Okay, here is the second chapter for tonight. I hope you're looking foreward to some demon ass kicking!
Cindy.
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Sam stared fearfully at his brother, Bobby's presence forgotten at the moment. He swallowed against the sudden bile that rose in his throat.
"T-Talk about wh-what?" Sam stammered, terrified of what he would hear.
Dean opened his mouth to speak, but the look of fear on Sam's face chased his words away. He dropped his eyes to his nervously tapping fingers as he willed his heart to slow it's racing beat. He looked up again at Sam's small, heartwrenching voice.
"D-Dean? The demon blood is gone isn't it? P-Please tell me its gone. Please tell me I didn't go through all of that for nothing…" the younger man pled, causing his older brother to nearly lose it.
Dean brushed his hand over his face, his trembling hand doing nothing to ease Sam's fear.
"The demon blood is gone Sammy. It's gone…"
"Then what's wrong? Dean…please tell me."
"The demon blood is gone, but…but your powers aren't. Your powers were yours before the demon blood Sammy…"
Sam suddenly felt faint and Dean quickly reached over to grab hold of his arm when his face went stark white. Bobby reached forward too, but Sam felt nothing. Heard nothing. Nothing but his own voice crying over and over. "Nonononono…."
The next thing Sam knew was he was lying on the sofa and the concerned faces of his brother and friend were hovering over him. Dean's lips were moving and he looked panicked, but Sam couldn't hear what he was saying. He squeezed his eyes shut and instantly felt a warm hand gently cup his cheek.
"…'ammy? Come on bro…don't do this to me. Sammy? Please…"
And all of a sudden, Sam could hear. Sam opened his eyes again and Dean sighed with relief.
"Oh…thank God…"
Sam lifted a shaky hand up and grasped Dean's wrist. He stared up at his brother, trying to get his tongue to work, but failing miserably. He took a deep breath and tried again.
"D-Dean? Wh…what hpn'd?" he whispered.
"You passed out Sammy. How do you feel?" Dean answered, his hand never leaving Sam's cheek.
"Um…I…weird. I feel weird."
"Uh…okay, not what I was hoping for…"
"D-Did you say my p-powers aren't gone?"
"Oh…uh…yeah Sammy…they…"
"But, how? If…if the demon blood is gone…how?" Sam whispered, and all Dean could think was how damned fragile his giant brother sounded.
"Sammy…this can wait until you're feeling stronger…"
"No!" Sam cried as he pushed against the hands that suddenly were on him, trying to sit up.
"Sam…stay down…" Bobby instructed, his hand pressing down on Sam's chest.
Sam jerked his eyes to the side as if suddenly aware of the second man's presence. He fought against the hands that held him until Dean and Bobby had no choice but to help him up to a sitting position. They drew the line though when he attempted to swing his legs over the edge of the sofa.
"Sam…"
"Dean! Alastair is coming! He's coming for me and I'm just sitting here!" Sam cried.
"We're not letting him near you Sammy…don't worry…"
"You don't understand! He'll go through you and Bobby to get to me. I can't let that happen!"
"Sam…calm down. We'll deal with it…"
"No! I made that deal to protect you and Bobby from me. I'm not going to let Alastair take you from me now! I have to get out of here…I have to get far away from you…"
"Not gonna happen Sam! You go out there, Alastair will be all over you…"
"Better me than you, Dean…"
"You really think that? The last four months nearly killed me Sam. I'm not losing you again!"
Sam collapsed back, his eyes suddenly wet with tears. "I'm sorry Dean…I just keep hurting you. I can't let anything happen to you…or Bobby."
"Now you listen here you little idjit! You ain't leaving and you ain't sacrificing yourself for us! There's been way too much of that crap already! You keep your ass on that couch and Alastair can't get to you…or us," Bobby ranted, looking quickly at Dean's shocked face before his eyes returned to Sam.
Sam nodded slowly and lowered his eyes to his lap. "'m not an idjit…" he mumbled softly and Dean could almost see his lower lip sticking out dejectedly, just like when he was little.
"You're acting like it Sam. What good would getting yourself killed or taken back to hell do? We'll deal with Alastair…"
"How? We don't have Ruby's knife…we don't have the Colt…we…" and then Sam's eyes flew open wide and he looked from Dean to Bobby as an idea formed.
"What's wrong Sammy? Are you okay?" Dean questioned fearfully.
"I still have my powers. I can mind zap him…I think…I can try…"
"Uh-uh…no way! You can barely stand, Sam. Besides, it didn't work before, in the church attic. We'll deal with him some other way," Dean shot.
