SUPERNATURAL
THE PARCAEX RITUAL
Chapter 15
Sam grasped at his forehead, a blinding white light torturing him and an excruciating pain befalling him.
Every time they happened it just became more painful, and now images began to flicker through his mind, and suddenly he was thrown into the grandstand of an alternate time and place.
Sam glimpsed the outside of the house they were situated in, and suddenly his vision was thrown onto the inside, where a devastating image met his eyes.
They were outnumbered, but still Dean and Bobby held their positions, guns raised at Mathew Walkers head.
"Boys, you could shoot me now, but it won't do you any good. There are more than fifty Demons circling you at this moment, and every one is ready to rip you to shreds the minute I fall to the ground. But of course, they don't want to actually cause my death, which is the only thing keeping you alive."
"Why are you collecting the knives?" Dean asked, "What business do you have with them?"
The vision began to flicker, and almost as if he was moving forward in time, Sam saw the aftermath of this scene, right before his eyes.
Bobby was crouched in a corner, his broken body bloodied and bruised. Dean was pressed up against a wall, blood dripping from his face onto the cold floorboards below. Walker picked himself up from the ground, holding a pistol in his hands.
His left eye was bleeding terribly, and there was nothing but complete hatred etched into the harsh lines of his face. It was a horrific sight, and he cocked the pistol.
"What will you achieve by killing us?" Dean asked weakly, "What is the purpose of this?"
"If there is anyone who is capable of stopping me and my plans," Walker answered, "It is you, Dean. You, your friend and your brother, but I will get to them in a moment."
He raised his gun and aimed it at Dean. A loud gunshot echoed through the room, and the body of Dean fell to the ground, a clear gunshot wound in his forehead.
Without wasting a second, Walker approached Bobby. Bobby was supporting broken bones and was incapable of defending himself as Walker unleashed the legendary weapon of Ollathair and stabbed it straight through Bobby's' chest. Bobby choked on his own blood and the life from his eyes began to fade.
His breathing stopped and he lay still, his blood spilling onto the floor in front of him.
The demons frothed at the mouths, and Walker smiled, "Help yourselves, boys."
Sam woke up, panting and sweating horrifically. Dean and Bobby were in danger, and he knew it. His visions were never wrong. But he sincerely hoped that for once they were.
"So, Bobby, what's the plan?"
Dean and Bobby were standing in the same motel room that Dean had booked last time they were in town, preparing themselves with an arsenal of knives, holy water, salt, paint and guns.
"Truthfully," Bobby answered, "I have no idea."
"Well, we need something! We've never taken on this many demons before! Plus this bastard has two of the three knives that we need to take down Lucifer, and we can't do it without them."
"Well, if you come up with anything good, let me know, because I'm completely stumped."
"How do you take on an army of Demons and win?" Dean asked himself, "Plus the murderous freak who has kidnapped two of your best friends and holds them hostage right at this moment."
"Do you think we still hold the element of surprise, Dean?"
Dean sighed, "I don't think we ever had it in the first place. He knew we were coming the whole time, that's why he kidnapped Jo and Ellen."
"I think we should get a look at the house first, get an idea of where we're going to be, before actually running in."
"Yeah," Dean replied, "That would probably be the smart idea. How long until sunset do you think?"
"Maybe three hours? Or less, but I think that should be enough time to search the house and be back before dark."
"When do we go in?"
"I guess our only option is at night, and hopefully with the cover of darkness, we can sneak up on them."
Dean loaded one of his pistols and shoved it into the back pocket of his jeans, "Well, let's go search that house."
"Astaroth." The deep voice boomed throughout the graveyard surrounding the Devils Gates.
A small girl approached the shadow that spoke, but she did not tremble the slightest, "Why do you not call me by my name?"
"Because your name is not Lilith, it is truly Astaroth."
"Not since I dwelt within hell. That has not been so for over a century now."
Lucifer did not heed this; "I have a task for you." He announced.
Lilith looked shocked, "Why me?"
"Because the last person I sent on this mission has failed us."
"Sam Winchester? But I thought you had taken care of him! You told us that he was on our side now."
