This chapter was a long ways coming but I was able to fit quite a bit in it! The boys and Cas go after the pregnant possessed woman and try to stop another antichrist from being born. Thanks for reviewing and for reading! Enjoy. :)
I also just noticed that today (it's 1/20 here when I posted this) is the 1 year anniversary for this story! I can't believe it's been going on for this long! I'd say give it another 6 months and this story will be complete, maybe a bit less. Then I will get to work on the sequel. Thanks for those who have stuck with me throughout the year and those who have joined along on the ride! :)
Sam was dreaming, he knew he was, but that was okay. He and Dean were exploring the Grand Canyon. Dean kept running ahead of Sam and using his demon powers to move rocks and obstacles out of the way.
"We're gonna explore sections of this place that no lame explorer ever got near," Dean said and pushed at a boulder with inhuman strength, causing it to tumble down, freeing their path.
"I am going to take you here one day," Sam told his dream-brother. "After Lilith, we're going to visit and do just this."
Dream-Dean turned around and glared at Sam with black eyes. "What are you talking about? We're here right now."
Sam was just going to ignore his dream brother until Dean suddenly walked over to him and started pushing him.
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" Sam asked, trying to laugh it off and pushed Dean right back.
"Sammy," Dean said, pushing him some more.
"Quit it, Dean. You're not funny."
Dean didn't stop. "Sammy, come on man. I don't want to be alone in here, I'm creeped out."
Dean pushed Sam harder, and the younger Winchester felt himself falling backwards, he was about to fall off the cliff….
Sam woke up mid-scream. The sensation of falling was still there and Sam realized he was falling off his bed. For some reason, falling out of bed was always terrifying, that feeling of having no control just as you're coming back into consciousness….
But Sam never fell; he opened his eyes to see Dean's black ones gazing down at him, a smirk on his face.
"Don't worry Mister I-Think-I-Can-Fly, I caught you before you could crack your head open." Dean helped maneuver Sam back onto the bed.
"What?" Sam asked, rubbing at his eyes.
"You decided to take a swan dive off the bed, but big brother was here to save you."
Slowly, the memories of Sam's dream came back. "You…you pushed me!"
"Uh-uh. I was just trying to shove you awake. You kept pushing me away and then leapt for the floor."
Sam pouted, scooting back under the covers. "I did not," he muttered sheepishly.
"Did too, you were out man. Must have been dreaming pretty deep." Dean paused for a moment. "Good dream, I hope?"
Sam smiled. "Yeah, it was a nice dream."
Dean wagged his eyebrows suggestively. "Ohh really, how nice exactly?"
"Not in that way, you perverted freak! " Sam groaned.
"You sure about that?"
Sam wanted to gag. "Trust me Dean, I'm positive. Why the hell did you shove me awake anyway?"
Dean crouched on the ground near the side of the bed that Sam was lying on and peered over the edge. It reminded Sam of when they were children and would do the same thing, pretending to hide from the imaginary 'bad guys'.
"Angel-boy is freaking me the hell out."
Sam turned around. There was no way Castiel would still be….
He was still standing there. In the same exact position.
"How long have you been up?"
"About an hour. Took a shower, got dressed and attempted to clean some guns, but I just CAN'T when he's just standing there like that. It gets me nervous."
"And he hasn't moved at all?"
"Not an inch."
Sam huffed. "Well, I can see why you didn't want to be up alone now."
"I told you." Dean pushed at Sam's shoulders.
Sam reluctantly got out of bed. "I guess I might as well get ready in case he decides to finally snap out of it."
"We might as well practice while we have the time. After you get cleaned up you can practice yanking my soul out a few times to get you prepared for this demon."
Sam nodded, maybe with Dean's smoke cloud floating around, Castiel would be tempted to wake up and join the land of the living.
Sam had successfully pulled Dean's demonic soul out three times. Now Dean was trying to get Sam to gain control over Dean's soul once it was expelled from his body.
Sam had done pretty well the first time. Dean had zipped around the room quickly while in cloud form, making it tough for Sam to latch on with his powers and force Dean to stop.
Dean was moving fast, but Sam was tracking his movements pretty easily. There was something about the abilities the demon blood gave him….it was like Sam was tuned into demons now, being able to locate them with ease and have his mind zone in on a demon's movement.
Dean was busy zipping in and out of the air vent when Castiel finally decided to turn around.
