Here is chapter 10, this is a very important chapter, Dean finds out who is really behind all these deals, and that he and his brother are in much more trouble then he thought. Hope ya all like it.
Chapter 10--The Suzuki Factor
Dean crept down the steps, quietly, gently, stealthily. He knew where all the creaks and cracks were…his bare feet landed toes first as if they were the look-out and once it was safe the rest of his foot made it down. Taking in his surroundings, he adopted a fighting position, readying himself to attack. When he finally made it to the main floor, he spotted his prey sitting cross-legged in front of Buda, praying.
The young hunter moved to the left, knowing it was the weaker side; he pulled his Japanese sword from its beautifully decorated sheath that was strapped to his waist, resting against his hip, now a part of his own body. As he pulled the sword forward, the morning sun reflected off of its dragon etched steal blade, highlighting its curves, accentuating its beauty. He moved closer to his enemy. Under normal circumstances he would be cocky and self-assured; he knew this elderly man was a master, a skilled fighter, a man, despite his physical limitations who showed great skill in hand to hand combat and his swordsmanship was even more impressive.
The young Winchester, now in perfect position to strike, raised the sword and swiftly brought it down, only to be met by the elderly Japanese man's own sword. Dean stood there stunned, the sound of the steel blades hitting each other sent shock waves through Dean's ears. Suzuki didn't move, not an inch, as if his arm had a mind of its own and the rest of his body still hadn't reacted to what was happening.
"Son of bitch!" Dean cursed out loud.
Suzuki quickly got to his feet and the battle began, the Samurai swords clashed, the sound of razor sharp steel on steel striking reminded Suzuki of the Gaohu. A two string Chinese instrument Suzuki's neighbor use to play. Suzuki kept one arm tucked neatly behind him and he met each and every move Dean made. He watched, studied, the boy never gave up. The young hunter kept a stoic look on his face and, in turn, watched and studied every move the elder man made.
They moved to the center of the room and, in a flash, Dean faked left. When Suzuki fell for it, Dean swiped him on the right, a move he had been practicing all week. The sword flew up into the air, twisting, reflecting in the morning sun.
Then, with pure luck, a damn good catch, or maybe it was that he was a better fighter than he led on, old gentleman caught it in mid air, and in one fluid motion he swiped at Dean legs. In response, Dean jumped backward landing smoothly on top of the coffee table. Dean stifled a small chuckle at the move that seemed to come directly from the Matrix.
Eat your heart out Keanu!!
The loss in concentration cost the boy, though. The older man moved swiftly and in seconds Dean's back was down on the table with Suzuki's sword inches from his face.
"5 to 1" Suzuki smiled.
"Son of a bitch!"
"You say that a lot!" he laughed. Suzuki removed his sword from Dean's face and replaced the weapon back into its resting place; he held out his hand to help his newest warrior in training stand up.
"Man, I almost had you!" Dean chuckled good-naturedly.
"You were thinking of the Matrix weren't you?" Suzuki said with a slight smirk on his plump face.
"How did you know?" Dean inquired as he took the outstretched hand and stood-up.
Suzuki laughed, "Because I thinking it too." They both laughed.
"Alright, what's for breakfast?" Suzuki raised an eyebrow. "Come on, we've been meditating for two weeks; I'm over it, trust me…I never…never want to go back to drugs ever again." He eyed the older man for a second then continued, "You believe me don't?"
"Of course I do. It takes courage, strength, and determination to beat such a powerful evil…all virtues you have shown these past few weeks. However…" he raised his index finger to emphasize his point, "this is a powerful enemy, one that will always be with you; you will die wanting the drug."
Suzuki paused and lowered his head, rubbing his chin. "My father…" He shook his head, the painful memories rearing their ugly head.
"He fought his addiction his whole life; he won…once, but in the end, he lost. I…I found him in his study when I was twelve." He turned around and Dean could see the tears in the old man's eyes. It scared him; he didn't want to hurt his family the same way Suzuki's father hurt him.
"You speak of your family with such love and devotion; I know you love them, and you want to help your brother, but you must help yourself first." Dean nodded his head and removed the sheath from his waist.
They both sat down and Suzuki guided Dean into his meditation; smooth even breaths, he followed the path his breathing took, his mind clear. He imagined his addiction as a small tree, it was black with branches that twisted. It held no leaves, no living thing would go near it, and the grass around it was dead.
At first the tree had been enormous, but little by little Dean had made it smaller. He was stronger than his addiction, he was stronger than the evil; it was a small tree and it held no power over him.