"Well, I hadn't counted on his brothers extreme luck. He managed to bring dear Sammy back to his senses, using an ancient magic that he did not realise he was using at the time."
"What was this power? And how could it be strong enough to overcome you?"
"You do not need to worry. It has been enough to throw me out of control, but not enough to throw me out entirely. Sam will meet his fate in due course. But until then, there is an incomplete mission for you to attend to."
"I must ask you," Lilith started, "Why do you keep Sam Winchester alive? He has the potential to kill the both of us and ruin all your plans for this world. Why do you insist on him living? I could crush him with the palm of my tiny hand, if only you would allow it to me."
"Sam Winchester has a part to play in this just yet, but it is not against us that the part will be played. I know what the three of them are planning, and nor shall it work. They're walking into a trap with every move they make."
"Where do you need me to go?"
"Idaho Springs, number Eighteen High Street. There you will find Mathew Walker, and if I'm right Sams two little friends Dean and Bobby will be there too."
"Whom of these do I have permission to kill?" she asked.
"Anyone or anything else besides Sam Winchester are disposable, just make sure that you get your hands on Walker. He is vital to our plans, and we need him."
"But what if Sam Winchester shows up? What if he tries to interfere?"
The fiery pits of Lucifers eyes lit up, and another thought came to his mind, "Actually, I've changed my mind. I do want you to pay Sam a visit. Do not take the knife with you though, but keep it safe; hidden, as you have been these past weeks. The colt is worthless to us, and I want you to confront Sam with it. He must not suspect what happens, but you must leave it in his possession."
"You want me to take the colt and... give it to Sam Winchester?"
"Yes," he answered, "I have a plan, and for it to succeed Sam must have the colt. But make sure that he does not interfere with the events at number 18 High Street."
"That will be no problem at all. But what if I'm hit with one of the Crusaders blades? Or shot with the colt?"
"You know as well as I, Lilith, that you are practically immune from these perils, just as long as you are out of there before 2100 hours. But beware of Sam. He is much more dangerous than you first thought him to be. He is growing stronger with every passing minute, I can feel it."
"I'm not immune, If I am hit it has fatal consequences for the body in which I reside. But most of the time I'm much too quick for them to hit me at all."
"Exactly, so you should have no problem taking down Sam."
"Do not worry about Sam Winchester, I can deal with him." Lilith smirked.
The shadow erupted in a mass of dark flame and Lilith turned and began to walk, knowing her task and setting out to complete it.
Sam was running around frantically. He had no idea what to do. He knew something terrible was about to happen to Bobby and his brother, but he had no idea where he was or how to get back to Idaho Springs.
He calmed himself down, sitting himself on a chair in the corner and thinking properly. He leaned over and switched on the lamp beside him, illuminating the room in a thick yellow glow.
Knowing Bobby, Sam thought, He would have some kind of old car around the back. Maybe I could use that to drive into town. And it shouldn't be hard to find a road map.
The light began to flicker. All of a sudden the light outside became dull and a cold wind swept through the barn house. Something is coming, Sam thought, jumping up quickly.
He ran into the kitchen, pulled open one of the top cupboards, finding a large white bag and spreading salt around every crack from which a demon could possibly enter. Pulling out a rock-salt gun, he held it out in front of him; ready for anything that may come after him.
"Hello, Sam."
Sam turned sharply to find himself staring into the eyes of a young girl, walking towards him slowly with a strange coolness.
"Lilith," Sam hissed, "What do you want?"
"What's wrong, Sammy? Not happy to see me?"
Sam didn't answer; he just stood there with his weapon raised, glaring at her.
"Well, I must say that I'm happy to see you. Especially since our little reunion in the graveyard, and you must know how lucky you were that night. I must say that I could have killed you a hundred different times these past few days, but unfortunately Lucifer has forbidden it," she smirked, "Until now."
"Why did Lucifer want me alive? And how has he been controlling me?"
"Oh, Sam, I wish I could tell you, but I don't even know myself. Lucifer has his ways, and he always has. This time, he wants you dead, and I plan to help him achieve that."