He glanced over at Dean's smoke-soul.
"What is Dean doing?" he asked casually, as if he hadn't just been gazing out the window absently for the past fifteen hours.
Sam jumped at the sudden sound of the angel's voice and nervous electricity sparked up in Dean's soul. He slowly floated back down closer to ground level before sliding behind Sam. Ha, Castiel had managed to really scare him.
"We were practicing for today, for when I have to pull the demon," Sam told the angel. "What…what were you doing all this time, Cas? You just kind of….zoned out."
Castiel looked confused, as if he couldn't understand why Sam would ask such a question. "I was listening in on my brothers' conversations."
"Wait….so this whole time you were….like tuned into angel radio?"
"That is a decent comparison. I shut down my senses to fully gather the extent of? my brothers' talking. They are trying to shield their words from me, which made it difficult."
"Oh….so you can just try and spy whenever you want?"
"It is difficult to go unnoticed, but I managed to do so, yes." Castiel cocked his head to the side. "Why is Dean hiding behind you?"
Sam laughed. "He was creeped out when you were talking to the other angels. He didn't know what happened to you and he was scared that you would wake up and try to kill him or something."
Dean's soul gave Sam a quick electric shock, the equivalent of getting punched in the shoulder by an irritated older brother.
Castiel frowned. "I was not trying to frighten him. I do not wish to harm Dean in any way. Next time I will inform the both of you when I need to listen to my brothers."
Dean slowly rose up from the ground, deciding that Castiel was fine and wasn't going to attack him.
Sam smiled. "That would be great, thanks." As he spoke, Dean's cloud wrapped around Sam's shoulders and neck lazily. Sam sighed.
"Dude, get off of me."
Dean didn't move. He was getting back at Sam after the younger brother had embarrassed him in front of Castiel.
Meanwhile, the angel just continued to stare at the brothers and it didn't take long for Sam to get weirded out.
"Uh….something bothering you, Cas?" Sam swatted at Dean in an attempt to get him to leave what seemed to be his favorite location as a demon-cloud, wrapped around Sam's shoulders like a giant scarf.
But Dean only lightly electrocuted Sam again so he quit trying to badger his brother.
"My brothers have realized that I am assisting you both, after I rescued Dean from Zacharia. Zacharia is filling my brothers with lies, and they are falling into his tricks."
"What is this Zacharia telling the other angels?" Sam asked.
"He is ordering for Dean to be killed," Castiel stated and Sam felt Dean's soul tense and spark with anger and fear. "They will no longer use him as bait to get to you Sam, they find Dean as disposable now and wish to eliminate him completely. Zacharia has stated that he is done playing nice. They need you to unleash Lucifer and Dean is only in the way."
Sam swallowed. "If…if the angels have realized that we're trying to send Lilith back to Hell instead of killing her…do you think the demons realize it too?"
"I believe they have known for a while that Dean is helping you prevent the apocalypse. They would still wish to start the apocalypse in any way they could, but they realize they may be at a disadvantage. We must listen for any talk of new demonic plans. While they are striving for the end of times, they will settle for a plan B if they fail."
Sam didn't like the sound of that. "What's this Plan B?"
"I do not know, but if Lilith descends to Hell, the demons will be infuriated. They will have lost and I believe they would want to cause as much chaos as possible."
Dean finally untangled himself from Sam's shoulders and floated over to his body that was lying on his bed. Sam figured it was about time that Dean wanted to get a word in.
Sam easily latched on his powers to Dean's soul and placed him back in his body. The older brother jumped right up the second his soul was reunited with his body and turned to face the angel.
"You're going to stalk as many demons as you can after this today and try to find out if any of them know about this Plan B."
Sam was shocked at how forward Dean was with Castiel. "Dean! You can't just boss him around like that. He's an angel!"
But Castiel nodded. "Dean is right."
Dean smirked. "Of course I am."
"It would be much too dangerous for you two to try and interrogate the demons and I would be much more efficient at the job. I cannot guarantee that I will find out any news, but I will try."
"Thanks, Cas," Sam told the angel gratefully and when Dean didn't speak up, Sam shot him a narrowing look.
"Uh, yeah…thanks," Dean muttered awkwardly.
"You are both welcome."
Dean then said something that Sam never thought he would hear come from his brother's mouth.
"And…dude….honestly, sorry for trying to kill you before with that knife. You're not so bad after all."
