On with chapter 3- Not all's said and done...
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"Thanks." Sam sighed, then again rolled onto his back. Starring at Dean with large twinkling eyes.
Dean smiled solemly.
"They'll be back Sammy." Dean regretably 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 6 pairs of feet stomp through the house, gunfire and Bobby's yells.
"FUCK!"
NOW...
"Dean, take Sam somewhere safe, Ya hear?" Bobby yelled over the commotion.
Tamera had taken to throwing lamps, stools and any piece of lift able furniture or weapons she could get to.
Bobby spilt gallon upon gallon of blessed holy water over the old floorboards, at least it covered everywhere.
Bobby spun to face a sizzling footed demon, twice his height and large bulging muscle.
"You afraid of me pops?" it said accusingly.
Bobby blanched then backed up to a doorway, feeling the familiar silver glock behind the cabinet to his left.
As Bobby reached a hold and swung it, nose touching barrel end, he smirked.
"That ain't gonna' work on me smart-ass."
"Wanna' bet?...14th century monastery silver..." Bobby fired at the fear spreading over its face and a slap of red coated the walls like an enthusiast just ran with a paint brush. The fact he just blatantly ended an innocent's life never crossing his mind, the smoking barrel cleared-his path open once again. "One down." he muttered.
He had to get to Sam and Dean, the salt barrier around the hallway after pride left keeping them somewhat safe.
Tamera's scream pierced through the house vibrating their ear drums. It was all pain and fear.
Bobby made a mad dash in her direction, once again finding her husband not so much dead, but hanging in front of her...the demons torture-able punch bag.
He hung several feet of the floor, the ceiling fan's chord wrapped tightly around his odd angled neck, blood dripped on the floor, some on her face. She looked terrified. Lost.
She'd lost her daughter to these things, lost her husband, her sanity. Anger thrummed through her veins as she ran to the first of the two possessed, in a slashing action she brought a long jagged hunter's knife from her sheath and slashed through his fleshy throat, felt the grate on bone and snap of nerves, its eyes shed their blackness. One final throb from the pulse point as the head slid off sickeningly, legs folding underneath, kneeling then toppling over, blood waved over her boots. Not all immortal then.
Glancing down, she saw the real red, her daughter's red, Isaac's crimson-this man's refueled her rage making her see more than just a life, than just a colour.
Hatred. like a snake ready to spring, a bull aiming for the matador drawn to the red.
"Bastards." She seethed, the thick London accent a trait of her life before this, of happier times.
Bobby didn't move for a moment, when she made a second strike, the other man fell dead also, her shrill deep aching shriek chasing out his own scream of pain.
Black smoke welled at the ceiling, forced to go back to an imprisoning hell, again. It writhed knowing it's fate, when with a flash it went back. One way.
"Tammy?" Bobby cautiously whispered, his rough voice and dried touch brought her sense back, facing him he saw the blood streaked on her face, clothes.
None of it was hers he knew.
Sam at least could stand on his own for a while now, not toppling over, seeing five impressions of one Dean. His hunting senses eager to be kicking back in, although pain and confusion marked him, attempts a little slower, voice more hoarse.
At least he was alive.
"Sam?...I'm just gonna' get Bobby. 'kay hold on." Dean eased a little at Sam's intense stare, focus back in those sinkable eyes. He felt better.
Before Dean had the chance, Both known hunters joined him stepping over large blessed salt crystals.
"How'd it go?" Dean made a motion at his sides with extended fingers. Waiting expectantly.
"We got three, I'm sure I heard more though, seen any?" Bobby swept the room, wise eyes beyond his years picking up trails the youngster's never would.
"No...Sam's just back up." Dean indicated a thumb over to Sam, leaning against the stair's banister.
"You think they brought more sins?" Sam rasped. Swallowed thickly.
