CHAPTER ELEVEN: Really, Dean? Really?
"You made burgers?" Dean asked incredulously, eyeing the sandwich in front of him with distaste.
Bobby looked generally offended as he whacked the demon upside the head with the spatula he had been using. "Eat the damn thing or don't." Bobby said, his tone light despite the ungrateful Winchester sitting at his table.
Sam snickered as he watched his brother rub the back of his head before taking a tentative bite. The demon's eyes widened with disgust as his cheeks puffed slightly. " 'M gonna be sick." Dean bolted to the bathroom as Sam almost fell out of his seat from laughing so hard.
"What's wrong with it?" Bobby went over to Dean's plate, not thinking there was something wrong with the amount of red still showing.
Jo let out a shrill scream as the demon barged into the bathroom while she was in the middle of getting dressed, fresh out of the shower. "Dean, what the fuck! Get outta here!" She demanded, smacking his back as he spit the contents of his mouth into the toilet.
As if just noticing Jo was only wearing a towel, he backed up awkwardly before he eyed Jo up and down. He sent her a flirtatious wink right before Ellen smacked him upside the end.
"Dammit if you guys don't stop doin' that!" He growled, eyes flashing black for a split second before he retreated from the bathroom.
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Although Sam enjoyed his stay with the hunters, he had to admit he was just waiting for the explosion. He wasn't stupid, he knew they couldn't go on like this forever, he was just afraid he or Dean would snap and end up regretting something.
As Sam watched the exchange between the mother and daughter and his brother, his heart clenched as he remembered his mom, wanting nothing more than her to be here beside him.
"Sammy, you need to stay here with your brother." Mary ordered, although her tone wasn't harsh.
The youngest Winchester groaned, crossing his arms with a huff as he tried to look intimidating. "But mooom, I wanna go! I've been practicing in the mirror." The young seven year olds eyes were full of excitement, wanting nothing more than to go out and close some deals.
Mary sighed, as she pulled her son into a hug, kissing the top of his head. "I know baby, but it's not time yet." Even though she'd never admit it, Mary wanted to keep her kids out of the demon life for as long as she could. As soon as she let them start making deals of their own, there was no going back. She pulled away, leaving her warm hands on Sam's shoulders as she smiled. "I'll be back in three days. Please don't drive your brother up the wall."
The youngest demon nodded sadly as his brother walked up beside him, placing an arm around his shoulder before giving him a noogie with his other hand. Sam squealed, pushing his brother away as Mary took one last glance at her smiling boys, closing the door behind her before they could see the tears falling from her face.
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John jolted up from the couch, waking up from his quick nap from the sound of Metallica being blasted from upstairs. After composing himself, he hesitantly walked up the stairs, not sure who would be playing his favorite kind of music.
Dean didn't hear the sound of his father knocking so he continued to lay on his bed, eyes shut, air drumming to the music like there was no tomorrow. John leaned against the door frame, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched his eldest son. Finally, after the old hunter cleared his throat multiple times, the demon's eyes flew opened and he caught sight of John.
The demon's cheeks turned slightly pink as Dean turned down the song tremendously, looking a little sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was uh-" He cleared his throat, standing up to turn it completely off.
"I was just coming up here to see who actually had a taste in music." John quipped, his tone light-hearted as he saw a smirk creep across his son's face.
Dean chuckled softly, turning to face his father. "Led Zepplin is pretty cool. Bon Jovi rocks, on occasion." The demon said, almost like he was waiting for John to disagree with him. Instead, the hunter lit up as he walked farther into the room, glad to have something in common with his son.
"Totally agree with you on that. I actually was the one who got your mother into this kind of music. Took her to her first rock concert."
"Mom? At a rock concert?" Dean said incredulously, not able to wrap his head around the idea of Mary head-banging with the man in front of him.
John laughed fondly at the memory, his eyes shining with adoration. "You kiddin' me? She crowd surfed."
Dean chuckled, the smile actually reaching his eyes at the mental image.
The smile instantly disappeared when a mini earth quake burst through the room, the tape player falling on to the floor.
"What the hell is going on?" John questioned, gripping the dresser for stability as the rumbling ensued.
"Fucking summoning." Dean's eyes switched to black, his instinct taking over. "SAMMY."
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"Real cute, real fucking cute." Dean snapped, eyeing the man in front of him. He glanced down at the devil's trap sapping his power before sending a worried glance over at his brother in a separate trap.
Sam couldn't quite place where they were; he just knew it must be some suburban area by the modern house they were ensnared in.
"I figured it was time to play dirty." A man with yellow eyes stepped towards Dean, his eyes flicking to Sam before he shoved the eldest demon against the wall, one hand firmly wrapped around his throat. The youngest demon went to charge forward, damning the painted marks beneath him.
"Wait your turn, Sam, gotta deal with big bro here first." Azazel purred before looking at the eldest demon.
"How did I know your demonic ass would be showing up soon?" Dean quipped through clenched teeth as he tried to pry the demon off of him.
"Dean-o, charming as ever. You can only imagine my pain when I heard you quit the dealing business." His grip tightened, no doubt leaving bruises on the eldest Winchester's throat. "You really think you can just walk away? Dean, this is your life."