Castiel nodded once. "I accept your apology although it was me that tried to kill you first. I do regret that because you are quite different than other demons and you are trying to do what is right. I can see your love for your brother and I respect that. I would like to redeem myself from my past mistakes that have caused you harm, Dean. How may I do so?"
Now Dean looked really uncomfortable. "Uhhh…look man…just…I don't know. Work with us, stay on our side and protect Sammy. That's it."
If Sam didn't know any better, he would have thought Castiel was almost smiling. "I will gladly do so. I have enjoyed traveling with the two of you this past day." And then before either brother could think of a response, Castiel was back to business. "We should leave and confront the demon as soon as possible before it has time to become aware of our intent."
All three of them were aware of the same problem when they drove closer to the house. Castiel and Dean noticed it first and Sam became aware a few minutes later when his new powers were able to sense the danger.
There was more than one demon in the house.
Sam tuned out Dean's presence as he usually did and tried to concentrate on how many demons there might be.
All he could tell was that there was a lot.
"Shit, there's gotta be at least five of them…" Dean grumbled as he stared at the house in concentration.
"Including the demon that is possessing the pregnant woman, there are seven," Castiel answered their question.
"Why are there so many? Every time Crowley tried to attack this demon, it was usually by itself," Dean asked the angel.
"I believe it is because the woman is due to give birth very soon and the demon does not want anything to go wrong. It wants protection and the other demons can be a distraction if anyone would come in and therefore, give it time to escape."
"So we have to be really quiet and kill these demons quickly so the pregnant one doesn't hear and decide to vanish," Sam gathered.
"Yeah, and we're gonna have to do it quickly," Dean told his brother. "That means stabbing them with the knife. The hosts are gonna have to die too if we want to save the woman and stop the baby from turning into an antichrist. I don't want to hear you whine about it Sam, we don't have time to use your powers on all of them."
Sam sighed, he didn't like it, but it was the only way. They had to sacrifice the hosts before, after all.
"I can effectively destroy demons by my touch alone as well," Castiel informed them.
"Good, that'll make this a bit easier. Just don't go and accidentally use those powers on me."
"I would never do that, Dean. You are very different than those demons; I would never mistake you for one of them."
Sam smiled at this as Dean let out an embarrassed grumble.
"Okay, alright. Let's figure out what our plan will be. Come on, let's get a move on."
Castiel was certain there were more demons guarding the front of the house so he took the front door while Sam and Dean went through the back.
Dean picked the lock as quickly as he possibly could and slowly began to push the door open. Sam thanked whatever god there might be that the door didn't squeak as it opened.
They both began to crouch-walk into the kitchen, Sam behind his brother, towards the table where a demon was sitting, passed out.
Before entering the house, Castiel and the brothers had checked the perimeter, getting rid of the few demons that had been circling the house on guard with bored expressions on their faces. They had peered through the windows once the outside was clear and had noticed several demons standing on guard in the living room. After checking the back window, Dean had noticed the sleeping demon and noted that the creature was to be their first priority and a perfect chance to sneak in the back unnoticed.
Sam had asked why the demon would be sleeping on the job. Dean figured that these demons were probably bored sitting around here all day and night on watch. There hadn't been any commotion other in months, which was the last time Crowley tried to kill the pregnant demon.
These guard demons were probably bored out of their minds. And their meat-suits needed rest to function. Plus, if any demons were to be nearby, usually they'd be able to sense it and would wake right up. They weren't expecting a demon to have a protection charm on him that hid him from other demons' senses.
Dean was now inches away from the demon, knife in hand. Sam crawled close by, ready to be there in case anything happened.
The older Winchester spared a look in the direction of the living room and stood up slowly. Dean aimed the knife at the demon's back - near the location where its stolen heart would be.
Dean brought the knife down quicker than Sam could blink. Dean's demonic strength had sunken the blade all the way in with intense power, piercing the heart. The demon's eyes didn't even have a chance to open all the way before it died quickly and silently, its head still resting on the table as if still in sleep.
Dean grinned and Sam let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. They had one more demon to get before Castiel would pop in.
The angel had the idea of appearing in the living room and simply killing the demons. Dean had told him it wouldn't work, however. There were three demons in the living room. Two were close together and Castiel could take them out at the same time. But the third one would have the chance of spying the angel before Castiel could destroy it. All it would take was one scream from the third demon and their whole plan would be ruined. The pregnant demon would be alerted and would escape before the trio could reach it.
