Author's Note: It's short, I'm sorry, yadda yadda yadda, we all know I suck.
Chapter Four: Plastic
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The trio of attackers simultaneously sigh a breath of relief. Their bodies relax from their armed positions as adrenaline drains from their tense muscles and racing hearts.
Carefully nudging Sebastian's limp body with his foot, Sam inspects the gaping wound in his chest for any signs of regeneration in case the demon has the same powers Ciel showed.
Nothing.
Not a twitch. Not a quiver. Just a slow, steady stream of blood.
Silently pleased with the results, Sam rises from his crouch and nods at Dean and Cas, wincing at Dean's whoop of victory and complete obliviousness to the lone child frozen behind the two. The flurry of emotions- pain, anger, bewilderment- that flash across Ciel's face send a pang of guilt through Sam. That youthful visage makes it easy to forget and overlook the sly, vicious demon that lurks beneath.
Sam's stupor is broken when Dean shoves past him to Bobby's side.
Despite Bobby's annoyed protests, Dean examines the thin, irritated gash trailing down the gruff man's jaw.
"Well, it's not bleeding too bad so it can't be too deep of a cut. But we should still clean it up," Dean mutters.
"What am I am? A toddler?" Bobby spits, pushing Dean away. "I've survived worse."
"Sure, but you sure as hell ain't as young as you used to be."
"I'm not that old!"
"You're getting there, old man," Dean teases with a crooked grin.
"Tch."
All light-heartedness in the room is cut in two a sharp voice.
"Get up, Sebastian." A forgotten Ciel growls, lip curled in annoyance. He takes a step forward, but is immediately held back by Cas wrapping his arms around his torso and neck. "That's enough nonsense. I'm getting tired of this game... Besides I can't imagine that old floor is any good for sleep. You'll fuck up your back or something."
All eyes instantly hone in on the body of the older demon still motionless on the floor.
One beat. Two.
"Sebastian, that was an order," Ciel snarls, like his orders have any weight to a dead demon. "You of all people should know that I've a schedule to stick to. My associates will be most displeased if I'm not present for our meetings. I'm getting bored."
A convulsion runs through Sebastian's body, quick but violent as if struck by a bolt of electricity. The hunters instinctively reach for their weapons and Cas tightens his grip around Ciel.
Rising from the ground in a shaky, inhuman back arch, Sebastian faintly replies to his master's orders in a strained, disembodied voice. "...My sincerest apologies, my lord."
Ciel scoffs. "As if you could be sincere about a single damn thing. Don't feed me false apologies. Just do as I say."
Sebastian's body snaps forward and hunches over as he clutches the oozing wound in his chest. "...As you wish, young master."
A series of pops and cracks run through his body upon rising to his full height, but he is unfazed by this and continues speaking in a grounded tone, all hints of his previously disembodied voice gone.
"Honestly, I must say I'm quite offended. To think a simple knife could kill me. And young master," He turns to Ciel, wearing a plastic smile. "You know I do not lie."
A habitual mumble of Latin prayer from Cas causes Sebastian to stop inspecting his bloodied shirt and snap his head in the angel's direction.
"My my," he muses with a curious tilt of his head. "I haven't seen your kind in years."
"Damn, what hole have you been living to not have seen an angel for that long?" Dean criticizes, keeping his eyes and shotgun trained on the demon.
From within Cas's grasp, Ciel's eyes grow wide in realization, then narrow in disgust. He squirms in his bonds.
"You're-" A tightening grip around his throat ceases his movement. Sebastian turns to fully face the angel and his captive at this threatening motion.
"Well, that's beside the point, isn't it?" Sebastian says with a sickly sweet grin, sharp canines flashing. "Now then," He claps his hands together. "If you would be so kind as to let my master go, I believe that we can continue on our way."
Everyone in the room tenses in apprehension, trying to calculate each opponent's movements.
Eyes locked, silent plans exchanged. In the blink of an eye, the room erupts into action.
Cas shoves Ciel across the room, stumbling into Bobby, who pushes him again and sends him tumbling into the adjoining room. Sebastian lunges for Ciel as he teeters between captors, but is obstructed by Sam throwing a right hook aimed at his head followed by a swipe of his bloody knife, both avoided. Castiel takes this moment to join Sam in sending a series of punches and kicks at the older demon while Dean circles the group with his shotgun in search for an opening.
After what is merely seconds but feels like an hour, blows are exchanged and the fight is over.
Sebastian snatches Sam's wrist mid-swing, painfully twisting his arm around and kicking him into Cas. With the two thrown onto the floor, he steals the moment to hurl one of the many tomes littering the room at Dean's head. He then uses Dean's dazed state to his advantage and kicks the sawed off shotgun out of the hunters hand in a wide arch and into a pile of haphazardly stacked books.
He's back at Ciel's side before his adversaries realize he's gone.
...Just as the hunters had planned.
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