Lilith pulled out from her pocket a large pistol and cocked it, aiming it at Sam. He recognised it instantly, the colt.
"I should probably tell you," Lilith began, "That I visited your brother, Dean, on the way here. He and his older friend."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. You should know that both of them have already taken their last breath of air. They both lay dead on the streets of Idaho Springs. But of course, you should already know that, you have visions of these things, don't you, Sammy."
"You're lying," he mumbled, "And don't call me Sammy!"
"Ooh, feisty one, huh? Don't worry Sam. They died nice and slowly, choking on their own blood as they pleaded with me to help them."
"Demons lie. You're lying. I know it's not true, you're just trying to screw with my head."
"Oh really? If that is true, then tell me you haven't had a vision lately, Sam."
Sam looked down at her, it couldn't be true, it just couldn't. But he had seen something. He had watched both Dean and Bobby die, but at the hands of Mathew Walker, not Lilith.
"How did they die?" Sam asked.
"Oh, nothing special. Your brother was shot and his friends' throat was slashed."
"And you did this?"
Lilith laughed, "No, Sam. It wasn't me, but oh how I wish it had been."
Sam's stomach dropped at this. Maybe she was telling the truth; maybe Dean was really-
No. He couldn't believe it.
"Sorry, Sam. But this is where it ends for you."
Sams face began to turn red. She cocked the colt and stepped towards him when suddenly the gun flew out of her hands and landed on the ground in the corner. Sam could feel his own temperature rising, anger flowing through him violently.
Though it should have been impossible, Sam picked up a large crate and threw it directly at Lilith, who was sent flying backwards. She spat on the ground and got back up, dodging out of the way of another crate. Lilith smiled; Sam was doing exactly what she needed him to do. He was fighting back. His abilities were kicking in at last.
As Lilith approached him Sam threw himself sideways and grabbed the colt, aiming it at Lilith, who stopped in her tracks.
He pulled himself back to his feet, keeping the gun steady. "How did you get past the salt?" he asked, "No Demon should be able to do that."
Lilith laughed at him again, "You should know that things like that don't work on things like me."
"Oh yeah?" Sam asked, "But I bet this colt would."
She eyed it angrily. He knew - he thought - that he had her exactly where he wanted.
"But I know your secret. I know that you can't be killed at this moment in time."
"Yes, of course you do. So you should know that shooting me with that colt would have absolutely no effect at all."
"Oh? Is that so?" Sam mused, "I know that I can't kill you, but shooting you would cause you to be evacuated from that body you reside within."
Lilith put on a pretend fear, making Sam believe that he actually had the upper hand. He smiled and pulled the trigger.
The bullet sped through the air, but Lilith was faster. Her body evaporated through the ceiling and the bullet hit the wall behind her, ricocheting off, the noise echoing throughout the room.
Lilith reappeared on the other side of him, but before he could react she manipulated the stack of crates in the corner to explode violently, and the debris from the wreckage zoomed across the room and pinned Sam down, beneath more than two hundred kilograms of weight, and the force knocked the wind out of him, and he barely stayed conscious.
Lilith smirked at her work, and within the second, she was gone.
Sam lay beneath the wreckage, the colt still in his hands, and all seemed hopeless. But he knew that he had to get out of there.
The fate of his brother depended on it.
Dean and Bobby approached number eighteen High Street, the kit bag slung over their shoulders. They walked around the back of the house, attempting to gain an idea of the place before their attack later that night. They slowly opened the rear door and walked inside, attempting to be quiet.
But they hadn't been as careful as they should have been. Somebody already knew that they were there.
"Well, well, well," A voice echoed from the room in front of them, and a large man came into view. Dean and Bobby held up their pistols to the figure and slowly entered the next room.
"Mathew Walker." Bobby whispered.
"That's right," he answered, "I know you've been following me for some time now, ever since I gained possession of a valuable weapon you once owned."
The lights were switched on and they saw the full image of Mathew Walker for the first time.
"Do you even know what those weapons can do?" Dean asked, keeping his attention upon Walker, in case he made some kind of move.
Walker laughed, "I know more about these weapons than just about anybody on this planet. Except Lucifer, of course."