So it was up to the brothers to kill the third demon which was currently pacing around the living room while the other two stood guard on either side of the front door.
They needed to get the demon out of the living room and into the kitchen. If it made its way out of the living room, Castiel would have a chance to appear in the room and destroy the other two demons without the third noticing.
But then, it also risked Sam and Dean being discovered.
Sam was brought out of his musings when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He startled a bit but relaxed when he saw it was only his brother. Dean was looking at him and motioning with the knife, bringing his arm out in a swinging motion towards the living room.
It took Sam a minute to understand what his brother was trying to tell him before he finally got it. Dean was suggesting that he could fling the knife at the demon and hope it landed in its heart.
Sam shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't trust his brother's aiming skills, not at all. He knew Dean was a near-perfect aim, even now more than ever after becoming a demon and having sharper focus. Sam was worried about the noise. If Dean threw the knife and killed the demon, it would fall, possibly before Castiel could appear to kill the other two. The noise of the thud would be it for them.
Dean gave his brother a disgruntled expression and Sam rolled his eyes.
Noise, he mouthed to Dean but the older Winchester's irritated look didn't change. He was looking at Sam with a no-shit, don't you think I know that glare.
Dean huffed silently and held his hand up. Before Sam knew it, he was being lifted several inches off the ground. It amazed Sam that he didn't even panic at this practice of demon power being used on him. When Dean did stuff like this, it wasn't scary in the slightest, it actually felt light-hearted. Sam knew how much demon powers could hurt and harm a person, and Dean's powers were always gentle on Sam.
But it didn't explain why the hell Dean was deciding to make his little brother float in the air when they had demons to kill and a pregnant woman to save.
This is serious, Sam mouthed, this time irritated.
However, Dean seemed even more aggravated than Sam, causing his powers to unintentionally tighten on his brother. It didn't hurt, but it started to make him feel uncomfortable.
Dean noticed this instantly and shot Sam an apologetic look before placing him back on the ground carefully. He took a deep, silent breath and seemed to be trying to calm himself. Sam gave his brother a lot of credit for this; he couldn't imagine trying to control that demonic rage that would always be inside Dean. But somehow, amazingly, Dean did it every day.
Dean opened his black eyes and seemed to have thought of a way to explain what he was trying to say.
Watch what I do, Dean mouthed and Sam nodded.
Dean held out his hand again and this time Sam was pushed backwards. He willed himself not to panic at the sensation of falling, knowing that his brother wouldn't let him do so. Before Sam hit the ground, he suddenly stopped and floated off the floor a few inches, held suspended in mid-air.
Sam locked eyes with his brother and Dean used his other hand to point at Sam and then to the living room, where the demon was still heard pacing restlessly.
Ohhh. Sam understood now. Dean wanted to throw the knife at the demon while its back was turned and embed it in the heart. Before the demon could fall to the floor, Dean would use his powers to keep it frozen. Castiel could then come in and kill the other demons.
Sam nodded anxiously, it was the perfect plan. Dean placed his brother back down, but because of the angle Sam was at and his freakishly long legs, his left foot just barely managed to graze one of the dining chairs. The movement caused one of the chair legs to grind across the floor slightly.
The noise was barely audible, but it was enough to pause the pacing in the next room. If the demon came in here, it would notice that its companion was dead! Sam froze in panic but his brother pushed him down under the table.
Sam expected his brother to join him but Dean remained standing. He was going to put his plan into action now. Sam peered around the edge of the table and caught a glimpse of the demon walking in.
The thing didn't even have a chance to register the scene in the room before the knife flew across the room and was plunged into its heart. True to his word, Dean held his hand out and used his powers to hold the demon upright.
About fifteen seconds later, Castiel walked in through the same entryway, as calm as could be. He had already taken out the other two.
All three of them turned to face the basement steps where Castiel had informed them the pregnant demon was hiding. Sam looked at his brother as Dean slowly dropped the dead demon to the floor. How would the two of them be able to sneak down the creaky steps without the demon hearing? When they had tried to go up the steps quietly to save the possessed boy before, the demon had heard their arrival.
Once again, Sam felt himself become lifted off the ground but glancing over, he noticed that Dean was also floating in the air as well with an irritated expression on his face. Castiel was using his powers to help them down. Maybe this angel wasn't as clueless as Dean had been assuming.
