Hey all! I have an early post for you. Are you ready for a bit o demon pain? Good. Enjoy.
Cindy.
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Alastair screams, the piercing sound echoing off the walls of Bobby's basement as the demon writhes on the chair that restrains him. Dean leans over him, a smirk a mile wide on his lips. Ruby's knife slices through the flesh on the demon's bared chest, the blade crackling and sparking as it meets the demon essence within the host's body. Alastair pants and glares up at Dean with hate filled eyes, his lips red as blood gurgles up from his throat to spill out over his chin.
"You like that you demon spawn son of a bitch!?" Dean hisses, relishing the pain and fear that radiates from the demon.
Alastair straightens as best as he can and smiles coldly. "Enjoy it while you can Deano…once I get free I'll drag your ass upstairs so you can hear little Sammy's screams as I rip him apart, piece by pathetic piece. His head will be the last to leave his body. All you'll be left with will be a bloody pile of gore to remember your precious brother by," the demon taunts, even though he knows he'll never make good on his threat. It's worth it though to see Dean flinch, ever so slightly, before the mask is back in place.
Dean steps back and turns to look at Bobby over his shoulder, smirking as the older hunter shakes his head in disgust.
"Do you believe this fucker? Do you believe he actually has the gall to say my brother's name? To threaten him?" Dean asks, to which Bobby shakes his head again, his eyes filled with rage.
Dean turns and mercilessly plunges the blade through Alastair's shoulder and smiles when the demon screams, so much louder and pain filled this time then any of the times before. Dean leans in and hisses into Alastair's ear, his tone cold and cruel and so unlike Dean it frightens even Bobby.
"You hurt my brother you sorry piece of shit…if I could, I'd slice you apart, but…I have to leave you for Sam. He's earned the right to kill you more than I have."
Dean stands tall again and sneers down at the pissed off demon. "Doesn't mean I can't have fun with you though."
The blade is pulled from Alastair's shoulder and Dean begins to cut through his flesh again, his smile widening with each scream he tears from the demon's throat.
Sam's eyes flew open wide and he bolted up from his pillow, his chest hitching as he panted wildly, trying to draw as much oxygen into his lungs as he could. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, and he knew without a doubt that what he'd just dreamed was not a dream at all. He knew that what he had witnessed was happening right now, two floors below him in Bobby's basement. Sam felt sick and he leaned over until his head almost lay on his knees, breathing deeply in an attempt to push the nausea away. A soft touch to the back of his neck caused Sam to flinch and his nausea was forgotten as he jerked away from the touch.
Sam lifted his frightened eyes and sagged with relief when he saw Castiel standing beside the bed, a look of concern on his handsome face. Sam raised a trembling hand up and brushed it over his face as he sighed and shook his head slightly. Castiel moved more toward the head of the bed and then Sam felt himself being gently pushed back until his back rested against a pile of propped up pillows.
"Rest Sam. I've done what I can to help you get your strength back, but you still need to rest," the angel said softly as he gazed down upon the pale young man.
"It wasn't a dream was it?" Sam whispered, his hazel eyes staring up at the angel's face. "Dean's really down there, right now, doing those things, isn't he?"
"Sam…Dean needs to do this. For you…for himself."
"The look on his face. His voice. It's like it wasn't even him. I mean…I know it's Alastair and he deserves the punishment, but still…I've never seen Dean so cold before."
"Dean loves you more than anything Sam. He was shown some of what was done to you and it nearly killed him."
"But, you're an angel Castiel. You're condoning revenge? Torture? Urging it even? I don't understand."
"Do you think Alastair deserves mercy? I told you Sam, the host is dead. It's only the demon now."
"I know. I'm glad he's suffering, I really am and that scares me. I just…I don't want Dean suffering later. He told me what he did…after he got off that table. It's still tearing him up. I just don't want this to make it worse."
"Those were tortured souls Sam. This is different. Alastair's a demon. One of the worst. If anything, what Dean is doing will help him heal, and it will weaken Alastair. If he's weakened, it'll be easier for you. You'll need all of your strength for Lilith."
Sam gazed up at the angel and finally nodded. Castiel smiled sympathetically and moved to once again sit in the chair near the door where he had been keeping watch over his charge while Dean and Bobby were in the basement. He turned to the doorway and nodded at Uriel, who had silently appeared a few moments prior. Uriel nodded in return and left the doorway, his footfalls echoing lightly down the hallway.
Castiel turned back to Sam and cocked his head slightly. "Go back to sleep Sam," he instructed softly. "I'll make sure you don't dream anymore."