"But Dean…"
"No…Dean's right Sam. Besides, we may need your little mind zap thing to kill Lilith…"
"So…I'll kill her too…when we find her…"
"She can't know you still have your powers Sam…" Dean said.
"What? What do you mean?"
"Castiel said that the demons, Lilith included, thought your powers came from Azazel's blood, but they didn't. You always had them. They think you're helpless now. If you use the powers to kill Alastair, Lilith will know and we'll never find her," Dean explained.
Sam sat silent for a moment before he spoke. "So…what do we do? How do we stop Alastair?"
"We trap him…" Bobby said, deep in thought.
"How?" Dean asked.
"He'll come here," Bobby answered, his attention now on the brothers. "We let him in the house, lead him to a devils trap. We keep him…"
"Why keep him? Why not exorcise him?" Dean queried.
"Lilith will come for him if he doesn't show up with proof that I'm dead. We can take them both by surprise. I can kill them both…"
"No way…too dangerous for you…"
"Dean…"
"No Sammy…your head nearly exploded when you took Samhain out. Alastair and Lilith? You'll never survive it."
"Dean…we can end this war…"
"Not at the expense of your life Sam…"
"I'm willing to make that sacrifice Dean."
"Well…I'm not willing to let you."
"Nobody's sacrificing anything. We'll contact Castiel. Maybe he can help figure out a way to use Sam's abilities without it killing him," Bobby interjected.
"What about Alastair? He's close Bobby," Sam asked softly.
"We need to get things set up. We'll get him trapped and then we'll contact Castiel."
"Alastair's stronger than your average demon, Bobby. Ruby's knife, holy water…Sam's powers, nothing fazed him," Dean offered nervously.
"I got a few tricks up my sleeve. I may be old, but I ain't feeble."
"I don't want him near Sam, Bobby. We should get him down to the saferoom…"
"We can't Dean. Alastair won't come if he can't sense Sam."
"Then he doesn't come. I vote on him not coming…"
"No…we gotta do this Dean. I can't stay in that room forever. Better to just get it over with."
"You're still so weak Sam…"
"I'm fine. Let's just do it."
"Sam…"
"We're wasting time. He's gonna be here soon."
Dean looked closely at Sam, just on the fringe of panic until he saw the determination in his eyes. There was fear there still, but determination was winning out. Dean slowly nodded and Bobby immediately went to work. He pulled several ancient books from the piles around the room, murmuring as he went through each, jotting down notes. Dean moved Sam to the diningroom, making sure he was safely seated before he went to help Bobby get everything set up. It didn't take long before the last line of the new devils trap was drawn. A stronger devils trap. Or at least the men hoped it was.
Dean checked on Sam then nodded to Bobby. Bobby reached for the shotgun he kept near the door at the same time Dean pulled another from above the fireplace. Dean stepped in front of Sam and waited. Meanwhile, Bobby went to the front door and with the toe of his boot, he scattered the salt line. He hurried to the diningroom and together the three men waited.
They didn't have to wait long it turned out because just a few minutes later the front door exploded in, causing the three men to jump. Dean rested a hand on Sam's trembling shoulder and squeezed comfortingly. He stepped more squarely in front of Sam when they heard a calm voice echo through the house.
"Little Sammy Winchester…come out, come out wherever you are…"
The men waited, silently willing the demon to come their way.
"Time for us to play Sammy…just like old times. I'll bet you miss my hands on your body, don't you? Or is it your daddy's hands you miss?" the hateful voice called.
Sam flinched and Dean turned hot with fury when he heard his brother whimper.
"Just come this way you bastard!" Dean hissed through clenched teeth.
But Alastair had other plans. Without warning, Dean and Bobby were flung away from Sam, their bodies violently making contact with the walls where they remained pinned and struggling, their eyes wide as Alastair stepped up to Sam, coming in from the other doorway. Sam appeared to be lost in his own world, soft whimpers whispering from his lips.
"You stay the hell away from him you son of a bitch or I'll tear you apart limb from limb!" Dean screamed, flinching as Alastair trailed his fingers down Sam's flushed face.
Alastair glanced Dean's way and smiled coldly. He cupped Sam's chin and lifted his face, turning his attention back to the younger hunter and chuckling at the vacant stare he met. He let loose of Sam's face and strolled up to Dean, his hands grasped behind his back.
"Dean…it's been awhile. We had some fun times, didn't we? Of course, not as much fun as Sammy and me, but then Lilith didn't give me free reign with you," the demon hissed, his tongue running indecently over his lip as he turned and eyed Sam.
