Dean's soul went into panic mode even as his body was suddenly dark and calm. He stared at the world through eyes that were no longer his own as his body stood up and walked calmly to the door. The light didn't hurt his eyes now, seeing as it wasn't really him that was looking out. Dean saw what the demon now possessing him wanted him to see. There were already a few dead bodies down the hallway - people that the demons holding him captive had been possessing. It wasn't really clear to Dean what was happening exactly. After all, not five minutes ago, he'd been in a pitch black room slowly losing his mind.
Now, dear God, he was actually demon possessed. Dean knew in that second that he'd never look at a possessed person the same way again. There really was a person under all the evil and hatred and anger. It had always seemed a bit incidental in the past, but now that he was experiencing it for himself, he could no longer hold it against the person being possessed. He tried to make his head turn a different direction, or his arms and legs do different things, but he was totally powerless now. He could do nothing but watch as the being that now controlled his body moved him through the doorway of what had been his cell. He watched as he walked down the hallway, moving slowly and keeping an eye out for anyone that was coming his way.
Dean felt his own fear rise, but then at the same time, he could feel the emotions from the demon that possessed him, and it got a charge out of his own desperate feelings. Every time that Dean allowed himself to be afraid or angry, the demon got a giddy feeling, and it became more powerful within him. Dean thought that by extension, the opposite emotions should elicit an opposite reaction from the demon, but for the life of him, he couldn't force himself to get happy at the moment. He tried to think back to his mother, before his life had gone to hell, or even to think of Sadie in London last summer, but nothing he thought of would work to really put him in a good mood. All it really managed to do was bring him more down as he thought too much about the past that he could never have again. In his mind's eye, Dean was crying, though anyone looking at him from the outside would never know it.
Dean watched as his body continued to move down the hallway, doorways on either side spread out here and there. He couldn't quite figure out what this place was, but it was certainly not a place he wanted to ever be again. He watched as a light at the end of the tunnel began to come more and more visible, but in the light, he could see movement. It looked like people moving, sneaking. What the hell?
Dean felt his inner self jump for joy at the sight of people moving around. Someone was coming for him. They had found him. He didn't have a clue how, and at this point, he really didn't care. The fact was, they were there to save him. Of course, then the realization of his current situation hit him. He was possessed. It wasn't like he could really do anything to stop the demon inside of him from doing unspeakable things to whomever it was that had come for him. He prayed like hell that it wasn't Sammy ahead of him coming to his rescue.
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Sadie slipped silently down the stairs, trying to keep her pace steady even though she wanted desperately to rush inside and just start killing demons. They had already discussed the plan. They had to move slowly until their presence was detected and they no longer had a choice in the matter. They all knew where they were going, and they knew what kinds of obstacles stood in their way before they'd get there. Sadie lifted up a silent prayer that at least one of them – her or Sam – would be able to get to Dean and get him out. She really couldn't think right now that her life was more valuable than Sam's, or that her death would mean leaving her son without a mother. She just couldn't think about all that right now. Right now, it was all about Dean. Once he was out of his own personal hell, then she could worry about the rest.
Her eyes scanned the area, trying desperately to see anything. Even this close to the entrance, there were a few bodies on the ground. She could only assume the humans had either already been dead when taken over, or had been put through enough hellish, unhuman activity while possessed that they died. Once the demon vacated the body, the body was left where it fell. Sadie grimaced as she thought once about Dean being somewhere in there, but she quickly shook off the thoughts in her head. She had to keep moving. She had to find Dean. She moved at a steady enough pace, but still kept it slow and kept her eyes open.
Sadie stopped beside a bend in the hallway, holding up her hand to stop the group of hunters behind her. She slowly poked her head around the corner, her eyes scanning the dark hallway for any sign of movement. Nothing. She looked back over her shoulder and nodded before moving to slink around the corner. She gasped audibly when she came face to face with Dean Winchester.
She was horrified at the sight of Dean. He'd been beaten beyond what any man should have to endure, and his face, covered in bruises and swollen in so many places, was barely recognizable.
"Dean!" she called out as she rushed forward, grabbing his body even as his knees gave out and he sunk to the floor. His body fell limp, and even though he was moving his mouth as if trying to speak, no sound came out. He let out a grunt of pain when his knees hit the ground. One hand pressed against the wall for balance and the other went to the ground in front of him in attempt to hold himself up. He coughed and sputtered, allowing a small, "Help me!" to squeak out. No, the demon possessing Dean's body didn't need to make such a showing of pain and fatigue, but he did enjoy the theatrics.
This was Dean. It was really him. Sadie dropped down in front of him on her own knees, her hands going to his face. "Dean!" she shouted as she tried to raise his face and get him to look at her.
The demon refused to let her do that, though. He leaned forward further, feigning a coughing spell. Dean's body, being as injured as it truly was, didn't appreciate that very much, though. His body coughed up blood and the small pool that formed on the ground made the demon inside Dean chuckle at the sight of it.
Sadie looked up at the man behind her and immediately began barking orders. "We've got to get him out of here!" Sadie jumped to her feet and did her best to help the man get Dean to his feet, but in the end, she discovered she was more in the way than helpful and she stood back. She grabbed the small walkie talkie that was in her pocket and called through it that she had Dean and they were getting out. Within seconds of that short voiced update going through the airwaves to the other team leaders in this rescue mission, there were screams of anger and pain throughout the entire tunnel system. Hunters that had been holding back as much as possible in the interest of getting Dean out alive were no longer holding back. They attacked with full force, surging forward into the tunnels and killing as many demons as they possibly could. This was war, and the hunters were going to go down fighting.