Sam sat for a moment before he lightly nodded. He scooted down in bed and rolled onto his side. The exhausted hunter was asleep within minutes, his slumber blessedly dream free for once.
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Dean stood over the sagging, blood covered demon then glanced to his right where Bobby silently stood. Bobby shuffled nervously as he returned Dean's gaze.
"Uh…you feel better now?" the grizzled hunter queried, his eyes moving from Dean to Alastair and back again.
Dean smirked slightly as he answered. "Much better."
"I'm glad. Think you'll be able to sleep better now?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah…I think so. Now, once he and Lilith are dead…I'll be sleeping like a baby," Dean replied.
Both hunters looked up when they caught movement on the basement stairs. Dean sighed when he saw Uriel standing there, watching him intently.
"What do you need Uriel?" Dean asked when the large angel remained silent.
"Are you finished for now?" Uriel's deep voice queried, his eyes moving to rest on the barely conscious demon.
"Yeah…arm's sore…gotta rest it for awhile," Dean answered. "Why?"
"Sam saw everything. Freaked him out a bit," the angel answered.
"What!? He's supposed to be asleep! Wait a minute…he's not here so how did he see?"
"Dream…vision. Whatever...he saw. Maybe you should take a break."
"Shit!" Dean spat as he ran past Uriel and bounded up the stairs.
Dean didn't stop running until he practically fell over the doorjamb into Sam's room, his face red and shiny with sweat. He stopped short when he saw Sam curled on his side, sleeping soundly and looking more peaceful then he had since he came back. Dean turned when he heard movement and glanced at Castiel quizzically when the angel stepped up beside him.
"He's better now. He was quite agitated, but…"
"How the hell was he able to see that?" Dean queried urgently, keeping his voice low so as not to wake his brother.
"He's more acutely connected to you now, Dean. The absence of Azazel's blood has freed him, allowed him to unconsciously tie himself to you, so to speak," Castiel answered.
"Don't you think you could have told me that before I went to slicing and dicing?"
"I didn't know he would forge such a strong connection. You need to be more careful. I can shield him to a point, but he's highly sensitive now."
Dean shook his head and chuckled lightly. "He's always been highly sensitive. Mr. Emo, the wonder geek."
"Do you really think you should be calling him names when he can't defend himself?"
"It's all said in love, Cas," Dean said, a grin forming as he thought he saw a slight curl to the angel's lips.
"Sit with him… and don't wake him. He needs his rest. I did what I could for him, but he's still not completely back."
"Yeah…don't worry. I know how to take care of my brother," Dean replied.
Dean stepped over and grabbed the chair near the door and carried it silently to Sam's bed. He set the chair beside the bed and sat, smiling affectionately down at his sleeping brother, marveling at how young and innocent the man appeared in sleep. He turned his head to make sure Castiel was gone before reaching out to smooth Sam's hair out of his eyes. His fingers moved over Sam's cheek before he pulled his hand away.
"I'm sorry Sammy. I'm sorry you had to see that. I didn't want you to. It'll be over soon kiddo. I promise…it'll be over soon," he whispered.
Dean leaned back, his eyes never leaving Sam's peaceful face. He silently prayed that he was right and that it would be over soon and that at the end of it all, he would still have his baby brother beside him, safe and sound.
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Tabitha Newton kissed her husband goodbye before hurrying out the door of their new condo. The couple were fresh off their honeymoon, Tabitha still sporting the tan she had acquired from the lazy days spent lying on the beach in Maui. She had a lot on her mind, namely the thank-you cards yet to be written and mailed, but mostly her mind went to her first day of her internship at the regional hospital one town away.
Tabitha hummed happily as she made her way to her car, a wedding gift from her parents. She had just opened her door when she caught movement to her right and she turned just as the black smoke smashed into her, pushing down her throat as she opened her mouth to scream. Her body twitched and convulsed as it was filled with the smoke, finally stilling when the last of the smoke disappeared.
Tabitha straightened and smoothed down her skirt before sliding into the front seat of her hybrid. She shut the door and started the car then pulled away from the curb, but she wasn't heading for the hospital. She turned the car and headed for the highway that would take her west. West to South Dakota. Tabitha looked in the rearview mirror, her eyes filled with mirth despite how white and soulless they were.
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Uh oh. Sounds like Lilith's on the way. Not good. Sam still isn't at one hundred percent. Well, I hope you enjoyed that chapter. I know I didn't get too involved in the torture of Alastair, but there's more pain coming for him. Please let me know what you think. There will be another chapter later today.
Cindy.