Then Dean would walk; reaching a wheat field, he swore he could feel the heat from the sun against his back, the warm fragrant air, what was that smell…Lavender and Rosemary. His mother loved Lavender and Rosemary! He smiled at the memory as his fingers graced the tops of the tall plants.
He walked a while longer and saw his father. "Dad" A warm smile caresses his pink lips.
"Dad!" John turned around. He learned his lesson the first time and ran to Dean and hugged him.
"Thank god, thank god, are you okay?" he pulled Dean away, a smile was across his eldest son's face, he noticed an elderly man behind him.
The man had an inquisitive look on his face "This is very odd, this isn't suppose to happen." The old oriental man exclaimed.
"Who are you?" John inquired, pulling his boy behind him.
"I am a helper, a healer, a guide, your son is a warrior. I intend…" Before the man could finish, the same long grotesque fingers dug deep into the man, pulling him away, he disappeared.
Dean started to panic, what was happening? Before he knew it, he felt a slight pain in his abdomen as something pulled him away.
Dean startled awake; he felt a pain in the same place as in his meditative world and held out a bloody hand. He sat-up and saw Suzuki sitting on the couch with one of his hand made swords through his chest.
"Oh my god…what happened?" Dean said frantically as he ran to his friend.
Suzuki gasped for air, his hands intertwined with the sword covered with his own blood.
"I…I…ne ..vvver…mea…nt…to…hhhhharmmm. Evvvillll…spspspirit…use…mmmy…body."
"Take it easy, what evil spirit?" Dean put his hands on top of Suzuki's chest, blood covering them quickly.
"Dooonnnn't knnowww….I….helllp...yyyyou…..itttt…..wwas….me……but….he ….takee….my….bboodddyyy……ttttoooo…..hhhurt….you….wawa…."
His breath hitched, gasping; he coughed out some blood and some of it landed on the young man's face. In a few moments he took his last breath, and his head fell to one side, his eyes still open.
Dean knew what Suzuki meant by an evil spirit using his body, he was possessed, but when? And why….to hurt Dean? Who could have done this?
Dean got-up quickly and came face to face with a tall, slender, pale man. His fingers were long and thin and his nails were long and circular in shape. He had scars on his face; at least at first that's what they appeared to be. At closer inspection they were…slits in his cheeks…four of them! He wore a long black coat that touched the floor and covered his body.
Dean shuddered at his grotesque appearance, "You son of bitch! You killed him."
"I did." The creature said with a smile
"Who are you?" Dean screamed.
The creature moved forward and Dean moved back, "I have many names, but I will tell you the one I know you will know the best. I am the devil." Dean gasped as he stumbled back…he crawled backwards until his back hit the wall.
The devil laughed, "That's the usual response when people meet me," he moved closer until he was almost on top of Dean, "Now, we have business."
"Business? I have no business with you, you evil son of bitch!" Dean screamed, then realization came to his eyes "You…your Luke Sullivan, that's one of the names you go by."
The devil shook his head "No, I'm not, Luke is my son. Your brother is my slave," he said with a wicked smile. "Now, as I said, we have business. When you were recovering from your addiction, we made a deal and I'm here to collect."
Dean started to pant, a deal! Sam had made a deal…Sam was this thing's slave! Dean made a deal...he'd be…oh god no!
"Sorry, but you're in my realm now, I own you, bitch!" the devil said with a laugh that sent a chill up and down Dean's spine.
"I make a lot of deals, most…" he turned around and put his arms behind him, coiling his long, grotesque fingers around one of his wrists.
"No, I never made a deal….I would never…." Dean screamed, trying desperately to wrap his mind around what was happening.
"You made one, you just don't remember." The devil smiled, Dean stared at him with still disbelieving eyes, he was lying…..he had to be.
"While you were recovering from you're little……problem, I possessed your little friend here." He pointed to Suzuki whose eyes were still open, staring at Dean, accusing him of killing him.
"I still don't believe you." Dean whispered part of him was starting to believe he had made a deal.
"You just don't remember I never collect on an invalid deal. Do you want to know what you made the deal for?" The devil smiled, exposing his sharp fang like teeth and turning around, Dean nodded "You made a deal to find Sam. I will honor our deal, you will be lead to you're little brother." Dean was silent he didn't know what to make of what was happening.
The devil stood there pleased with the outcome of this deal. He never collected on invalid deals, but he didn't have to reveal the other half of the deal, to save Sam, he still had use for Sam.