When Sam and Dean were safely at the bottom of the steps, Castiel appeared beside them by means of self-teleportation.
They were finally in the basement, if one could call it that. It looked more of a safe-shelter with metal walls all around them and a hallway leading down to a reinforced-looking door, the demon's hideaway.
Dean was buzzing with excitement as he led the way down. Sam had begun to realize that killing creatures gave Dean a sort of high and also a release from the pressures he must be feeling as a demon. Along with having his brother at his side, killing monsters also kept him grounded and gave him a sense of familiarity of his old life as a human.
The older Winchester's mood quickly deflated, however, when they got closer to the door. Written all over it, and on all the walls surrounding the door, were strange looking symbols.
Castiel looked crestfallen and Dean began walking away from the door, motioning for Sam and the angel to follow. Once he was certain that they were far enough away, Dean began speaking in a hushed whisper.
"Great, now we can't have him come in and help us."
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"Those symbols are used to ward away angels. I can not enter with the two of you," Castiel stated.
"Crowley had these symbols all over his mansion before that one demon found a way to let the angels in," Dean reminded Sam.
"Why didn't they just draw the symbols all over the house then?"
Dean shrugged. "I don't know, maybe they didn't want the whole house protected."
Castiel nodded. "These demons may have gotten assistance from one of my brothers who wished for more antichrists to be born."
"So the angels and demons are on the same side?" Sam whispered.
"For now. They both want Lucifer free for there to be a grand battle between him and Michael. However, if Lucifer were to be released, they would be back fighting against each other and rooting for their respective angel to win."
"Well we better hurry up before the demon hears us,." Dean pointed at Castiel. "You stand out here and keep watch."
Dean then turned to face his brother. "You ready?"
Sam nodded. He was stronger now, and this one demon shouldn't be too much for the both of them to take on.
The door was locked of course so they were going to have to act fast. Dean was going to have to use his powers to break it down and Sam was going to have to rush in and pin the demon in place using his own powers.
Dean nodded at Sam and then turned to the door. He held his arm out and in a quick flash; the door fell to the floor with a loud bang.
Sam rushed in just as the demon spun around, its stomach large and round.
"I figured you two would come around," the demon smirked and didn't at all seem surprised when it realized it was stuck to the spot from the use of Sam's powers. "I knew he'd be teaching you these powers. Big brother's corrupting you, huh Sam?"
This time, Sam ignored the demon's words and began to concentrate on grasping onto the demon's viscous smoke-soul. He was doing well until the demon began to laugh loudly and started chanting something Sam couldn't recognize.
Suddenly there were three other people in the room, all with black eyes. Sam watched as his brother lunged toward one, stabbing it in the back with the demon-killing knife.
Sam was pushed down and his powers disconnected as he fell to the floor. The demon on top of him punched him in the face and Sam figured all hope was lost. The pregnant demon now had the perfect chance to escape.
The demon on top of Sam let out a howl as the life flashed out of its eyes. Dean pulled the knife from its skull. As Sam struggled to get up, Dean turned to face the pregnant demon and its last companion who were surprisingly still in the room.
"Why the hell are you still here?" Dean seethed.
"Oh haven't you heard, Dean?" the demon smiled as it rubbed at its stomach in a faux-motherly way. "You're Hell's most wanted. Alistair wants his star pupil back and Lilith is simply tired of your games. Besides…," it smirked knowingly. "You're not going to kill me. That brother of yours won't allow it."
"I wouldn't be so sure…" Dean charged at the pregnant demon only to get knocked down by its minion, the demon knife sliding across the floor after Dean fell.
Sam took this opportunity to focus and latched on to the pregnant demon once more. He felt the demon's soul squirm in his hold.
"What is it that you're doing to me? Do you honestly think you can…" The demon stopped as it began to choke. Sam smiled in satisfaction as the smoke cloud began to slowly drift out of the demon's mouth.
There was a sudden scream from Dean and it took all of Sam's willpower not to look away from the task at hand. Surely Dean was alright….
There was another yelp of pain from his brother and then the dying screech of the other demon. Sam watched from the corner of his eye as Dean stood up slowly. Something seemed to be wrong but Sam tried his hardest to keep focused. With one final pull from his mind, he freed the woman from the demon's soul. Her body hit the floor the same moment as Dean thrust the knife through the demon's cloud.