"No, they're mortal. These are just back up demons, but those two sin's that left are back..." Bobby tightened his lips. "Smell that?...more sulfur for the strong ones. They brought something else in here boys, I'm damn sure!" He nervously scratched his peppered chin, wiry hairs never let him down before, same as Sam's spidey sense and Dean's gut feeling.
"What you thinking?...something much bigger?" he sounded fearful, worried almost.
"Yeah, maybe Dean. Look I'm not sure...but there ain't many a things leave a trail like that..." he gestured to the window sills, and around the corners of the hallway.
Stacks of greenish, yellow dust piled.
Sulfur.
"You just look out on Sam...He had enough for the day. Whatever they're after, I'm betting their wanting him again." Sam tensed at the thought.
His ribs protested against the involuntary tensing of his muscles, and his breathing labored before he got it under control.
"Great. He wheezed, Dean looked on angered, Sam couldn't handle any more.
"Your ribs?" Dean questioned protectively.
"Yeah...m'fine." Sam coughed, clutched his side, and lowered himself to the bottom step.
"We don't have time for this." Dean defeatedly admitted, he needed to check over Sam-first priority-no excuses.
"Well then...lets deep fry these mothers." The west end accent again replayed, cocksure and sarcastic but sure as hell ready to kill these once and for all.
A thud of feet from upstairs caught their attention, and Dean attentively moved Sam from the stairs, leaning on himself instead.
"How many?"
"Three, four. I don't know."
"Great, then...what's the defense?" he asked sarcastically.
"We ain't got much left, a few more devil's traps, more holy water. Guns and knifes for the regular demons up there." Came his aged voice.
They nodded, swapped weapons, who was going after what and where the traps were before breaking apart, each with their own brand of protection.
Dean held Sam back until the other's left sight.
He held out a pen and started to draw a permanent entrapment and pentagram on both Sam's wrists.
"They can't get the hold on you so easily...we're gonna' have to split up." Dean's heart felt like a voodoo doll, his words were his own pins stabbing at him.
"Keep safe Sammy." He smiled, sad eyes conflicting the two feelings.
"I'll try." He grinned weakly, then followed Dean up the stairs to their own personal destination.
Little did he figure, not only pride had the revenge sworn on him. But a whole other form, a voice he'd never forget the way it flowed no matter who's body it captured.
The demons weren't the ones being hunted.
A crash from the far bedroom had Sam spinning, even though he was ordered to stay to his directed room he ran back the way he and his brother parted, the crash no less being Dean in trouble.
"DEAN!" Sam screamed and burst the door open.
Dean stood still, gun aimed but not the cause of the noise. Another, never having the pleasure of meeting yet- slender female held a knife slitting pride's very own female accomplice's throat, now only one sin to go through.
"Dean?...what?" Sam cautiously stood near Dean.
Blood pooled below on the choking young woman, black eyes still fevering.
She whispered expertise Latin, too fast and breathy for a mere human, soon with a scream Greed or sloth left this world, it's host choking from the slit throat and gushing pool of life escaping all too fast.
The unknown women dropped the blade, gleaming as it spun to the wooden boards and clanged loudly.
"Thanks...who are you?" Dean asked, taken back this other girl was on their side.
"Oh...don't get too merry yet Dean...Sam...don't thank me, this-" She gestured at the medieval demon. "Isn't for your benefit." She smiled coyly.
Coldness feared through them.
Bobby's voice echoed behind them, Tamera's accent blended with it.
"The other's are dead, slit throat's." Bobby panted, then stared at the newly acquired female.
"Really...they were nothing much, there's another around though Sammy, he's after you." She winked, Sam flinched-he recognized this voice. The way it was used, manipulated.
"Sam don't listen." Dean seethed. "Where is it?"
"Oh...around." She twirled her head and glanced through him, chilling.
"Why don't you tell him to show himself then?...he too chicken, like you?" Dean snickered, until a slam behind him made another presence known. The lamps flickered.
"No... Dean, I'm not chicken, I've been waiting for the right moment. A lot like your traps for my kind...we've finally trapped you." Pride emerged behind the door, sealing their exit and backing the small hunters group into the middle of the empty room. Between himself and this other aqqaintance.
