Over seas and oceans

by Himmel Holle

Dean and John made a mistake. Sure, they've made a lot of mistakes, but this one tops them all. Sam is only sixteen, and has become a drunken, broken mess without them. Or has he? With a mysterious girl hanging around, Sam seems to be all better. Maybe she isn't human...or Sam is just a sixteen year old boy in love. -Disclaimer (I couldn't own the Winchester boys without squealing)

2. Chapter 2

Now

The demon cackled, and then it turned into a drowned out scream as I poured more holy water down its throat.

"Tell me where they are. I know they're not dead." I hissed. The demon spat in my face as I leaned closer. I wiped the spit off my face and pulled a disgusted face.

"Go to hell." He panted. I smiled and splashed the holy water into his face, making the demon scream.
"Now, let's experiment. I wanna see what makes a demon tick." I mumbled to myself.

"Ya know, I can bring your brother back." The demon said quietly. I stopped for a second, and then resumed checking out the weapons of torture I could use on the sadistic son of a bitch.
"I really couldn't give any less fucks, ya know?" I sighed at the demon. The demon fell silent. I had lied. I did care, but now was not the time to be all sentimental.

I chose an extra-long knife, with a serrated edge and all. I started carving into the flesh, blood oozing from the wounds. I could hear the slice and squelch of flesh against metal, sending pleased shivers down my spine. The demon howled and thrashed but nothing stopped the pain. His arm had been fully mutilated.

"Hmm, remind you of anywhere?" I asked. I remembered the description of hell that another demon had told me. I took a swig of whiskey.

"Alright, alright, okay. They're at a barn just outside of this town." The demon moaned. I smiled.

"Excellent." I said, and then began the exorcism.

The demon howled, and black smoke tumbled from the vessel's mouth and into the ground, going straight to hell. The vessel was silent, no doubt dead after what I did to it. I sighed and left, grabbing my black leather jacket on the way. I had to keep a low profile, seeing as the cops were looking for someone who looked like me, because I'd been drinking underage. So I just died my hair black and wore a lot of black, seeing as that day I was pretty high. I never went as far as nail polish and makeup, though. That would have been just stupid.

So I headed toward the barn that the demon was talking about. I knew which one he was talking about. I hopped in the car Bobby let me use and sped off, knowing that I couldn't waste any more time.

Ash needed me, and I was going to save her, even if I couldn't save the ones I loved the most.