Voices in My Head
Chapter 14: Devil's Prayer
Disclaimer: Don't own it, blah blah blah, Kripke does, blah blah blah. Don't own 'Deal or No Deal' either. But I do own the 'Devil's Prayer' well, at least I think I do. I didn't look it up, so it may exist. So if it does, I don't own that either.
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Sam was out of the car before it was stopped. The scene was worse in person, despite the fact he had the image burned into his brain before it'd even happened. There, on his knees, sat his big brother. His hands cupped over his ears, blood seeping through his fingers. The yellow-eyed bastard turned and grinned right at him, just like in his dream. But this was different. Here he could scream.
"DEAN!" Sam took a step forward, but the Demon threw his arm out. Sam instinctively paused, and braced himself for being thrown into a wall, or in this case, the car. But it didn't happen. He heard a grunt from Missouri behind him and turned to see her pressed up against the car, head lolled to the side, unmoving. Sam turned to scream at the Demon but it spoke before he could.
"Don't worry. She's only stunned, not dead…not yet, anyway."
Sam eyes narrowed, "Let them go, and you can have me."
The Demon's eyes sparkled, and he grinned "Sorry, dear, sweet, Sammy. But this is an all or nothing deal. Either I get you both, or no one does. So, Sammy. Deal, or no deal?" Since when did the Demon watch television? His calm, amused stance was starting the make Sam homicidal.
"No Deal." Sam spat.
"Oh, Sammy. But you had the million-dollar case! That was a big mistake." He began to laugh.
It was that exact moment, Sam realized Dean wasn't screaming anymore. "Keep talking to him. Pretend you don't hear me." Dean? Was he really talking to Sam in his head? "I don't think I'd really know how to spend a million dollars, anyway." Sam mocked. "Dean what-?" "We need to overload him." "How?" "Devils Prayer." Sam's eyes widened but he kept up the bluff. "Besides, if it's coming from you, it's probably stolen." "Dean, we've never actually used the Devil's Prayer before!" "No better time than the present."
"Aww, Sammy. I'm hurt that you think that of me."
"No you're not. You're flattered."
"Oh, Sammy, you know me too well-"
"Stop calling me Sammy." Sam snarled. "Only Dean can call me that."
"Aww, the brotherly love. It makes me want to vomit."
"What do you want with us??"
"What do I want with you?" He laughed "How many times do I have to tell you thick-headed morons. I want you to rule my armies!"
"That's a pretty generic answer." Sam said with a roll of his eyes. "Dean?"
"What, you want the details of my plan, like all the retard villains in the movies? What do you think I am, stupid?"
"It's crossed my mind." "Dean!" "Wait for it…" "Why do you need the both of us?"
"Well, I need one man per army. One to destroy the heavens, and one to destroy the earth. Naturally I would think Dean would want the earth, to get back at all the people who fucked him over over the years, but I'll let you two pick." He grinned, his yellow eyes sparkling again.
"You do realize that's never going to happen."
"Don't be so sure-" "Now!"
Sam's eyes flickered to where Dean had been on his knees, and the Demon, seeing this, spun to see. But before he could react to the fact Dean was standing, the two brothers began to belt out the Devils Prayer.
The Devils Prayer was an exorcism rite they'd learned when they were kids, but never used. It was supposed to exorcise the Devil himself out of a human being. When Sam was about seven, and Dean eleven, Sam had asked "Dad, why don't we just use it on normal demons? Won't it be faster?"
And their father had said in response "Because it'll kill the human it's possessing."
"But it we exorcise the devil, won't that kill the human then too?"
"Chances are, if the devil is possessing them, they're already dead."
The Devils Prayer had been used in small villages around the time of the Salem Witch Trials. It was probably used first in similar situations centuries of years before that. According to legends, it was supposed to have been created by God himself. But John had always said "Yea…that's a load of crap."
As the two brothers yelled out the Latin prayer for the first time the Demon began to writhe in agony. He looked, honest to god, shocked. That was a look they weren't used to seeing with him. He thrust his hand out towards Sam, and it suddenly felt like his arms had been bound together, and his mouth taped shut. He tried to move something, anything, but he couldn't. He moved his eyes, the only thing he could move, to Dean, who seemed to be in the same situation.
But the Demon still continued to writhe in pain. Sam's eyes widened as he studied his brother. His eyes were narrowed, and Sam knew immediately what he was doing. 'He's saying it in his head! He's still doing it!' And for a moment, Sam felt triumphant, like they were winning for once. But that went away when the Demon flung his arm out again, and Dean was flung like a rag doll. He flew several feet until his head cracked on a metal park bench.
He could feel his heart break in two as his brother lay motionless, blood now trickling down his face.
He looked back at the Demon, who was staggering towards him. He stopped, and for a moment Sam thought he was going to kill him. The streetlight a few feet away flickered as the Demon fell to his knees and threw his head back. Sam watched as black smoke rushed from the man's mouth, and up into the black sky. The man's body fell limply to the ground, unmoving.
Sam almost immediately felt his muscles loosen, and he could move again. He heard a small gasp behind him and turned to see Missouri regaining her senses. She looked at Sam, eyes wide. "Check on the man!" Sam ordered, before turning and running to his brother's side.
"Dean!" Sam cried in a panic. "Dean, Dean, Dean." He said over and over again as he carefully pulled his brother into his arms. "Still breathing." Sam said to himself, relief filling him. "Dean. Dean, please." Sam begged, tears falling from his eyes now. His brother's eyes scrunched shut. Sam let out a small gasp of relief. "Dean, Dean can you open your eyes? Please?"
But Dean did what Sam though was shake his head. "…mmmhurts." Dean managed to get out.
"I know, I know it hurts, Dean." Sam said in a panic. Dean never admitted he was hurt unless he was delirious from fever or about to die. Sam prayed this was something new. "You got your head cracked on that bench pretty hard, man. Good thing you have a hard head."
"…shu' 'p, S'm…" Dean's words slurred together.
"Ok. Ok, no more talking. But Dean, I need you to stay awake. Ok? Can you do that? Please? For me?"
"Mmg'ss 'o…" It took Sam a second to realize his brother had been trying to say 'Guess so.'
"Ok, Dean. I'm gonna pick you up, I don't want you walking. Ok?"
"Mmmm…"
Sam carefully picked up his brother, and slowly stood. Careful not to stumble or fall, he turned to see Missouri standing there. "Take your car, I'll take the impala." Sam said, knowing that no matter what happened to his brother, he would never be ok with Sam deserting his girl. "Call my parents. Tell them to meet us at the nearest hospital." Thankfully he knew where it was, having been with Missouri a lot over the past year.
Once in the car, Sam laid his brother across the front seat, his head on Sam's lap. Sam didn't want to leave Dean out of his sight, even if it only was the back seat.
"You'll be ok soon, Dean. I promise."
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See ya later, chick-a-dees!!
-claire