Dean's face was twisted in pain as he dropped the knife and fell to his knees. Sam rushed over and saw that the hand Dean had used to hold onto the knife was now pressed against his bleeding left bicep.
"Hey," Sam held onto his brother's shoulders in order to keep him upright. "What happened?"
Dean gritted his teeth and began to sway to the side but Sam kept him steady.
"Talk to me Dean, come on…," Sam reached over and pulled Dean's hand off of the wound only to gasp in shock. The wound seemed to be flickering; little sparks of light that only were created when a demon was stabbed with Ruby's knife…
"Shit, Dean!" Sam was panicking, not knowing if this wound would become fatal to Dean. "This will heal right; you're going to be okay?"
"Bring him to me." Sam turned around to see Castiel standing in the doorway, looking the closest to concerned that Sam's ever seen him. "He was not stabbed in a fatal area. He will not die, but I am unaware of the consequences of this wound."
Sam felt numb as he dragged his brother out to the angel who immediately began inspecting the wound. Dean looked up at Castiel with a perplexed expression on his face; he didn't seem to be aware of his surroundings.
Sam didn't want to leave Dean, but now that he was aware that his brother wasn't in any mortal danger, Sam figured he should check on the woman.
He walked back into the room and crouched down next to her, seeing that she was beginning to awake.
"What…what's going on?" she mumbled, still seeming out of it for the most part.
"It's okay, miss," Sam tried to comfort her. "There…there was a demon inside you, but it's out now. My brother and I got rid of it and it's not going to come back."
The woman blinked a few times, looking around. "I…I remember…it..it was so evil! It was making my think horrible thoughts!"
"It's okay, it wasn't you, it was the demon…." Sam was going to continue to attempt and soothe her when he heard a groan from the hallway. He glanced out the door to check on his brother who still didn't look any better. Castiel was with him though, so he would be okay.
Sam had only looked away for a few seconds, but it was a few seconds too many. When he turned around, the woman had Ruby's knife in her hands, clutched to her chest. Her face was a picture of horror and resignation.
"I can't!" She screamed wildly. "I can't take this!"
Sam, at once, became aware of what she was going to do. She was going to kill herself.
"It wasn't you, miss! Everything that happened, it was the demon!"
"It was me! I…don't even know who I am anymore! And I….," she sobbed openly. "I enjoyed it at times!"
"I know it's confusing but the demon was messing with your emotions. I know…I was possessed too..."
The woman gave Sam a look so poignant and cold that he stopped mid-sentence.
"Did it ever create a monster within you?"
"No, but your baby is not a monster… he's fine now that the demon's out!"
She shook her head once. "This devil is not my child." Sam watched in horror as she brought the knife down. He rushed forward but there was no chance. She stabbed the knife right through her heart and landed in a lifeless heap on the ground.
All this work….all this work for nothing. The mother was dead…the baby…
"Sam," Castiel called urgently. "Bring me the body and I can remove the baby before it loses too much oxygen."
The baby could still be saved. He could still save one life.
Sam quickly dragged out the woman's body watching as Castiel glanced at it with no emotional connection.
"You may wish to turn around, go attend to your brother."
Sam nodded and did as the angel told him. He sat by Dean's side, watching his brother's glaze-filled black eyes glance around the room quizzically. His arm kept trying to reach up and touch the wound so Sam grabbed his brother's hand firmly in both of his.
"You were in this much pain and you still came and help me finish the demon…I don't know how you do it, man…"
The room was suddenly filled with a baby's wail. Sam let out a sigh of relief and Castiel informed him that he would drop the baby off at a hospital and return in a few moments.
Sam looked over and gratefully noticed that the angel at least had the decency to take the body with him as well. That poor woman….
Dean grunted in pain and Sam turned his attention back to his brother. He tried to push his negative thoughts away and get the image of the woman's dead body out of his mind. It could have been worse, he reminded himself. It could have been Dean…the demon could have stabbed Dean in the heart….
Castiel reappeared with the light sound of fluttering wings.
"The infant is being taken care of," Castiel informed Sam. "I will zap you and Dean back to the motel so you can care for his wound."
Sam shook his head. "What about the Impala? Dean would throw a fit if he knew we just left it here, even for a little while."
"I will drive it back to the motel," Castiel stated and the shaking of Sam's head grew more frantic.
"No way, that would be even worse! If you damaged it in any way Dean would be livid!"
Castiel ignored Sam. "I watched you and your brother drive on the way here. I believe I understand the mechanics of a car."
