Finally. The moment you've all been waiting for! The moment where I finally stop dragging shit out and actually type something good down! Yaaaaayyy!
23:40:45
At the sound of the car, Dean rushed outside, with Sam in his arms. He refused to let Sam walk anywhere, so he picked him up instead. They only had twenty minutes. Dean held Sam in his arms. His Dad walked over to them.
"Dad…." Sam began, but his Dad silenced him with a big hug to both him and Dean. Sam's heart began to hammer as all him warning sirens went off.
"Put me DOWN!" Sam screamed. Dean dropped Sam in surprise, and Sam scrambled away from Dean. He began to shake as he drew him thin legs up to him chin. Sam closed him eyes, and steadied himself.
Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Sam thought as he slowly began to stop shaking. But his sirens were still going off. Sam opened his eyes and stood, scanning the scrap yard. There was a piece of metal nearby. Sam walked over and grabbed it. It was a long length of pipe, and it would do perfectly for bashing someone's brains out…..all that blood, and pain, and violence….it made Sam salivate. Then Sam realised what he was thinking about. He felt the blood rush from his face, but he stood strong. He looked around. There, in the pile of junk, there was a man emerging. He was a demon. He could see it in his eyes, even though his eyes weren't blackened. He jumped in front of Dean and John.
"What do you want?" Sam growled. The demon grinned.
"I've come to collect." The demon said. Sam glanced at his watch.
23:55:59
"There's four more minutes." Sam said, still holding the weapon out in front of him. He stared into the demon's eyes, and the demon stared back. They seemed to have their own conversation, and Sam finally lowered the pipe.
"Sam, get behind me." Dean said, and put a hesitant hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam shook it off.
"No. No more running." Sam said. He dropped the pipe, and closed his eyes for a minute. The pipe clanged on the ground, and he could feel the vibration. That deep thing that made him snap before was scratching. It growled, and giggled , and taunted, and then it bit. It bit on Sam hard. He eyes snapped open. He no longer saw lots of colours. Only red. Red, red, red. Sam looked down at his hands. Red blood stained his hands. He looked at the demon. Its chest was torn open, and blood was sprayed everywhere. Then Sam's vision turned to normal. There was no more red. No more blood. Sam stared at the demon, and then smiled wickedly.
"You've finally lost it, eh, Sammy?" The demon asked.
"Nope. I'm merely playing my card." Sam said. The demon looked confused for a minute, but then smothered the look with a smirk.
"Oh? And what card would that b-" The demon was cut off as Sam ran at him, screaming wildly. He leapt at the demon, and pushed the both to the ground. Sam began tearing at the demon's flesh with his long nails. Sam didn't chew them or cut them, so he was easily able to dig them into the flesh. Blood spattered up his hands and ran onto the ground. He cackled insanely, and soon he was digging through muscle, and breaking bone, tearing into the chest so he could rip out the demon's heart. The demon screamed in agony. Then there it was. The beating heart of the demon. He clutched it and then ripped it out. He held it up in the air and cackled in victory. Sam won. He always won.
"Well done, Sammy." Said a particular evil voice. Sam frowned and turned around. His eyes widened and he screamed as he saw the flames roaring. The house was gone, and so were Dean and John. Where were they? The only person who was there was…Lucifer.
One more chapter to go! I had everything planned out from the beginning. MWAHAHA. Me and my evilness…..