All Roads Lead To Hell
By: Paraflymore
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Supernatural and if I did I would be way nicer to them all.
Fighting For Nothing
Chapter Nine:
"I Shall Not Be Moved"
When they step into the room, the demon is chuckling, looking at them with back eyes and a smirk. "So you know who I am, huh?"
"We do. We're not impressed." Bobby tells him, flask of holy water in hand.
It says nothing to him, almost seems like it looks right through him. It's eyes turn back to normal.
"Why are you here? What are you after?" Sam asks it, also getting no answer either.
"He asked you a question. What do you want?" Dean chimes in, taking the flask from Bobby.
It chuckles at him condescendingly. Dean opens the flask of holy water and splashes him.
"Ya! Ahh! Ungh ... We already have ..." It pants, "what we want."
"What's that?" Dean asks with a raised eyebrow.
It smirks at him. "We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am legion, for we are many." It chuckles. "So me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun."
"Fun?" Lila scoffs.
"Yeah. Fun. See, some people crochet. Others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides ... on their outside." It stares at all of them with wild dead eyes.
"I'm gonna put you down like a dog." Tamara says through clenched teeth.
"Please." It laughs. "You really think you're better than me?" It laughs even harder. "Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a, a walking billboard of gluttony and lust." Dean nods, in acknowledgment. "And Tamara. All that wrath. Ooh. It clicks its tongue, tsk,tsk,tsk. "It's the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to ... drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago."
Her face twisted in anger, and Tamara smacks him, hard, twice, until Dean pulls her back. And Lila wraps her arms around her, trying to give her some sort of comfort.
"Whew." It laughs. "My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins, man. We are natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny... greedy... hungry... violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too." It pauses, "The others – they're coming for me."
"Maybe. But they're not gonna find you... 'cause you'll be in hell." And the thing actually looks scared for a split second. "Someone send this clown packing."
Tamara steps away from Lila with a nod. "My pleasure." She opens up a small book and begins reading from it. "Exorcizamus te, Omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica..."
They leave just as the demon begins to scream.
Bobby looks troubled as they all huddle in the living room, and all three of them watch him, waiting. "I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them." He says.
"What does that mean?"
"I think maybe this joker's right. They're gonna be hunting us. And they're not gonna quit easy."
"You guys, why don't you take Tamara and head for the hills? I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time."
Lila's eyes widen. "I thought we were done with that whole thing?"
His eyes don't meet hers.
"You're insane, Dean. Just forget about it, okay?" Sam chimes in.
"We're outmanned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn."
"We can take them." Lila says, looking only at Dean. "Can you stop trying to be the hero for once?"
"Look, if we're going down, we're going down together, all right?"
Dean nods looking at Lila. "When it goes down you stay with me."
She rolls her eyes, but she has honestly planned on it, only way to keep him from doing something stupid. "Yes sir." And she resists the urge to salute him.
From the other room, the demon gives a final scream the house shakes and a gust blows out the candles. Tamara slams the book shut and comes into the other room.
"Demon's out of the guy." She informs them.
"And the guy?"
"He didn't make it..." She says coldly.
It seems like days pass while they wait. Dean is seated on the floor with a row of candles behind him, loading a shotgun. And Lila watches him from across the room helping Sam fill flasks with holy water. She won't admit that he looks damn good looking up at her with that hard stare. They watch each other silently for a moment until the lights begin to flicker. They look around at each other, all of their adrenaline begins pumping. An old radio sparks to life, playing the beginnings of a scratchy recording of some old country song begin playing.
Dean cocks his shotgun and stands, "here we go."
"Tamara!" A voice, Isaac's voice rings from outside. "Tamara! Tamara! Tamara! Help me! Pleeeeeeease!" No one moves, but Tamara. She rises up from her perch next to Bobby and lets out a sound of relief. "Tamara! I got away, but I'm hurt bad! I need help!" He begs.
"It's not him." Bobby tells her. "It's one of those demons. It's possessing his corpse."
Then its pounding on the door frantically.
"Baby!" It says, "Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore ... At that lake in Michigan. Remember? We swore we would never leave each other..."
She turns to them all, tears streaming down her face. "How did he know that?"