"You believe you do? So you don't even know how to drive? There's no way in hell…." Sam was forced to stop as Castiel placed either hand on both brothers' foreheads. In the blink of an eye they were back in the motel room.
Sam didn't want to be in the room when Dean found out the angel had driven his car. He pushed that thought away for the time being and hoisted his still unresponsive brother onto his bed.
Surprisingly, the wound didn't look any better and it was still dripping blood. It obviously wasn't healing like a normal wound would for a demon. Sam wasn't sure if cleaning the wound would help it at all, but there was no way he was just going to ignore his brother's injury.
Sam proceeded to take the next ten minutes to clean and wrap Dean's wound. He was just finishing up when Dean finally began to come-to.
"Shit…Sammy, that hurts like hell…," he groaned.
Sam smiled. "Good to see you've finally decided to join the real world. I thought you pulled a Castiel for a minute there."
"That's not funny," Dean stated but Sam saw him trying to hold back a smile.
"It kind of is. Anyway, care to tell me what happened here?" Sam gestured toward his brother's left arm.
"What does it look like? I got stabbed. When that demon attacked me I dropped the knife and he got to it before I could." Dean shrugged and then winced. "He went in for the kill but I dodged it….kind of…he ended up stabbing me in the arm. When he pulled out the knife I lunged at him, knocking him off guard and taking the knife back."
"It's still bleeding."
"No shit, genius."
"I….do you think it's going to heal?"
"How do I know? Every time a demon got hit with this knife before, it's been a fatal hit. That knife is toxic to me. I can't even move my arm."
"You can't move it? Dean, what the hell…."
Dean smirked. "Dude, you sound more worried than I am. Maybe it will heal, maybe it won't work correctly anymore or maybe my arm will just stay useless. Whatever, I'll manage. The one thing I refuse to do is get a new meat-suit. This is my damn body and I'm keeping it unless it gets blown to shreds."
Sam sighed and began ripping the pillow case and tying parts of it together. "You know…if you had to get a different body….I'd be okay with it. It would be weird….but it would still be you."
"I'm not getting another body, I hate the way I feel possessing someone. And I just don't feel as comfortable in a different one. It's like a cage that's too small for you. This is the only body that I actually fit in…I belong in this damn body, case closed." Dean squinted his eyes at his brother. "What the hell are you doing, anyway?"
"I'm making you a makeshift sling since you can't move your arm." Sam finished tying the material and lifted up Dean's arm gently.
"Doesn't matter, I don't need it. I'm a demon; I don't need a damn sling."
"Would you rather have your bum arm flopping all over the place then?" At Dean's silent scowl Sam smiled. "Didn't think so. You're wearing it, case closed."
"Think of your own lines and stop stealing mine, you little bitch." Dean watched as Sam placed the damaged arm in the sling. He stared at it for a moment, his expression softening. "I don't mean to be an ass to you, it's just…this is nothing compared to Hell. And I got so used to just dealing with the pain. No one cared there…so I'm just not used to having someone that wants to help get rid of my pain. So….thanks."
Dean looked so horribly awkward and embarrassed that Sam would have laughed out loud if the situation was different. Dean very rarely let his feelings out like this and even less so after he became a demon.
"No problem, man. That's what I'm here for, I'm gonna look out for you. I've got your back like you've got mine."
"Alright, well good. So what happened to the pregnant chick? She was pretty hot if you ask me…"
"Dead," Sam sighed, bringing back the memory that he longed to forget. "She killed herself with the demon knife because she couldn't handle the effects of having a demon inside her."
"Huh. Well that sucks, I know you wanted to save her but I could have warned you about that. You probably wouldn't have listened though. Most of these people that get possessed just can't take it, wind up locked up in some institution or whatever. What about the baby?"
"Castiel…uhhh…I guess…took it out. The baby's fine and at a hospital."
"Okay, that's good," Dean said and actually did seem somewhat happy over that news unlike his lack of care over the woman's death. "Where is that creepy angel anyway?"
Sam became quiet and Dean glared at him.
"What the hell are you hiding from me, Sammy?" Dean asked in a low tone.
With a sigh Sam spoke. "Castiel wanted to zap me and you back here so I could take care of your arm. I….I warned him against it, Dean. I really did. But….Castiel's driving the Impala back here."
Sam closed his eyes and waited for the angry shouting that was bound to come.