Chapter 2: Revenge comes in greater forms.
Previously on Supernatural.
"Sammy..." Dean whispered, features crumbling, the night when Sam...when he...it all came back.
"OH he's alive Dean...but just barely..." it made and inch gap between its fingers. Then snapped them shut. "life is so fragile sometimes" It smiled.
"What do you want?" Bobby asked suddenly, laying a comforting hand on the breaking Winchester.
"Freedom...but tonight is not exactly how I'd of seen things going...lay off us...he'll live." The demon grabbed Sam's chin and leaned in close.
"Don't freaking touch him!" Dean shouted, the noise vibrating the wooden boards beneath and around him, an echo of the anger he felt.
Dean got a glimpse of the purple and blue bruising over Sam's neck and collarbone, he winced in sympathy, the demon moving to show Dean the colours he made...He had no choice.
"You're free...now put him down." Dean said defeated.
The demons all smirked...'Bingo' "I want a little fun first." It cocked it's head to the side and smiled hatred at Sam. "He hasn't woken up yet."
"SAMMY!" Dean ran at the demons as fast as he could, nothing would stop him, he was too late in getting there last time, he ran faster...
-NOW-
Pride smirked devilishly, hate marring it's features, a feature Dean just wanted to rip off.
With one hand raised, Dean felt himself stop mid-step, as if a glass barrier was in front of him.
Damn demon powers!
"Hush now...you'll wake him. You're not going to ruin my fun Dean, and I want my revenge..." It's face darkened immeasurably, all pointed to his unconcious little brother. Who was defenseless.
"What revenge...I've done nothing to you!" Dean yelled. which was true...kinda'. His face showing anger even in the halted run, the demon giving him no where to move, not forward anyway.
"Your kind are from medieval, middle ages, how the hell can you blame him? How-" Dean was cut off as anger rose in the sinners and Pride jerked Sam toward him, holding him with one arm underneath Sam's armpits and across his still rising chest. The young man's legs bent beneath him.
"We've gotten out before Dean...he's sent me back before." The demon taunted, he leaned into Sam's ear whispering hushed Latin, Sam moaned in his unconscious state.
Dean covered his anger, he was not going to risk Sam, not ever again.
Eyes rolled beneath closed lids as Sam began to stir.
"That's it Sammy...c'mon and see for yourself." Pride snickered.
Eyes flashed open in such intensity, grew wide at his lenient stance and struggled in the powerful grip, not to mention Dean's and Bobby's terrified glances of 'oh shit' directed his way.
Sam found his legs and tried to jump up, trying to run away from the danger he knew was holding him.
Even though Sam was tall, the demon rose a few more inches and yanked up around Sam's chest expelling his air when the youngster tried to take off.
The struggle didn't last long, the demon's grasp holding tightly, and unyielding.
"Sam, don't struggle...you're the important leverage." Pride whispered loud enough for everyone to catch.
A growl was low in Dean's throat, Sam grunted when Pride's other hand shot to cover his mouth, gasping, the hand pulled back, Sam's hair flat against the danger's chest.
Breathing deeply through his nose to calm himself, he felt the ache in his neck.
His hand swung out to fight back but weren't much use tied, only waving them to get balance as his momentum was pushed and pulled.
"Shhhhhhhhhh...when I remove my hand, I don't want you to scream, understand?"
Sam's wide eyed gaze hit Dean's own terror filled gaze, they both knew the pain wasn't over yet. He tried to loosen the bonds, tried to reach the 3 inch blessed knife that might do at least some damage, but that was attached to his belt, they'd see if even if he could reach.
The hand released its burning grip, leaving red marks etched across Sam's young, scared face.
However, the surrounding arm on his chest holding him close and up didn't ease but tightened, Sam winced but tried to hide the fear.
With super fast speed and strength the arm made an echoed 'cracking' sound around Sam's upper torso, effectively breaking a rib.
"SAM!" Dean screamed.
Sam's shocked intake and muted scream as the hand again covered his mouth and held a thumb and forefinger to his nose, blocking his air.
