Not a puppet on a string."

Dean studied the girls before nodding. "You help me get Sam out of here and I'll leave you alone."

"Deal." They purred.

/SW/

They got to the wall, and Dean swallowed down fear. Sam was strapped to his back with ropes and chains. It was bordering on painful for Dean and it was agony on Sam's already broken body, but they had no choice. The two female demons were on either side of him, he didn't like trusting them but they had given him gloves to climb the wall. And Dean couldn't help but notice the outward curve of the demon, Ruby's belly. Dean dragged himself higher up the wall, grunting in pain. The climb was terrible, the pain horrific. The angels fought the demons and kept up a glowing, blinding wall around the Winchesters. The higher up they went, the harder it was to carry Sam. The grips for climbing became razor sharp, slicing into Dean's hands. He thanked Gabriel for making sure he wore the thickest boots he had as the bottom rubber was caught as well. Sam head rolled, his broken jaw hanging, drool, blood and tears soaked the back of Dean's shirt. Finally…. Finally they were close enough to the gate to hear human shouts and gunshots. Dean grinned, pulling himself faster, wincing as his palms pumped slick blood down his arms.

Dean watched Ruby pull herself up and out of Hell, other souls, and demons pushing around her. Dean heaved himself up, but let out a cry as a demon landed on him, grasping at Sam. Meg was there, stabbing out at the demon, hissing and spitting like a cat. Dean roared as the demon fell and it's claws shredded the skin along his ribcage. He immediately felt light headed, blood poured down Hell's wall. He could hear a roaring in his ears, his vision was going dark and he shivered even in the heat of Hell. He could hear shouting, Meg crying out, but he couldn't hold on any longer. His wet hands slipped, his eyes rolled back in his head. The wind blew through his hair. Behind him, Sam's mutilated body clung to his, a wail of fear leaving Sam. They were falling.