Sorry for the delay Thanks for those who have kept with this story. Thank you for all who reviewed and to my beta Michelle.
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Previously:
Before continuing, he scanned the walls one last time and spotted a door that he had missed. He sighed apprehensively and began to slowly make his way toward it. Before getting there, however, a thick, sticky substance squished under the soles of his shoes. A colourful curse was muttered miserably and he lifted his foot in an attempt to see what he'd stepped into.
The door in front of him slowly crept open with an audible squeal that cried out at him. The young hunter tensed and brought his weapon to the ready as he waited for whatever was going to come. He leapt back in alarm when a body fell from the door and hit the ground in front of him.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, and stood, temporarily shocked at what had happened.
A quick shock of guilt sliced through him, stemming from the thoughts that he had had only a few moments before about Cameron, who now lay at his feet. He placed a hand over his face as Celia came to mind. This wasn't supposed to be part of the plan...
Chapter 18
Dean frowned as he looked down at the body below him.
'Yep, he's dead, that's a no brainer.' He thought as he analysed the wounds that were most likely the cause of death.
The large slash stretching from one end of the throat to the other was likely what had done Cameron in. Dean stepped back away from the pool of blood that was slowly creeping around him and he edged away from the body before he turned his attention back to the issue at hand.
As he approached the shrine, he saw what he needed to take as well as what he was instructed to destroy. The room darkened a little when he blew out the pyramid of candles on the table, but it didn't even faze him, he and Sam did most of their hunting in the dark because as he'd told Sam before, 'the freaks come out at night.' And boy wasn't that the truth...
He secured a rag doll firmly under his arm and shook his head, allowing a small bit of amusement to cross his face. He must've looked like such a sissy, carrying a doll around. If some other guys were to see the doll under Dean's arm, his ego and macho status would be completely shot.
'Isn't Aurora a little old to be playing with dolls?' Dean thought wryly.
He shook his head again and looked down at the doll.
"Crazy ass witch." He muttered.
After retrieving everything that he needed, he gripped the end of the oak table and flipped it, causing all of the contents to go clattering across the floor. A slight hint of relief washed over him and he glared at the mess that he'd created. Once satisfied that he had done his job, he walked out of the room, not looking back.
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"Aurora? Whatever happened to you?" Evelyn walked around Sam's bed to the right side and looked down at the young man's body on the bed in pity.
Sam licked his lips and the response that she got was, "Me! What happened to you? I thought you were strong. You even looked up to me at one point," The young man held his nose up in an attempt to show his disgust.
"But, look at you now, look how pathetic you've become, woman!" Sam finished.
Evelyn flinched at the words. She was strong, she'd known what to expect, but the words still pierced through her when she heard them spoken by the young man. The piercing wasn't because Sam was speaking the words, but it was because Aurora was using Sam to speak the words. The words were coming from a woman whom Evelyn had once thought of as a friend.
"You're not getting away with this! I won't let you hurt that poor boy or anyone else!" Evelyn's voice was stern and collected as she spoke.
Laughter erupted from the bed and it was filled with sarcasm as well as an evil that she knew had to be destroyed.
"You think that you're stronger than me?" The question from Sam was followed with more laughter.
"You don't know how strong I am woman, I will kill you! And I'm gonna enjoy every second of it."
Evelyn drew closer to the young man who was speaking.
"No, you're wrong, I know more than you think. You will die Aurora, that I'm sure of." Evelyn spoke sharply and took a step back before walking over toward the corner of the room.
"Really? Stupid old woman! What are you gonna do? It's too late, I control this child now, he's mine. Kill me and you kill him. Are you prepared to do that? Are you prepared to sacrifice this boy for what you think is the greater good? Do you have it in you? Can you do it?" The young man's eyes watched Evelyn's every movement and a sick smile rested calmly on his lips.
"If that's what it takes, but I don't intend to hurt that young man anymore than you already have. And do you know why, Aurora?" Evelyn asked .
"Why don't you tell me." Sam replied maliciously.
"I know that, because it seems that you've forgotten one very important factor." Evelyn gazed into Sam's dark eyes.
"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" Sam asked.
"You've forgotten that it's a dangerous thing to mess with a Loa, especially the one that you conjured up. This one's nasty, Aurora, very nasty, and it'll turn on you in an instant. I mean, what if someone were to set it free? Where would you be then, my old friend?" Evelyn smiled and then returned to her preparation.
"Evelyn you don't know what your doing!" There was desperation in the voice that came from Sam's lips and he struggled against the restraints that held him.
"You see, that's where you're wrong. I know exactly what I'm doing. The question is, are you ready?" Evelyn walked over and placed a rag over the mouth of the young man, she pushed against the resistance as she shoved the rag in further.
"This conversation is over, Aurora." Evelyn stated.
Once again, she was met by dark eyes that stared up at her, followed by more struggling. The woman's attention was drawn to the sound of the front door closing. She watched the empty doorway to the room and waited for Dean to appear at it. When he did, she plunged right into what had to be done.
"Hurry Dean! Let's get this over with!" The old woman grabbed the doll from Dean and a feathered object, one in each hand.
"You know what to do?" She asked the oldest brother.
"Yeah, sure do." Dean responded as he stood at the other side of the bed, holding a clay jar.
He tilted the jar above his brother's struggling form and the chanting began. Dean tried his best to ignore the struggling and the muffled screams from the bed. There was a job that had to be done, and he couldn't let his concern for his brother interrupt that job.
'Hang in there, Sammy. This will all be over soon.' Dean thought to himself.
He poured the crimson liquid from the jar onto his little brother. A wince marred the oldest man's features when, upon contact with Sam's forehead, the liquid began to sizzle. Worry took hold and he immediately looked to Evelyn for reassurance. He didn't want to continue hurting his brother if the chanting wasn't working. Sam had been through enough already, he didn't need to go through any more pain than necessary.
Without pausing the chanting, Evelyn nodded, catching the look of worry on the young hunter's face. A few seconds later, Sam's body began to shake violently; the restraints took on some of the convulsing by keeping him on the bed as his back arched and his body began to curl in on itself before plummeting back onto the mattress of the bed.
When the chanting ended, silence filled the room and the Dean and Evelyn stepped back from the bed as a red mist began to rise from Sam's body. It shifted and swirled before touching down on the ground. The rising of the mist was slow and painfully silent as all waited for the verdict.
As the final traces of the mist rose from Sam, it was engulfed by a black vapour that shot violently from the youngest brother's weakened body. The vapour absorbed the red mist and swirled to form a dark figure that stood in the far corner of the room.
"Shit!" Dean spat as he reached for his weapon.
"Is that supposed to happen?" He called with concern.
The hunter quickly walked around the bed and situated himself in the area between Sam, Evelyn and Celia and the dark shape that watched him silently from the shadows.
"Dean! Use the potion!" Evelyn replied quickly, avoiding the question and handing Dean a glass beaker of purple liquid.
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Okay, I know that was not long but I had to get something up; I will try and get the rest up as soon as I can. Please pretty please review! As always thanks for reading!