"Anyways, as I was saying before you interrupted me, people want something, something they can never have, I fulfill their deepest wants, needs, and desires, when the deal is over, I send a collector to collect on the deal." he said tightening his grip on his right wrist. "I have two types of; I guess you could say employees…" He said with a gleeful look on his face.
"The first type, are dealers; Luke is a dealer, he sets up deals, I fulfills the desire, needs, wants, whatever, he's sort of like a middle man, and after ten years my collectors, Sam is a collector, collects the other half of the deal…their souls. When Sam collects, he sends their souls to hell."
Dean stood and assumed a defiant disposition. "You're lying!" he spat out.
"Oh, you really believe that don't you?" the devil said with fake concern. Dean could tell he was enjoying himself.
"Demons lie!" Dean stated, holding onto this fact as if his life depended on it. He sure felt like it did.
"I told you, I'm the devil, I'm no demon. Is it so difficult to believe that you filthy creatures would be so hard to tempt. Look at you; you were so easy to hook onto heroin, so willing to kill anyone or anything that harmed your precious little family!"
He moved to the fireplace, putting his hand to the warmth, "You drink, womanize, and judge people without hearing the whole story and you gamble. You're willing to do anything for money, no matter what the cost to property…or to life."
"That's not true." Dean yelled, he had a conscious, maybe some of the other things were true, and with all honesty, he didn't know what would happen to him in the hereafter, but he knew that wasn't true.
"It isn't?" He said with astonishment "You don't remember what happened when you were fifteen, you're dad was short on money, you met a man who was willing to pay you cash to set fire to an old abandoned warehouse."
Dean stiffened, he remembered it like it was yesterday.
The devil turned his head towards Dean, "Oh, you remember." A smile spread across his face, opening up the slits in his cheeks. Dean shuddered again.
"What was the outcome Dean?" He pause waiting for an answer and never received one "Oh right, it spread and you couldn't control it, the fire grew to the building nearby and someone got hurt."
"I never took the money." Dean whispered
"It doesn't matter."
"I was just trying to help my dad." Dean defended, he regretted that day ever since it happened.
"You're intentions were good." Dean nodded "The road to hell is paved with good intentions, my boy." He smiled again, knowing he was getting somewhere.
"Anyway, back to what I was saying. You will be a collector; I have high hopes for you. You're already very detached when it comes to your job, so I'm hoping you will rise to dealer very soon."
"Fuck you! I'll never work for you!" Dean shouted. The devil moved at lightning speed and was in front of Dean instantly. He grabbed John's eldest son's face, forcing his mouth open. The devil opened his mouth and a thin, white mist came out of Dean's mouth and into the devil's.
Dean fell to the ground, unconscious, than Dean awoke, startled he saw that the devil was still standing over him.
"Get-up, I have work for you to do." He grabbed Dean around the arm tightly, Dean winced at the pain.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." Dean screamed as he struggled.
"You have no choice, trust me you don't want to go against me….." He paused, than a malicious look came to his eyes. "You know Sam was punished, do you want to know what happened to him?"
Before Dean could answer the devil grabbed his head pulling him up.
Flash
Sam was on the ground, bleeding from his face and hands
Flash
Sam was in between two rows of tortured souls, a poll rising up behind him
Flash
Sam running, pulled backwards towards the poll, bound to the poll by sharp thorny vines
Flash
Someone torturing Sam, whipping him, piercing his flesh, deep, red, slashes…. the pain, Dean felt the pain he screamed in agony.
Flash
Sam was back in his apartment, lying on the floor, his hands bandaged, bleeding, numerous, deep scars all over his body.
Dean fell to the ground, he screamed, a tear fell down his cheek, he quickly went to his sword where it still laid on the floor, removing it from its sheath, and charged the devil, who caught the sword with his hand by the blade.
"Tsk, tsk, Dean, don't you know you can't kill me." The devil took hold of the sword and threw it to the side.
He grabbed Dean and forced him out the door, on the way out Dean mouthed the words "I'm sorry." To his friend who wouldn't even get a decent barrel.
They went to Dean's Impala "This is the address I want you to go to." He pulled out a piece of paper from his coat and handed it to Dean "It's Luke's address, your new master, you will obey every order he gives you."
"What about Sam?"
"Don't worry, he'll be there, but I want you to go to Luke first."
Before Dean could say anything the devil was gone, a thin black smoke was left in his wake. He looked at the piece of paper and got into the car.
Now, Dean is in the same predicament as Sam how do you guys think he will save Sam and himself? Press the button and give me your two cents:)