"Let him go." Sam demanded, his eyes being enveloped with black as his nostrils flared.
"And little Samantha here is going to come save the day! Lucky us." Yellow eyes turned his attention to the youngest demon, still keeping a harsh grip on his brother. "I'm gonna ignore your comment, Sam and you wanna know why?"
Sam scoffed as he raised one eyebrow. "The suspense is killing me."
"Because I have a secret I'm just dying to share with you and your brother. Remember Mary? You remember Mary don't you Dean?" Azazel returned his gaze back to Dean, the eldest demon's lip twitching in anger as his eyes turned to obsidian orbs. "Anywhoo, that daddy of yours? Got her killed. Well, if you think about it, I was the one who ordered the demon to kill Mary but it was in order to get back at John." Yellow eyes explained, self-pride evident in his tone as he waited for a reaction. Dean's gaze grew defiant right before he kneed Azazel in his stomach, causing his grip to loosen.
"Dean!" The eldest demon turned to look over yellow eyes hunched over body as Sam pointed at a flower vase across the room. Dean bolted over a couch, tossing the vase full of water to Sam so he could wash the paint away and free himself. Azazel regained his composure right when Sam made his way over to his brother, one hand on his shoulder.
"This isn't over boys. There's a lot you don't know. Sam, I'll be seeing you again soon." The demon sounded so sure of himself, Dean could feel a small pit form in his stomach as he felt the familiar feeling of teleporting.
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"What happened?" Ellen asked worriedly as he eyed the purple and blue bruises around Dean's neck. The eldest demon made his way over to a chair, sitting backwards in it with his elbows resting on the back. He rubbed a tired hand down his face while Sam sat gingerly on the couch.
Jo could see the worry lines evident on both the brother's faces, but there was something about the way Sam looked a little guilty and scared that caught the blonde's attention.
"Yellow eyes happened." Dean spat, locking gazes with John. He watched as the old hunter physically stiffened, obviously knowing who his son was referencing. "Ever heard of him, John? You may know him as Azazel." The eldest demon asked with a hint of malice. They had just heard that there mom was killed because of John so Dean was having some trouble keeping his anger under wraps.
John swallowed before he shrugged casually. "I've heard the name in passing."
Dean stood up, forcefully moving the chair behind him. The sound of the seat hitting the desk caused Bobby, Jo and Ellen to jump.
"That's funny. Because he sure as hell knew you. In fact, he said you're the reason mom's dead." Dean shoved the hunter harshly, his brilliant green eyes shining with betrayal. The eldest demon had just started to actually trust the man only to find out he was what got Mary killed. Dean was on an emotional roller coaster and he wanted off.
"Dean, calm down!" Sam chastised, gripping his brother's shoulder roughly. The youngest Winchester moved to where he was in the middle of the two, turning his body to face their father. "Is it true? Did yellow eyes do it to get back at you?" Sam's voice was hopeful, wanting it all to be a lie.
John's face fell, failure in his eyes as he faced his youngest son. He nodded sadly as he struggled to find the words. "I was out hunting with an old friend when Azazel found me." He paused, clearing his throat as he saw pain flash in both of the brother's gazes. "He didn't like the amount of his kind I was exorcizing and when he found out I was related to you boys and that you had cut yourselves from Crowley, he wasn't too fond of me." He hesitated; wanting to make sure he worded this right. "He told me that I was disrupting his plan by trying to find you and that if I didn't stay away, Mary would pay for my disobedience."
Dean scoffed, his eyes turning black. "Let's guess, you didn't stop because you didn't think he would right?" He questioned accusingly.
"I thought I'd be able to find her and you boys before he did. I underestimated him. I'm sorry." John knew it was a piss-poor excuse for an apology but he didn't think anything he could say would make up for his actions.
Sam's brows furrowed in consideration as he digested all the information. "At least now we know who to get revenge on, right Dean? It wasn't dad's fault. Yellow eyes was probably going to kill mom anyways to get to us. You know our history with him." The youngest Winchester tried to diffuse the situation, hoping he could get his brother to calm down. John looked at Sam quizzically, curious as to what former history his sons had had with Azazel. Deciding now wasn't the best time to ask, the old hunter turned his gaze to Dean.
"Whatever." Dean shoved Sam away from him, stalking outside to his car.
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TBC
Thanks for reading! I hope you are enjoying it and if there are any specifics you want me to include in the story (no matter what season, person, scene, etc.) I'll be sure to make a note of it and try to incorporate it! Thanks to kasey123 (I doubt Dean would let John give him a hug, but hopefully they'll work up to it!), Nina Ferraro (ONLY 16 MORE DAYS!), LittleSilence (I hope the wait isn't too painful(: ), Babyreaper (Dean is a more action before thought kinda hunter so I figured he'd be the same as a demon. Sam will try to keep him on track.), Souless666 (I wasn't planning on it! Dean just really pushes John's buttons sometimes so he lashes out. I try to write John somewhat bearable since I didn't care for him in the actual show.) LeeMarieJack (Yes, he has. He's got quite the attitude on him.), and sonicblue99 (In case you couldn't tell, I love Jo so much and was quite upset she died. I may go a little auish and not have her die..) for reviewing! It means a lot!