The Rider's face creased into a scornful laugh, calling away Sam's internal sense of peace, intending to leave only anger, frustration, and bloodlust. Sam reeled at first, descending quickly into a scream of fury. His arms pumped in uber alert as he descended into those dark emotions, as he gripped his head.
"Then there was one!" The demon hissed at Ezra, who helplessly fumbled around on the floor. Dean snapped vigorously, growling. "Soon my mission will be brought to fruition. This earth shall fall and be reborn!" He strutted towards the fallen Ezra, moving with light speed to come to rest a foot upon the priest's throat. "Spew your words and rhetoric now!" He twisted the phrase like a dare, knowing Ezra would not be able to response. "It's over. I think I'll let your little pet kill you as I watch."
The Rider gleamed with satisfaction until he felt a sudden, heavy, blinding impact to the back of his skull. His foot shifted off of the preacher's neck, startled by the blow, more than injured. When the demon turned, his reaction was sheer disbelief. "Impossible," he murmured through clenched teeth.
"Not in this life time." Sam volleyed back at the thing possessing his brother. "You may have my peace, but you have something else that belongs to me!"
"You can't attack me!"
"Watch me."
"Impossible."
That was all he had a chance to say as Sam threw another balled-up punch, slamming with all the raw emotions the demon incited. He heard a sickening crack as his fist came in contact with the Dean's jaw. He hesitated for a moment, realizing that was definitely the sound of a breaking bone, which he knew the Rider was already actively healing. A small trickle of blood lingered a thin line of web like blood spittle from Sam's fist to Dean's split lip for several seconds before the liquid link broke, dropping a splatter on the floor.
"Let my brother go!" Sam snapped.
Dean reached up, cracked his jaw in place, and wiped at his lip, seeing a smear of red on his hand. His face hardened and his jaw tightened. Rebounding from the shock of Sam's attack, he jumped into a flying spin, administering an aerodynamic display of kicks until he landed on the ground, graceful as a feather falling.
Sam swung around, giving the Rider a taste of his footwork, ending with his knee crashing into Dean's stomach. He followed by grabbing the demon's leg, twisting.
To keep himself from falling, Dean used the momentum and movement of the attack to flip back, kicking out into Sam's knees. In the process, he freed himself as he gained the advantage. Meanwhile, his fist moved forward, smashing an uppercut to Sam's chin. In a flash, he threw an elbow into the ribs.
Twisting in midair, Sam dropped to the earth like a meteorite, his eyes wide in disbelief. Blood dribbled from several areas on his body. Ignoring the pain, he leapt to his feet, fueled by the primal instincts to survive.
They stood apart like ancient gladiators, sizing each other up for a moment. Taking the first strike, Sam launched himself at Dean. They brawled viciously, but the Rider soon gained the advantage and punched into Sam's already sore rib cage. It had only been a couple seconds when the Rider pulled back a fist to deliver a hard blow.
Sam defended, blocking the strike. The two broke apart briefly before swinging at each other, both expertly blocking the other's attacks for a fleeting number of movements. A new intensity formed in the pit of Sam's stomach. He lunged at the Rider, who ducked with a hint of resignation and threw a right to the abdomen. Sam smacked his forehead into Dean's. They both seemed to ignore any pain as they threw punches and whirled kicks at each other. The Rider became angrier and threw a furious punch at Sam's, which was countered by a jab to demon's ribs. Dean let out a yell, and then took this opportunity to punch his brother's jaw. Immediately, he kicked out, shattering a bone in Sam's rib cage. Sam went sprawling back to the floor, clenching in pain.
"Done little one?"
Sam immediately doubled over, clutching a rib. "Not yet," Sam spat out. This time he felt no remorse. "You..." Sam seemed to be choking on rage with his voice echoing a deadly calm. He was up, and he spoke so distinctly that anyone within ear shot would have snapped to attention. "Come on! Let's finish this!"
It was time to play rough in the battle for life or death. Sam's knuckles were red from both he and Dean. He was covered in bruises and his body ached, but he didn't care. He had more important things to deal with-more anger to unleash. He summoned up all his rage and frustration, committing it to his most powerful attack. Again he charged with his body jumping as his fist rose. Sam managed to get one good hit to the face before Dean rammed a powerful blow to the back of Sam's head, followed by blows to the lower back.
The impacts were with full force, moving Sam back until he was pinned on a wall. Dean punched harder, bashing Sam's head in a battery of furious punches. Sam wobbled, his cranium being knocked repeatedly. Blood spewed from his mouth and nose, momentarily cutting off his air supply. He swallowed hard, tasting the nasty helping of iron tang. When he could breathe again, he saw Dean's arm, dropping down like a guillotine blade.
Again, the demon found himself distracted by Sam's attack. The weakened Ezra, not as experience in battle as the Winchesters, mounted his own offense. The seal jutted out from his fingers, making contact with the middle of Dean's back. Ezra let the seal sizzle like a brand on unsuspecting flesh. Slowly words in Latin flew with such speed that the syllables blurred together. The move is enough to garner the demon's immediate attention. He whirled, delivering a hard swinging punch to the side of the priest's head.
The distraction was enough, as Sam staggered backwards. Still he kept his balance. Without even thinking of the consequences he lashed out and sucker punched Dean in the stomach.
Clutching his gut, the breath was stolen and knocked out of the Rider. He hadn't expected Sam to recover so quickly. The demon stepped to the side, narrowly avoiding Sam's leg as he tried to kick him in a martial arts style. Sam countered again and was suddenly in very close. He didn't even stop to think. He trapped Dean's arm, twisting almost to breaking, pinning him in a painful arm lock. His other arm grasped Dean's belt. It took all the leverage he could muster and all the strength in his muscles to move the Rider. He put his weight into a mighty heave, pushing Dean backwards.
Flipping the demon in a 180, he slammed Dean like a cannonball in the baptismal. Soon Sam was over him, fists connecting with skilled accuracy. After a several barrages of swings, Sam dunked the rider under the water. The demon fought, bucking, gaining ground with each movement.
Suddenly, Sam reached out, finding a new, unlikely weapon. The Rider popped from under the water. Before the demon could recover, Sam reacted. With one arm, he easily grabbed one of Dean's wrists. The aggressor pulled, heaved forward, and slammed the hand down with an open palm upon the wood frame of the pool. Then in the other hand, the nail gun whipped, driving the lever down in the middle of Dean's palm. When the metal shaft ripped through Dean's flesh, small splatter of blood spiked as the huge eighteen penny nail through into the fibers of the wood. Twitching like a decapitated animal, writhing in pain, he felt pure madness engulf him. His hand skewered like a piece of meat.