I'm breaking this chapter into two parts, mainly because it would've been too long to smash it all in one. I'll try to upload the second part ASAP! Thanks for reading!

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: Snowballing Part One

Bobby slid into the kitchen seat across from the distressed demon, setting a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. "Have you found anything?"

Disregarding the cup completely, Dean leaned back in his seat and sighed as he rubbed his forehead worriedly. "You mean besides a whole new level of frustration?"

The old drunk chuckled softly, eyeing the anxious older brother. It had been two days since Azazel had taken Sam and they were no closer to figuring out where he had gone. "Have you tried summoning him? Either of em'?" Bobby questioned, his brows knitted together in thought.

"Yeah, somehow both of them aren't showing up. Which is never a good sign." Dean admitted regretfully as he glanced around the room, noting the now empty stool his father had been perched on for the past three hours. "Where's John?"

Bobby stiffened, his hand tightening around his own cup of jo before he met the demon's curious gaze. "He left."

"Heading out?"

John paused, rough hand grasping the front doorknob. With his plan of leaving unnoticed down the drain, the old hunter turned his body to face his friend. "Just goin' on a beer run."

Bobby looked unconvinced as he eyed the obviously full duffel slung over John's shoulder."Mind leavin' that here then?"

"Bobby…" He began only to be cut off.

"One of your boys is missin' and the other is about to lose his head with worry and you're just gonna get up and leave?" The capped hunter accused, keeping his voice low.

"My wife is out there. I don't expect you to understand." John remarked, instantly wishing he could take it back when he saw the hurt flash across his friend's features.

Bobby's jaw set as he tried to not smack the incompetence out of the old hunter. Instead, he turned his back and walked to the kitchen.

Dean stopped and blinked, digesting the information before he shook his head. "Left as in, to go take a leak or left as in abandoning father?" He asked bitterly, not trying to hide the venom in his tone.

The hunter shot him a disapproving look before adjusting his cap, looking just as aggravated at the elder Winchester as the demon was. "Left as in he wanted to go track down Mary." He stated simply, not missing the way Dean's body straightened at the mention of his mother.

"He's not going to find anything." The eldest demon said sorrowfully. Hell, he really couldn't blame his father for leaving. Dean himself had almost left multiple times wanting to know more about what happened with his mom. But, the demon actually felt a sense of responsibility for people around him. The demon shrugged, trying to seem casual as he stood up. "Well, I guess I can't say I'm shocked he left us again. But, what can you do?"

Bobby rose to a standing position so he could look Dean in the eye. "He'll be back. Have a little faith."

The demon pursed his lips as if he was considering what he had been told. After hearing the sound of a truck's engine being cut off, he smirked before turning his back on the hunter to go meet Ellen and Jo outside. "I haven't lasted this long by being stupid."

….

The cool October wind whipped at Sam's hair, the loose strands tickling his face. He batted voluntarily at his cheek, not ready to wake up from his peaceful sleep. Just as he was about to drift back into the welcoming abyss of unconsciousness, a familiar sweet smell penetrated his nostrils.

Bolting upright, suddenly awake, Sam searched the room frantically for the source of the smell. His feral gaze landed on the smug looking demon who was sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room, holding a silver flask in his hand.

"Hiya, Sammy. Have a nice nap?" Azazel questioned, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The youngest demon tried to recall what had happened. For some reason, how he got here was fuzzy.

"Think hard Sam. It'll come to you." The Yellow Eyed demon quipped, looking amused.

Sam thought, trying to figure out why Azazel was so smug.

And then it hit him like a ton of bricks.

Flashes of Dean being held by the yellow eyed demon, Sam saying fine and his brother getting knocked to the ground passed across his vision. He remembered Azazel bringing him to this abandoned town and then…

"No…" Sam breathed, not wanting to believe the memories of the past two days coming back to him.

"Drink it, Sammy. It'll make you big and strong."

"No." The youngest demon said defiantly, his hard gaze never wavering from the man in front of him carrying the same flask Sam had seen him holding when he woke up.

Azazel chuckled darkly, confidant as he took a step towards him. The youngest Winchester took a reflexive step back only to back into a dresser. Sam glanced hungrily at the flask, knowing the contents of it.