Sam writhed beneath, but lacked the energy when the all too familiar tightening hands covered his chest and his body sank down, the demon remaining his control over Sam.
"You son of a bitch! I swear with everything in me I'm gonna' rip you apart for that!" Dean's tears did nothing to chase away the absolute hatred in him, pure fury rolling off him in overwhelming waves.
"Come get me then..." Dean tried again to surge forward, only for that stupid glass trick again stopping him. "Thought so." It teased.
Still no air supply and burning lungs not to mention ribs, Sam's head drooped nearly touching his beaten torso. Unconscious.
The demon laid the younger man on the floor then stood up, straightening his suit again and smoothing his tie, he flexed his hands and gleamed at the eldest Winchester.
"You're dead." Dean threateningly growled.
Unaware of eyes on him, Sam remained still, the knife he swiped from his belt when he sat, now clutched firmly in his hands, he just had to wait for the right timing.
Rustling movement and voices caught his attention as the demon stood, if he opened his eye a slit, it's legs vertical from his tied hands.
With renewed momentum and adrenaline, the need to escape and be with Dean, safe again. Sam swung up suddenly, knife placed in his fist, both hands plunging upward into the demons thigh, he pulled down ripping through the skin when a backhand hit his cheek, making a shallow cut and he fell back, stunned.
Pride tore the blade from his leg, the hosts blood draining through its new and designer trousers. His face bent forward, eyes lightening black then red. You could say pissed.
Sam rolled, crawled over to Dean, still helpless. Strong hands pulled him back up and fired him backwards against the far wall, where he'd just escaped from.
He thudded into the wall with a grunt, his ribs on fire, his breathing hitched and his heart beat when the first layer of plaster broke and he slid to the floor, a mixture of blood and dints in the broken wall above. Ribs throbbing in sync with his heart, headache booming and fuzzing his vision. He tried to breathe.
"Teach you son...to mess with me!" It emphasized the word 'me' again with authority.
Bleary unfocused eyes glanced up, blood from his split lip on his chin, down his neck.
Labored breathing slowed, calmed then gained courage to talk.
"You're nothing...you've nothing to be proud about." Sam sarcastically said, voice raspy and unsure. But his eyes stayed strong and his posture defiant.
The demon turned up it's lips, disgusted. "You'll learn." It warned, low and cold.
Dean had to flinch at that, Sam was being like him, and it was gonna' get him killed, there wasn't a damn thing he could to do to help either!
Before Dean could voice his warning the demon grabbed Sam's hair in a vice like fist and dragged up slowly up.
Sam grunted and growled low in his throat as the force, the fist entwined with tufts of hair, pulled and ripped up under the weight, he was too tired to lift himself and the strain on his breathing from his injured ribs wasn't helping him much.
"Let GO of him!" Dean yelled again, this time managing to step one foot fully forward as the demon's holds were occupied to his brother.
Who by the way didn't look all too good.
"You...of all people think your kind is better than mine!" It spat hatefully, Sam's eyes scrunched up in pain, mouth open in a silent scream.
Sam had risen to his full height now but the demon carried on lifting by his hair.
"Ah..." he gasped "Yes!" Sam spat back, literally on the demons face. It dropped him, so Sam's feet touched the floor
It picked up the bloody knife from the floor, smeared the blood on a handkerchief from it's host's left jacket pocket and dropped the crimson blotted tissue.
The knife wasn't long in length, bit it would sure feel bad, considering it was blessed-didn't that have any effect on the demon at all?
Sam began to sink again, the other 2 demon's grabbed an arm each pinning him to broken plaster and dry wall while also holding him up.
Dean was proud, sure to hell and back he was damn proud, but Sam wasn't helping any of them if he got too hurt in this piss-ass battle, the demons cheated on.
But when was fair ever used in a demon battle?
Sam eyed the knife, his bangs flopping in his face when he breathed, in...out...in...out.
"I'm going to tear your skin off...strip by strip. I'm going to make pain become your life!" It yelled in his face, Sam turned away clenching his eyes shut.
The female harshly shoved his face forward again, to her master, root of all sins so he said.