"Steady, Tamara. Steady, Tamara, steady, steady..." Bobby almost coos to her, his hand lands on her shoulder.
Lila looks to Dean for some reassurance. In all honesty, she was afraid that this was it. He touches her arm. "Remember what I said..."
She nods, kissing him quickly.
"You just gonna leave me out here? You just gonna let me die?! I guess that's what you do, dear! Like that night those things came to our house... came ... for our daughter! You just let her die, too." It yells, it was so close, and it was probably the most frightening thing Lila had ever heard.
"You son of a bitch!" She yells, breaking away from Bobby's grasp.
"Tamara, no." He yells, getting away from her.
She pushes the door open, breaking the salt line, and tackles Isaac down the steps. She lands on top of him and raises the Palo Santo stake.
"You're not Isaac," she yells plunging the wood deep into his chest, it sizzles, and he screams in pain.
And the other six demons cross the broken salt line and enter the house. One, an overweight balding guy, corners Bobby, who backs up slowly. He stalks Bobby confidently, smiling, until he stops as if he's run into an invisible wall. He looks around, confused. He is under another devil's-trap on the ceiling. He looks at Bobby, pleading. Bobby smiles.
"Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son."
In another hallway, Dean and Lila are cornered by the waitress. Lila takes a shot at her first and it throws her back knocking her into a wall. Then she advances on Dean.
She backs him into the bathroom, smiling at him with a devilish grin.
"I suppose you're Lust." He says, smirking.
"Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be." She saunters towards him, eyes scanning over him.
"Yeah, all right, just stay back, my girlfriend is a real jealous type." He holds his hands up in defense and chuckles to himself.
"She's a little indisposed at the moment, Besides I'm not gonna hurt you – not yet. Not unless you want me to. She runs a hand along his shoulder; he looks down at her, eyes glossed over for a moment.
Lila appears suddenly and grabs her by her hair, pushing the both of them towards the shower. Dean rips the curtain back and she plunges her face into the holy water inside the bath tub – Sam's genius idea.
"You were gonna kiss her!" She yells at him, and the demon manages to rise out of the water for a moment. Lila tightens her grip and plunges her back down into it.
Dean eyes her. "She's lust."
Lila rolls her eyes at him. "I would smack you if I had a free hand."
He takes a hold of the demon, and sits her down on the toilet, under a devil's trap. This one was his genius idea. He hands Lila the exorcism book and smirks. "You wanna do the honors?"
She snatches it from him. "Go make sure Tamara's okay."
He nods, kissing her on the cheek on his way out.
The demon laughs at her. "Its not lust in those pretty little eyes of yours when you look at him..."
She ignores her, finding the page she needs.
"You two might actually have a shot at something real if it wasn't for the fact that he was going to hell, kind of puts a damper on the whole thing, doesn't it Lila."
"Fuck off whore." And she begins the exorcism.
…
By some fucking miracle they all survive. It was touch and go there for a while especially when Sam tells them the story of how he managed to take on three demons. With the help of some mysterious hunter chick and her demon killing knife.
It didn't make much sense to Lila, but she was letting them all gush over the prospect of some knife and some bad ass chick that just magically disappeared. And she would have thought Sam hallucinated it or something if she hadn't seen the bodies...
She leaves them to bury the bodies and she walks over to where Tamara is standing next to Isaac's funeral pyre.
Tamara's eyes land on hers and she offers her a weak smile.
"I'm sorry this happened."
She shakes her head, "Nothing we can do to change it now."
Lila nods.
"I knew him for just a few months before we were married. I came here on scholarship to NYU. Isaac was a photography major." She tells her, wrapping her arms around herself. "He was the love of my life."
Lila touches her shoulder, pulling her closer to her.
"I'm going to miss him for the rest of my life." She breaks down then, resting her head on Lila's shoulder as she cries. And she just holds her, knowing that right now she didn't need anything else but for someone to just hold her.
…
She gives Tamara her number, tells her that she's always got a friend when she needs one. She tells her to be safe and the two of them hug once more.
"Thank you Lila." She nods, forcing a smile. "I hope things work out with you and Dean. You two seem to really have something special."
Lila smiles. "Thanks. Me too."
She walks off, waving at the boys as she makes her way towards her car. "See you gents around."