"Fine, if you don't want it…" Azazel tossed the flask over his shoulder carelessly, watching with eagerness as the youngest demon quickly vanished and reappeared, his new position on the floor clutching the flask as he emptied the crimson liquid into his mouth.

Sam could feel power radiating through him as he sat on the worn mattress, trying to digest the information that he had been downing demon blood for the past forty-eight hours.

"Oh, don't be that way. It was very productive." Azazel could see the hatred in Sam's features but also didn't miss the longing that was there. He tossed the flask in front of the demon on the bed, standing up slowly from his chair. "I'll be back soon with another batch."

Sam barely even heard the yellow eyed demon leave the room. He was too distracted by the silver container.

….

"Well?" Dean asked as he walked outside, meeting Ellen as she climbed out of the old truck, Jo following shortly behind.

The brunette looked conflicted, not sure if her news was good or bad. "I asked a good friend of mine to look into it. He thinks he might know where your brother is."

"Wait," the demon started as he rubbed his eyes with his pointer finger and his thumb. "You told some hunter about what was going on?" He snapped unintentionally.

Ellen gave him a hard look before explaining. "I told him I heard a rumor some demon was kidnapping people. Asked him to keep a look out."

"You realize," Dean began, losing his patience. "That if he goes to try and take care of it himself what he'll find is my demon brother sucking Azazel's blood right? He'll waste them both!"

"Maybe he didn't give in, Dean. Sam's strong, he can pull through." Jo tried to reassure, returning the eldest demon's glare he shot her.

Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair as he returned his attention to Ellen. "Where?"

….

"Let me out!" Sam pleaded, banging on the wooden door with his fists. He had been doing it for the past hour, waiting for Azazel to show up with more blood.

Was that really the only reason Sam wanted Yellow Eyes to return? For another hit?

The more the youngest Winchester thought about it, he wasn't too concerned with getting back to his brother. He was focused on getting something to satisfy his hunger.

"Sammy, careful." Azazel began, appearing behind the demon, sitting on the same chair as earlier. "You'll break the door down."

"I need more." Sam demanded, taking a threatening step towards him. The yellow-eyed man put his hands up in a surrendering gesture, slowly taking out a slim glass vial from his jacket pocket. The youngest demon eyed it with disappointment, wishing there was more.

"Ah ah ah." Azazel chastised when Sam tried to take the vial from him, yanking his arm back. "First you have to do something for me."

….

"Cold Oak?" Dean asked with exasperation as he and the three hunters barreled their way down the country road. "Why the hell is he there? Isn't that some ghost town?"

"I don't know. I mean, it's secluded. If I were to kidnap someone, I'd go there." Jo pointed out from the passenger seat, earning a strange look from the driver.

"We're almost there. I'd give it an hour." Ellen added from the backseat, frowning as Dean gripped the steering wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

….

"You want me to do what?" Sam asked, eyeing the low-life demon Azazel had strapped to a chair in an empty room on the other side of town.

"See, Sammy. Demon blood is better than Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals; it makes you big and strong!" The yellow eyed demon waltzed to where he was behind the trapped demon, resting his hands on the grunts shoulders. "All you got to do, is kill this pathetic excuse for a monster. Can you do that Sammy?"

The youngest Winchester's brow furrowed in confusion and fear as power bubbled in his gut. He knew deep down that he could kill the demon in front of him, but how?

"Just concentrate." Azazel encouraged, eyeing Sam with anticipation.

It was like natural instinct took over as the young trainee raised his right hand, palm facing the demon tied down. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused, imagining what he wanted to do, feeling the surge of strength flow through him.

Sam cried out in pain, gripping his head with his left hand where a headache started to form, completely ignoring the blood that was gushing from his nose as he tried to maintain the hold he had over the demon. Although the youngest Winchester couldn't see it, he could hear the man yelping in pain, his features flashing bright orange.

Finally, Sam couldn't take it anymore and let his hold over the man die down, collapsing to his knees as he panted, feeling physically and mentally drained. His gaze drifted up to the man who had a smug look on his face, obviously enjoying the fact Sam couldn't kill him. Glancing up at Azazel's satisfied look, he figured he must've down something right in his eyes.

….

TBC

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