(Ruby)
I hear the hellhounds, the most awful sound I've ever heard, except maybe for the screams of Dean Winchester.
Sam can hear him and he charges blindly up the stairs and into the cathedral in the general direction of the screams and directly into the melee where both demon and those not possessed try to flee from the hellhounds. I'm trying to stay with him but he's literally ripped from my guiding hands.
Taller than all the rest, I can see him stumble and go down onto his knees and, kicking and punching my way through the mass of inhumanity, I finally reach him. Squatting down on the ground next to him I yell into his ear, "You can stop this!"
"Help me up," he shouts back and, as we rise up, he holds out his hand and doesn't say a word and the hellhounds, Dean's last vestige of any hope of getting out of this alive, are gone and the cathedral becomes quiet enough to hear a pin drop and the tremendous crash as the temple's doors again slam shut, trapping everyone inside.
"Sam Winchester!" Lilith says stabbing Dean once more with a blood-encrusted knife. She picks a spot where it will hurt a lot but not kill him and he tries to hold it in but to no avail and even I'm getting creeped out by his anguished sniveling. With her words and his scream, the flock is reanimated and we're in what can only be described as the most monstrous and diabolical 'political' convention ever.
Demons, eight and ten deep, mass around Sam, pulling on his clothing, shouting his name, along with that of Azazel. They've chosen the boy demon as their king while the others have chosen to throw their lot in with Lilith and the remaining faithful, those who had come to the cathedral to see La Mano de Dios and the Holy Mother, cower in abject terror as their "Virgin's" eyes turn milky white and their 'rock star' screams.
"Lilith, stop!" Sam shouts out.
She just laughs and the crowd becomes quiet again except for the muted weeping of the Dean Winchester delegates as she swings her hand downward and her knife blade plants firmly in the muscle of his thigh, buried to the bone. There's no way he can keep that one inside. Hell, there's no way I could keep that one in and he screams yet again and his faithful begin to wail.
But Lilith seems to be finished with him for the moment and she leaves the knife where it is and steps down off of the dais. The crowd parts like the Red Sea to make a clear path from her to Sam and, seizing the opportunity, Bobby pushes through the throng and makes his way to me and offers to give me back my knife.
"It won't work on Lilith," I tell him, "But it will work on the others. Go save Dean if you can," I add because I want someone with Dean, someone who loves him and who'll be devastated when the son of a bitch finally bleeds out, someone who'll keep him from trying to stop us.
"Stop or what?" Lilith asks Sam with a sneer thinking she holds all the cards and that Sam won't sacrifice himself and me just to pay her back. But she should have thought things through a little more before tricking him into thinking that the priest of the Temple of the Immaculate Conception was a demon, before forcing Dean to face her and especially before torturing his beloved big brother.