He's My Brother
The infamous...chapter 6
(or so it would like to be remembered as)
A/N: I'm going to apologize in advance for this chapter. I'm not certian if this is the most recently beta'd chapter so plese let me know if you find any grammatical errors. I had some serious writers block when it came to writing this and i've been super busy with school and i'm on vacation now but...please review and updates wil come as soon as humanly possible!
Dean pulled out his salt gun and without a second thought he shot her. She disappeared, for the moment at least, and Dean ran to his brother.
"Sammy..." Dean shook his brother. "Sammy...you gotta come back...Sammy!"
Sam opened his eyes groggily and struggled to keep his brother in focus as he looked around.
"Where's she?" He mumbled, the throbbing in his head practically unbearable, and his only thought focused on making sure that his vision didn't come true.
"Gone...for now." Dean said; his voice grim. "Are you okay?"
"I'm super." He said with a groan, getting up from the floor with Dean's help.
"Dude, you're so mentally damaged...you gotta stop hitting that head of yours...You're hard headed but you're not invincible."
"Real funny...coming from the guy who can't understand anything more complicated than school house rock"
"Guys." Ellen said, motioning towards the exit.
"Yeah," Jo seconded, "It's really great that you can be oh-so-funny when we're all inches from death but...can we get out of here before any other demons come after us."
"She's not gone." Ellen said. "Just...waiting and I think it'd be better if we get the heck out of here and face her on our own terms."
"No." Sam said abruptly causing everyone to turn to him in surprise. "This isn't your fight, It isn't Dean's fight, its mine...I just didn't see it before. I have to do this on my own."
"Sam!" Dean was about to come to blows with his brother. He had just damn well had it up to here with Sam's determination to be the martyr in this fight, and he'd be damned if he was going to let his brother toss himself up on the chopping block for that bitch of a demon.
"Dean, I'm not going to watch anyone else I care about die because of me. I won't do it."
"Guys!" Ellen said, "Really! Save the pissing match for later! Isn't this something you can argue about in the damn car? Right now, all of us need to get out of here. We don't have the firepower for this fight right now."
Both brothers looked at one another begrudgingly, neither one willing to budge on their stance. And Ellen had no doubt that either one would without a cattle prod, and even if that moved them would be a miracle in itself.
"God Dammit!" Dean swore, kicking the front fender of his baby with an ungodly force causing the fender to actually completely come off this time.
The Impala refused to start up, only grumbled, and huffed, and then stalled, and nothing more no matter how much Dean sweet talked it...or after he lost his temper kicked the holy crap out of it, and swore up a storm of expletives that would make a sailor proud. At the moment his attempt to drive through a wall of cement and metal didn't seem like such a gangbuster idea and he'd really like to shoot at something...or better yet kill that damn demon for breaking the deal and screwing things right to hell.
At the moment he was pretty sure that she couldn't take his soul as her new toy, but that didn't really matter, and didn't exactly take priority on his list of worries since she was trying to do everything in her power to kill his brother.
Sam was leaning up against the Impala half blocking out his brother, trying to sort through the visions and what he could use, and what was implanted, and...anything that could just get them through this alive--anything to get Dean out of this, and fix the mess he'd been stuck in ever since that demon made him into one of the chosen ones...the chosen one, or the Anti-Christ as Gordon liked to lead people to believe; and why the hell not, Sam thought, enough people had certainly died because of him.
Once they realized they weren't getting anywhere, Ellen and Jo wrenched open the trunk and started to rifle through the trunk looking for anything that could help them in the fight. Ellen figured that by the time Dean was done with his fit, and Sam had fully regained a level of enough consciousness to fight, the boys would be thankful to have the weapons at their disposal.
"Dean! Drop it." Jo yelled, she couldn't believe they were about to battle and he was fighting his damn car? There was definitely something wrong with those Winchester boys and she had every intention of getting both of them to see a freaking psychiatrist if they all made it out of this alive. "Tearing your car apart doesn't help a damn thing. Do something useful, and grab a gun."