"Just leave him alone dickweed. You have no right to him anymore," Dean spat dangerously.
Alastair shook his head as he raised his fingers to tap his lips. "You know…I could take him right now…right here in front of you both. That way you'd get the full on effect, not some muted vision…"
"Don't you touch him…I'm warning you Alastair…"
Alastair continued on as if Dean hadn't spoken, turning as he walked back toward Sam. "I mean…look at him. He isn't even there anymore…like he's checked out or something."
The demon laughed cruelly as he ran his fingers through Sam's hair, delighting in the looks of rage and fear on the restrained hunter's faces. He stepped behind the chair that Sam sat on and ran his hands over Sam's shoulders then down his chest. He nuzzled his cheek in Sam's hair, his eyes glued to Dean's red face. For a moment, Sam's soft whimpers were the only sound in the room until Dean smiled, reining in his fury, his voice calm and deliberate.
"So…how does it feel to be Lilith's bitch Al? I'll bet she's pretty pissed you let Sammy beat you huh? How does it feel to have to bow down to a girl?"
Alastair's smile faded and he jerked his hands up as he flew across the room to once more stand before Dean. Dean smiled, happy that he succeeded to get the demon away from Sam.
"I'm nobody's bitch Winchester…"
"Oh…you're not huh? So…you don't jump when Lilith tells you to?"
"Dean…don't antagonize him," Bobby warned, his eyes moving from the demon, to Sam and then back to Dean.
"Listen to your friend Dean…"
"You wanted to do so much more to me, but Lilith wouldn't let you. You just said that Al so I know it's true."
"Lilith ain't here now Dean-o. I can do whatever I want. To your buddy…to you…to sweet little Sammy. The only instruction I have is to bring Sam's head to Lilith. What I do in the meantime is all up to me…"
"I hope you're gonna bring a little more than you did before with me 'cause I gotta tell you…you bored me off that table dude…"
"You don't think I was hard enough on you? You want me to show you what I can really do? What I did to blank boy over there?"
"You ain't got the balls to do…" Dean started, his voice cut off as extreme pain ripped through his body.
"Dean!" Bobby shouted as blood spilled from the younger man's nose and mouth.
"Not much to say now huh?" Alastair taunted as he pressed his face up to Dean's.
So intent was the demon on his torture, and Bobby on his friend that no one noticed Sam rise from the chair, his once blank eyes gazing with heated intensity at Alastair. His body began to tremble and finally Bobby noticed him, his eyes going wide as the demon gasped and was jerked away from Dean. Both older hunters fell from the wall and Bobby hurriedly crawled to Dean's side, just reaching him as the younger hunter rolled onto his side, his shocked eyes staring at the sight of his baby brother holding Alastair captive with just a look.
"Wh-what are y-you…doing…S-Sam?" Alastair stammered, his shocked face pinched as if he were in pain.
"You're n-not…going to…hurt my…f-family," Sam managed through clenched teeth.
"This is impossible…Azazel's blood is gone! H-How…"
"The blood m-may be gone…b-but the…the powers are m-mine…"
Bobby and Dean watched, mesmerized as Sam slowly turned his body, the demon's body following in tandem. Once Alastair's back was to the devil's trap, Sam stepped forward, and with one shaky footstep after another he slowly backed the demon into the trap. Once Alastair was secured within the confines of the trap, Sam collapsed to the floor and curled onto his side, his arms wrapped around his body tightly.
"Sam!" Dean shouted as he pushed to his hands and knees and crawled to his brother's side.
Bobby rushed forward, ignoring the insults and cursing coming from the trapped demon. Together he and Dean rolled Sam onto his back. Blood covered Sam's lips and chin where it had flowed from his nose. His eyes were scrunched tightly shut, but he opened them when he felt a gentle caress to his cheek and he smiled weakly up at his brother's concerned face.
"Y-You look l-like c-crap Dean…" he panted.
"Right back at ya dude," Dean said with relief as he wiped the blood from his own face.
"You okay Sam?" Bobby's gruff voice asked from Sam's other side and the youngest hunter turned toward the sound.
"'m fine Bobby," Sam whispered in reply. "You 'k Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy…I'm okay," Dean answered.
The two men stood and helped Sam up from the floor, gently seating him once more in the chair he had just vacated. Once he was seated, Sam's eyes moved to the imprisoned demon who glared hatefully back at him.
"Dean…wh-what did I just do?" Sam asked nervously.
Dean rested his hand on Sam's shoulder and squeezed lightly. "I don't know Sammy, but it was frickin' awesome!"
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Cindy.