"You know about Lucifer?" Bobby asked, surprised.
"Word travels fast around here."
They had entered an extremely large garage of some sort, and the side doors opened and a hoard of demons entered. "Ah, here they are." Walker smiled.
"Where are you keeping our friends?"
"You mean little Jo and her mother?" he chuckled, "Oh, they're in a safe place. But if you've come here to save them, then I'm afraid that you're out of luck."
"Who are you?" Dean questioned, "Are you a demon?"
"Oh, no," Walker chuckled menacingly, "I am no Demon. In fact, I am a descendant of one of the most famous demon hunters of all time."
Bobby and Dean looked confused, and he spoke again, "The blood of the original crusader, Ollathair, runs in my veins. But I am nothing like him. I do not seek to destroy Lucifer."
"You seem confident with yourself," started Dean, "But what makes you think we won't just kill you here and now?"
"Boys, you could shoot me now, but it won't do you any good. There are more than fifty Demons circling you at this moment, and every one is ready to rip you to shreds the minute I fall to the ground. But of course, they don't want to actually cause my death, which is the only thing keeping you alive."
"Why are you collecting the knives?" Dean asked, "What business do you have with them?"
"Oh, never you mind, Dean. I do not plan to bring down Lucifer, but to take over his position. At this moment in time he is the most powerful being on the planet. But with the knives I can overcome him and take that place from him."
Dean looked at him strangely, "You're crazy, you know-" he suddenly stopped.
The lights began to flicker, and Walker's expression became puzzled, but Dean and Bobby knew exactly what was happening.
Something had come. And Dean knew who it was.
Lilith appeared out of nowhere, and with a short flick of her wrist she sent Dean and Bobby flying off into two separate corners of the room.
The Demons started moving towards her, but in a flash of white light they were trapped inside a large electrical dome, screeching in pain as they writhed on the floor, an invisible torture overcoming them.
Walker pulled from his pocket the Demon killing knife and threw it at Lilith who moved her head sideways and dodged the blade. "You'll have to do better than that." She laughed.
The knife rose into the air above where it had landed, and all of a sudden it was launched towards Walker, who threw himself backwards in an attempt to move out of its path, but its blade scraped across his left eye and he landed on the ground, bleeding terribly.
From an unknown hiding place he then pulled out the long sword from whose hand the demon Xelas had lost his life, and ran towards Lilith with it.
She stood still, watching the demons writhing in pain. She had power that none of them had ever seen before. The demons trapped inside the dome began to scream and their bodies became dispossessed, their shadows erupting and falling through the floorboards, the countless bodies falling unconscious to the ground.
Walker lunged at Lilith who - without looking - moved slightly to the side and dodged the blow without raising a finger, and then she turned sharply towards him, her eyes shining white, thrusting out a hand and pinning him against the nearest wall.
She smirked at him, pointing, "I'll get back to you later, Hun."
He struggled against the force, but it was just too powerful for him. Dean was pressed against the wall in the corner, and Lilith approached him, smiling. "Well, if it isn't Dean Winchester."
"Go back to hell, bitch."
"Well, I could say the same to you, Dean." She held her finger out towards him and a burning pain began to drill through Dean's head, and he screamed in agony.
Lilith clenched her fingers and Dean was thrown into the air, hovering six metres in the air on the roof. His body was completely limp, not even attempting to pull himself from Lilith's grasp. He hovered for another few seconds as Lilith enjoyed the use of her power, and then suddenly he dropped violently to the floor, and with a sickening crunch it was almost as if he'd broken his leg.
Dean was barely conscious at this stage, and from her pocket she pulled the third knife, the legendary knife of Palladium they had planned to come after once they finished with Walker.
She swung the blade high in the air, but before she brought it down upon Dean, she began to choke on her own air and spluttered, blood emerging from her mouth. Looking down, she saw the sword of Ollathair protruding from her chest.
She looked in disgust behind her, and saw Sam pull the sword back out again, a gleaming red substance upon its blade.
She fell to her knees and spluttered, "How the hell did you get out?"
