(Dean Winchester)
Oh man, Lilith is smokin' hot! And about the nastiest thing this side of hell. "I've brought a few of my friends," I tell her and walk the rest of the way up to where she sits. She just smiles with her full, luscious, grown up woman lips and, as if she's read my mind, she gets up from her chair and lays one on me.
I hear the faithful gasp collectively and blather elatedly about my being 'besado por la madre bendecida', kissed by the Blessed Mother. Kissed by a mother-fucker's more like it. It seems Sam's right, I will bang any woman with a pulse, but Lilith, she's something else altogether. I push her back and I hear the demons in the church start to whisper excitedly and to exude a terrible stench.
"So, you've brought the hounds of hell with you," she says and asks, "Why haven't they attacked?" I wonder the same thing. I've never tried to raise them in a church before. Maybe they're not housebroken enough to be let inside and I wonder if I've screwed the pooch on this one.
It doesn't really matter because I've come for one demon and one demon only and my ass is a fair trade for her destruction if, strike that, when the others tear me apart. I lied to Sammy. I don't think for a second that the others will leave when I kill Lilith because there's always another demon, probably one right here, right now, waiting in the wings to take her place. When its over, Castiel and his fine-feathered friends can deal with whatever's left here because, as soon as Sam wakes up, he and Bobby will be on their way back to the states and as far as I'm concerned everything will be copacetic.
Except for the amount of pain I'm in and the amount of blood I'm leaking, I'm doing all right. Pulling the spike from my jeans, Lilith and I know it's time to rock and roll and in my best outdoor voice I begin. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.."
Santanico's eyes open wide and she grimaces and groans and the peanut gallery erupts in hisses and screams until she holds up one hand. Everyone remains where they are, including the stunned parishioners.
"Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te ... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare..." I continue and, instead of the demon inside her heading for the hills, Lilith just starts laughing.
"Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis...Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt..." I continue and, though it's having no effect on Lilith, a few of the weak lesser demons are having trouble and hosts begin to keel over or pitch forward as the demons try to escape. The unpossessed are finally starting to realize that something's very wrong when their friends and neighbors start to turn on them.
I need the hellhounds and I need 'em now. I can hear them in a frenzy as they growl and howl and throw themselves against the thick wooden doors of the sanctuary. I turn to go back to open them up but before I can take two steps I feel a blinding pain in my back and my right shoulder is suddenly paralyzed. My chest is burning like fire and, looking down, I see Lilith's bright red acrylic nails sticking out of my body. Desperate to stop me she has speared me from behind with only her hand.
My right arm goes numb along with my hand and the nail falls to the marble floor where it clatters and rolls and stops next to the very first pew. Before I can get over the shock of being shafted, literally, and scream for them to stay away from it, one of the faithful, a young man in his early twenties, stoops down to pick it up. He screams and drops it and, clutching his burned hand, turns to his wife for solace. She shifts the crying baby in her arms to her opposite shoulder and her eyes turn black and she snaps his neck with her free hand.
Another, this time a demon, tries its hand at retrieving the nail and picks it up and looks stupidly at it. Within a second or two it starts to vomit itself up and out of the host, an old man whose heart never stood a chance and Lilith drags me back and slams me onto the alter, a fitting sacrifice, not to God but to Satan.
I take a few minutes to reflect on just what a jackass I've been for underestimating my enemy, how much stronger she's become over the past months and, as I look around for some help from Castiel, I reflect on what a jackass I've been to ever trust an angel.