"A gun's not going to do anything to her." Sam said massaging his temples and forcing himself to concentrate on the here and now; people's lives depended on his full concentration...Dean's life, Jo's, Ellen's...he refused to watch another person die because of him, he wouldn't do it.
"What do you mean?" Jo asked, "She disappeared when Dean shot her."
"Only because I pissed her off." Dean said, turning to face them. "She's coming back and she's not going to be back alone. And we're sure as hell not going to scare her away with a rifle and salt."
"What, so we're just supposed to sit here and let her kill us? We're not supposed to fight?" Jo said getting pretty damn fed up with Dean's attitude.
"No." Dean said. "You're not. You and Ellen, you're leaving. This is mine and Sam's battle, always has been, it's not about to change now."
"You can't do this alone Dean." Ellen said, "I don't care what you want, or think, you can't do it. Even with help...defeating this damn bitch is---
Ellen's voice trailed off as they all heard rustling. Sam and Dean grabbed their guns and stood at the ready, walking across the grass, a not nearly safe enough distance from his brother in Dean's opinion was the demon. Without a second thought Dean shot her, burning half a clip in the self assured bitch.
"That. Wasn't. Very. Nice." Cassia growled, once she'd recovered from the initial thought that he'd actually shot at her, glaring at Dean with a hunger for vengeance in her eyes. "I don't like being shot at. And I don't like you screwing with my plans. You just can't make it easy, can you Dean? Here I was perfectly willing to let you go free, and to let your friends go free but you had to screw with me--and not in the nice way either."
"Yeah, well, I don't like you trying to kill my brother. I guess that makes us even--except for the part where you just verbally sexually assaulted me." Dean grinned, "I told you I hate being violated by demons."
Both brothers kept their guns trained on the demon, neither one comfortable with the fact that all she was doing thus far was monologuing. When it came to demons, the monologuing was never a sign of good things. Ellen and Jo were behind them, salt guns and rifles in hand--they wanted to be prepared for anything coming and they knew she wasn't in this alone. There was no damn way she was in this alone. The way this was set up...something had to be behind this. Something big--or at least bigger than a crossroads demon.
Ellen just never in a million years guessed how big it was.
"You know, I imagine your mama would be downright ashamed of hearing you talk to a lady like that." Cassia said with a smirk of joy, she knew their buttons and she was going to press them until the boys had been all played out.
"Don't you dare talk about her." Sam said, "You don't know anything. Anything. about our mother."
"You'd be surprised what a demon can find out Sammy." Cassia drawled with a flick of her eyes in his direction. "I know plenty about mommy and Jess...probably more than either one of you boys could ever imagine."
Sam pulled on the trigger of his .45 fully intending to burn a clip in her, not caring that it wouldn't do a damn thing, except maybe make him feel better; but before he could he felt his body go flying, Dean scream his name, and felt his back and his head snap, and crack up against the trunk of a monster sized tree.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled turning back quickly to look at his brother. "Sammy!"
Sam wasn't moving, and the demon wasn't stopping. Dean turned back to look at her fully intending to do everything in his damn power to send her back to hell, right where she belonged.
"If you hurt my brother, I'm going to kill you." Dean told her. "I'll kill you."
"Well, hell, why don't you. You've been threatening to do it forever, lets do it, get it over with." Cassia threw her head back and laughed as she looked at Dean.
"And you," She directed at Ellen. "Just can't mind your own damn business. Din't anyone tell you not to get in the middle of a demonic pact?"
"Theirs no more pact anymore." Ellen said.
"Well…not between me and Dean but…that oesn't mean you all aren't fair game." Cassia said, "Now, where was I? Right."
Cassia flung Ellen, in much of the same manner that she had flung Sam, ut not before Ellen threw something to Dean.
"Mom!" Jo cried.
"No." Dean yelled. "Jo! Don't move."