"Tamara?" Bobby says, and she stops to hear him. "The world just got a lot scarier. Be careful."
"You too." She nods, opening her car door and driving off.
Lila makes her way over to the group, ducking under Dean's arm and wrapping her arm around his torso. This, this was where she felt most at home.
"Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same." Bobby tells them with a nod.
"You got it." Dean tells him.
He gives them all a forced smile and walks off towards his car. "Take care of each other..."
"So, where to?" Dean asks as they make their way to the Impala, Lila still under his arm.
"Uh, I don't know. I was thinking Arizona maybe." Sam says.
"Arizona?"
"Yeah. Listen, I was talking to Tamara, and she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Vegas that might be able to help us out. You know, with your – with your demon deal."
"Nah." He says, letting Lila go and opening the trunk.
""Nah"? What does that mean," Sam asks, looking at Lila for some help.
"Why are you so against us trying to help you?"
"No hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal, all right? It's a goose chase."
"Yeah, but we don't know that, Dean..."
Dean cuts him off. "Yes, we do. Forget it. She can't help."
"Look, it's worth..."
He speaks over him, his voice booming. "We're not going, and that's that. What about Reno, huh?"
Dean smacks him on the arm lightly and turns to walk away, but Sam grabs his sleeve and turns him back to face him.
"You know what? I've had it. I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and ..." He shrugs. "I don't care anymore."
"That didn't last long."
"Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?"
"No, it's not like that."
"Then what's it like, Dean?"
"Sam..."
"Just tell me.
Dean lets out a breath, and it seems like he has been holding it in forever. "We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way, you die. Okay? You die." He steps back, away from them. "Those were the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, either of you so help me god, I'm gonna stop you."
"How could you make that deal, Dean?" Sam says to him.
Lila just puts her hand over her mouth in shock.
"'Cause I couldn't live with you dead..."
"So, what, now I live and you die?"
He nods, "That's the general idea, yeah."
"Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted, and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me." He pauses, his voice catching. "What you did was selfish."
"Yeah, you're right. It was selfish. But I'm okay with that."
"I'm not."
"Tough. Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. I don't know, it's like there's a, a light at the end of the tunnel."
"It's hellfire, Dean."
"Whatever. You're alive, I feel good – for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, Sam. I'd like to make the most of it. So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?"
Dean smiles and nods to Sam and walks towards his side of the car.
Sam looks over at Lila, still standing there stunned. He walks over to her and she shakes him off.
"I'm fine Sam." She says taking a deep breath.
"I'm sorry." He tells her, walking towards the car himself.
She stands there for a moment, letting it all sink in. And she realized in that single moment that she was the selfish one, because as much as she loved Sam, she wished Dean would had just left him dead.
…
She can't sleep.
The air conditioning in their room is humming loudly and its all she can focus on, better than the thoughts storming though her head.
And she looks over at Dean, sound asleep next to her and she's thinking that it should not be possible to love someone so much.
It honestly freaked her the fuck out.
Lila climbs out of bed and decides that she needs some air, she grabs his shot gun off the table and slips her boots on her feet. She digs some change out of her jean pockets and decides that she also wants a cold soda.
Funny that she finds Sam at the soda machine.
He pops the tab of his orange soda and smirks at her. "Can't sleep either?"
She shakes her head, putting her change inside the machine. "Meanwhile your brother is sound asleep."
"Of course he is."
Lila presses the button for a grape soda and looks up at him.
"I don't care what he says..."
"Sam." She shakes her head, reaching for her drink.
"Its not supposed to be this way Lila."
She pulls her hair back from her face and watches him. "What are we supposed to do?"
"We keep finding a way to save him."
"And then what you die? And this whole stupid cycle just continues?"
He shakes his head. "I can't let him just die for me."
Lila sighs, opening her drink. She takes a long swig, she almost forgot how much she loved grape soda.
"We can find a way to save us both..."
Her eyes meet his.
"I know there has to be a way."
Lila nods, purely just to humor him. "Okay Sam. We find a way to save you both." It sounded like a fucking fairy tale when she actually says it out loud. But there was just something about the way Sam believed in it, that made her kind of believe in it too.
He holds his drink out to her. "Night Lila."
She taps her can to his and smirk. "Night Sam."