Sam was prepared to spit again this close range but the knife came quickly and stopped just biting the skin on his neck.
He moved his head back forcefully, away from the blade. "Go ahead and kill me..." Sam whispered only to the demon, and it could tell boring into his hazel depths, Sam meant that.
The knife bit closer, drawing a line of blood.
"But I can hurt you...first." It sneered.
Dean and Bobby, with their new found hunter Tamera watched helplessly, unable to help at all, unable to move.
The demon drew back, ready to aim the final blow, Sam kicked outward, twisting the blade to stab into the demon. He swung with his body and used all of his momentum to elbow the other demon in the face.
Sam dropped, glancing back then tried to stand and walk towards Dean.
Shuffling and stumbling he made it so close.
The demon stood stock still...Knife thrust through it's male host, eyes bleeding black smoke, red blood. The knife touched through plaster and brick, the third Demons face mashed. Dead.
"Two to go." Sam cheered as he reached Dean's foot, and carried on.
The female glanced at her leader, staring at the dead human form, as though in sadness.
"Yeah but which one was he? We got lust, envy and gluttony, not to mention wrath, so who's the girl? then that dude...great she has to be greed or sloth...not to mention pride over there." Dean quipped, he bent down to help Sam up, only managing to be dragged down with him.
Sam sighed with relief as he felt Dean lean close.
Too bad no-one was watching the demons. They now faced the Winchesters, Eyes seething red and black. Man high level demons from hundreds of years ago were badass.
Pride ripped the blade free and stared at them in a rage, he raised his hand with the knife and lightening fast spun it through the air. Sam reacted first, pulling Dean to face him in a spin by his collar of his leather jacket and then pushing him backwards, but all too slow when the knife made its intended mark and both brothers thudded to the floor.
Sam cried out.
Dean looked up to a clenched face and heavy breathing by his younger brother, who slid off him lazily.
"Sam?" Dean asked fearful of is reply, or lack of.
"Ah..." Sam swallowed hard.
Dean eased himself up, Bobby and Tamera ran forward with holy water blazing in buckets and spewed the lot at the remaining demons.
The demons flinched then sizzled from the sting. They smiled and flashed out of place with a blink.
They all knew it wasn't at all over yet.
Dean kneeled in front of Sam, beginning to lean him over onto his back when Sam gasped and shouted in alarm.
"NO...NO DEAN don't!" Sam pleaded, eyes wide, still tied hands searching to hold onto Dean somehow.
"What?...what is it?" Dean asked cautiously, Bobby walked past scanning over the rest of the house, shotgun ready.
Tamera took checked the other floors.
"Ahh..." Sam squirmed, he rolled onto his stomach and asked Dean to 'take it out' so innocently Dean didn't know what was happening until he saw his brothers own blade handle jutting from his shoulder.
"AWW man!" Dean said, annoyed, frustrated, tired.
Dean firmly held Sam still and ripped the narrow and short spike out with a tearing sound, Sam strangled a cry and hiss of pain. Sam fell still beneath his trembling finger for a moment, breathing deeply.
Dean sighed.
"t'is bad?" came a muffled question.
It took Dean a second to realize Sam wasn't out yet and answered simply. "No...but there's a lot of blood." Dean sighed again. It wasn't really bad, but it shouldn't have happened.
"Thanks." Sam sighed, then again rolled onto his back. Staring at Dean with large twinkling eyes.
Dean smiled solemnly.
"They'll be back Sammy." Dean regrettably informed.
"I know, I'm sorry but they saw the trap...three of em...I couldn't...uh-" he trailed off, breathless.
"Can you stand?"
"Yeah...just gimmie' a bit...'kay." Sam weakly smiled.
Dean's mind screamed. Dean help him you fool? he looks like he's dying all over again! Do something, say something! do your job!
Sam moaned a little.
"Hey...you okay?" Edgy. Dean shifted.
"Believe it or not...headache." Sam smiled softly.
Dean held out a hand to help Sam up just in time when he heard the front door burst open, and six pairs of feet stomp through the house, gunfire and Bobby's yells.
"FUCK!"
TBC