"C'mon sugar," Cassia urged, "Aren't you going to do anything? Here I am screwing with you, hurting your brother and daddy's friend…aren't you gonna send me down to hell, like the naughty, naughty, girl I am?" Cassia laughed again as she looked from Dean to Jo and back. "You can't. Sucks to be powerless doesn't it?"
"You tell me." Dean said fingers tightening the amulet that Ellen threw him and tackling the demon to the ground.
"Exorcise her!" Dean growled at Jo struggling to keep her down, even with the demon hold amulets that Ellen had dug out of the back of the trunk, it was a struggle. "Now! I can't hold her down forever."
"I can't read latin!" Jo yelled back becoming frightened by the situation she was in. She'd never faced anything like this before. Never. And she sure as hell had never had her family threatened by a demon. "I can't! I don't know it at all."
Unbeknownst to Dean and Jo, Sam had regained conciousness after his lovely trip into the oak tree, and struggled to make his way over to Jo trying to fight the raging pain that encompassed his being. Sam came up behind her and ripped his Dad's journal out of her hands and began reading.
"Exorciziamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…" A raging wind threatened to rip the journal out of Sam's hands but he continued. "…omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolico. Invoato a nobis sancto…"
Sam stopped as Cassia regained her power and threw his brother off of her being.
"Keep reading." Jo told him, "Keep going! I'll take care of Dean." Jo hit her with a few bullets hoping to distract her long enough for Sam to finish the exorcism, the only possible way for them to defeat her, that she could think of. Her plan blew up in her face as the demon turned on her, grabbing her by the throat with a force that tore the skin from her neck and made breathing not even a possibility.
"Dominicos sanctal ecclestial . Terogamus audi nos..."
The exorcisim wasn't working and Sam didn't notice until too late. She tossed Jo aside and started moving towards Sam.
"You know," She raged, "Most demons are so god damn stupid and caught up in tradition and ritual that they don't realize why the hell they keep losing, this is why." Cassia pulled out a gun. "Its the damn foolproof way to kill a human but they are just too stupid to realize it."
Sam knew he was running out of choices, options. He had dropped his gun when he'd been flung into the tree and he didn't see any weapons in immediate site. Ellen was knocked out, probably unconcious. Jo was probably dead, and Dean was out cold--Sam refused to even consider the alternative. He was screwed, but maybe this was okay, at least if he was dead, Dean would be okay.
"Why don't I make this easy for you." Sam told her. "You want me? Fine. Take me. No more fighting. No more objections. Just leave my brother alone. Dean goes home free."
"Give me the journal, and I think I could arrange that." Cassia said eyes twinkling with the enjoyment she was getting from his pain. She could just see Sammy blaming himself already for everything. Too bad he didn't know that Dean had been right and that really, this had just about nothing to do with him. "I wouldn't want to worry that anyone else is going to try and pull a stunt like you just did with that exorcism."
Sam didn't like this, but what other choice did he have? He reached out his hand with the journal, and both he and the demon were shocked by the sound of Dean's voice from feet away.
"Sam! No!" Dean yelled.
Cassia sent Sam flying, for the second painful time, and wondered why the hell it was that Dean Winchester had to continuously screw with her. Anyone else would have had the damn sense to just roll over and play dead, not him though, damn it.
"You bitch..." He growled, pointing his gun at her. "I'm going to kill you."
Cassia pulled the trigger, shooting the older Winchester brother point blank. Dean fell to the ground, the blood spattering across her face.
"Really?"
a/n: Well, I know this chapter was a bit long but I wanted to make up for the loooooong wait. Chapter seven, I promise will be posted as soon as humanly possible as I've left you with this big cliffy but…since I've ended the chapter at such a horribly traumatizing point….teasers for chapter seven. Chapter seven: Whose alive? Whose dead? Whose majorly screwed? And are they ever going to get rid of this demon? And could it be possible, is someone going to come back from the dead???? Lots of surprises in store for chapter seven but be patient please I am in the middle of a serious load of school work and I have schedule writing around that which is difficult.