Sam looked at her in disgust, "You're not the only one with powers," he smirked.
"But you don't know how to control them!"
"Well, I don't now how I did it either, but I did, and I've stopped you from killing Dean."
"This won't kill me," she laughed, "But I'll be back for you, Sam Winchester. You and your brother."
The body of Lilith dropped to the ground, but her shadowy form rose from the mouth and evaporated through the ceiling.
He didn't have much time. Sam left his brother and walked out to confront Mathew Walker, pulling the colt from his back pocket as he went. But when he got out there, Walker wasn't there.
From behind, Mathew Walker unexpectedly dived on Sam, throwing them both to the floor. Sam attempted to pull himself free, but Walker was too strong. He pulled Sams arm into an awkward position behind his back, and Sam struggled with the pain as Walker led him over to another corner of the room, where he tied Sam to a large metal pole, his hands tied behind his back.
He knelt down and picked up the colt, examining it and laughing. "The gun of Samuel Colt. I've been looking for this thing for a long time. But I had heard that there were no more bullets left. Perhaps I was wrong. But I don't need it for demons, so it won't matter either way."
Walker picked himself up off the ground, holding the colt in his hands, and glanced over at what was once his army of demons, and felt a great pity for them.
Sam looked around desperately for a way to escape. His vision was coming true right before his eyes, and he had no way of stopping it.
He saw the Knife of Amaethon lying on the ground near where Walker had been strung up, and knew what he had to do. Sam focused on it, straining his mind, attempting to use the abilities that he knew were inside of him somewhere.
Walker walked towards Dean, his left eye bleeding terribly, and there was nothing but complete and utter hatred etched into the harsh lines of his face. It was a horrific sight, and he cocked the pistol.
Dean looked like he'd given up. Tears ran down his face and he knew that he couldn't defend himself from this maniac.
The knife lifted itself from the ground and sped over towards Sam. Shocked at his success, he freed himself with the knife, but he knew it was too late. Walker began to pull the trigger towards Dean, and Sam dropped to his knees, focusing his thoughts on the outcome of this shot – what would happen if he couldn't stop it.
The fear was enough, and the adrenaline he focused threw the gun off course and the bullet ricocheted off the wall above Deans' head and Walker looked around for the cause of the disturbance.
Sam kept his concentration fixed upon this power and threw Mathew Walker off balance, sending him tumbling to the floor, hitting his head on a chair sat in the middle. He seemed to be knocked out.
Sam rushed to help Dean out of the room before Walker woke and realised what he was doing.
"Thanks, Sammy." Dean whimpered, and Sam pulled his damaged body from the corner and laid him in one of the large closets off the garage.
Walker rubbed his head and picked himself up again, hatred in his eyes. He grabbed the sword of Ollathair off the ground next to him and proceeded towards Bobby, moving in for the kill.
Sam left Dean and entered the room once more, to see Walker standing over Bobby, the sword raised ready to strike.
"NOO!" Sam exclaimed as Walker struck with the sword, stabbing right through Bobby's chest, blood spilling from the fatal wound.
Grief overcame Sam, and he had tears in his eyes, and Walker turned and smiled at him.
Sam felt anger surge through him once more, and he reached over, pulled the colt from the ground beside him and aimed it at Walker, pulling the trigger.
The room was filled with the sound of sickening gunshots, and Walker didn't realise what had happened to him until it was already too late. He fell backwards and hit the floor, bleeding from three small wounds in his chest.
Sam - his legs ready to give way - crawled over to Bobby, who lay in the corner, choking on his own blood and the life fading from his eyes.
"Bobby," Sam whimpered.
"S-Sam," he stuttered, fighting the mouthfuls of blood blocking his airway, "I'm dy-dying S-Sammy."
"No," Sam whispered, "You can't die, Bobby, you can't!"
Bobby closed his eyes, and with one final breath his head rolled to the side, and he lay still in the silence that followed.
Sam refused to believe what he saw. Bobby was sleeping, yes.
He shook the body, "Bobby?" he whispered, "Bobby!"
No.
Bobby was dead.
I'm sorry!! Don't kill me yet =( Just read on.