Dean stood Sam behind him roughly, side wards so he could watch both sides.
He could feel Sam's shivers and trembles from behind.
"Dean..?" Sam whispered glancing at the woman.
Dean faced his scared younger brother, looking way too young right now.
"It's..." Sam stuttered, he saw the female twitch in his direction, smiling hatefully.
Dean grew concerned, this new chick was freaking his brother out.
Pride made a few steps forward toward Dean, he leaned in close careful of the raging Winchester. "How's your brother?" It smiled. "Did I do a good job." It wasn't a question.
I don't think you should be so half-cocked ya know?...She just took out all your demon buddies." Although Dean knew deep down she had something to do with this.
"She didn't just kill them, lower level demons don't match up to us...and were old friends-didn't need the others so I joined the massacre a little." It sniped, winked amusingly at Dean's awkwardness and stepped away.
"So how you wanna' do this...'old friend'?" She sarcastically replied.
"Well, you know I have a favorite..." Pride stared at Sam, just itching to break more of his 'prodigy' bones.
"I too have a favorite...I didn't finish him off the last time..." She licked her lips, persuasively.
"Ladies first my dear." Pride bowed, but only an inch nod to show her power.
"Really...you won't mind if I take you out first?" She asked innocently.
Pride stared forward, the hunters no clue to their century fall outs.
"You thought I's sit back when you were going to over run me?...From my destiny? Steal my power! you've no pride filthy low level." She shouted, ice could of hung in the room from the tension.
"YOU!" It bellowed. "You're going to betray me?...well I would have gotten to you first but our encounter in hell, and your escape made things more than an argument of power my dear." he cooed, growing closer to Sam, to Dean, Bobby and Tamera safely aiming weapons.
"Ha!...it's all my power and your jealousy to have what I have, you can't handle that!" She spat coldly, stomping forward reaching Sam's shoulder, Dean kept calm and ready.
She reached out a hand.
"My favorite..."
"He's MINE you filthy BITCH!" Pride went to grab Dean out of the way but he stood backwards, taking Sam and effectively distancing the demons from his little brother.
"You two can have a demon domestic, 'kay. But none of you are gonna' touch my brother!" Dean snarled, pure seething ached to rip these fuckers to pieces keeping him still for the sake of his still shaking brother, whose wheeze came back. Dean stared Pride head on, "He's no-ones to have!" Low and menacing.
"Now Dean, I've already had Sam..." She turned the host's body toward him, putting hands behind her back, swinging her body forward. She cooed lovingly. "Don't you remember me?...not even just a little?" She lifted her thumb and finger and made a small size reference.
Realization and fear froze his feet, stopped his heart and dropped his stomach in mid drop back to earth-sickening amount of time to realize her point, why Sam was so scared.
"Meg!" he growled. She winked in approval, clapped her hands and threw a threatening glare toward Pride, he screamed dropping to his knees. Meg's host cocked her head to the side, eyes moving with venom and lighting powers moving to pride, whispered rituals passing her lips.
Something cracked loudly and the black slowly dissolved from prides eyes as the yellow eyed demons, dead.
"Now...back to you." She leveled even glares and threw her head back.
Air whooshed past them, then lightning pain ignited his bones, He saw Sam drop his eyes with renewed pain and felt the shake when Bobby too hit the wall.
Tamera dropped dead with a snap.
"I never liked her." She smirked. "A waste, really...Now to get started on my real plan." She walked seductively forward, each step adding pressure they already had pushing on the wall, after three steps, Sam cried out, his ribs couldn't take much more, breathing was starting to stick in his chest.
Bobby felt guilty, but at least his friend was with her husband now, and hopefully at peace.
Now he had to make sure the only surviving Winchesters...well survived.
That didn't bode well for Sam right now...her sights were set on him.
Dean growled...this was getting old.
tbc