(Disclaimer: Don't own anything Supernatural related; the following story and the characters of Riley and Dee are all mine)

Holier Than Thou.

Chapter Two.

His angry steps carried a volume all their own, a deep resonance that filled the room as his pacing intensified. His hands clenched and unclenched, the muscles in his shoulders straining under the old black t-shirt as the tension built within him, clawing up his neck, staking its claim on his jaw. His hazel eyes held a dark fury, his brow knitting together as the mind inside seethed with insurmountable rage. He turned; his fist slamming into the motel wall again and again; the destruction of the sheetrock doing little to ease the tumultuous sea of savage hatred in which he was drowning.

Sammy. His chest tightened painfully and the wall bore the brunt of another attack; he didn't feel the knuckle push out of joint, he didn't feel the skin of his hand split or the blood that ran freely from it; all he could feel was an all-encompassing rage that surged like wildfire from the pit of his stomach, blazing round his body and devouring everything but the guilt he felt at leaving his brother vulnerable.

He turned from the vehemence that was choking him as the door to the room opened; Riley entered with hers and Dee's gear; she took in the smashed wall, broken chair, shattered lamp and the turbulent storm squalling behind Dean's eyes and nodded. She put the bags on the bed, opened one and pulled out the medi-kit "Sit" he stood his ground "Okay" she took what she needed from the kit, cleaned and bandaged his hand, popping his middle knuckle back into place "Done. You want a lollipop now?" she went and plonked down in one of the chairs and rubbed her hands down her face "We gotta stop splitting up" she muttered "You'd think we'd have figured that out by now"

Dean said nothing as he tried to extinguish the internal pyre that burned through him; he needed to calm down, he needed to focus if he was going to find Sam, but the blinding fury that ravaged him was its own beast and putting a leash on it was going to be damn near impossible.

Riley looked up from her hands, she could see the inner battle going on behind Dean's eyes and if he didn't get himself under some sort of control, the room would cop another thrashing. She got up, went to the fridge and took out the tequila, forcing it into his hands and taking her seat again "Okay, so what do we know about this guy?" she watched him, the muscles in his jaw clenching as his teeth ground together "Dean. Dean, come on, you gotta help me with this"

He walked towards the table, each step lithe, controlled…predatory; anyone that got in his way would be taken down and ripped apart. He sat in the chair opposite Riley, breathing heavily as he unscrewed the lid of the tequila and gulping it down; maybe this would douse the fire blistering inside him.

Riley grabbed the pen and writing pad on the desk "So, he's a demon…"

Dean gasped "No! Really?"

Riley looked up from the paper "You should work Vegas with that comic wit, Dean" he gave her the finger and she grinned "And a puppet show too, awesome" he stopped a grin and she laughed softly "I saw that" she said "Now stop hogging the tequila"

He passed her the bottle "We have no idea what kind of demon he is, Riley. He could be anything from an 'asmodai' to a 'pithius' and that's not gonna help us figure out where Sam is"

"Sam and Dee you mean" said Riley.

"Yeah, 'course" he took the tequila back and drank "Alright, so what do we know?"

"He's a prick" said Riley "Who's in desperate need of an interior decorator. 'Cause, damn" she shook her head "Did you see those…"

"The painting" said Dean as he straightened in his chair; his mind now focussing on the job at hand; finding his brother.

"The one with the scary looking red-head?"

Dean nodded, putting the booze down as he opened the laptop "Remember when I asked him if she was an ancestor?"

Riley nodded "Smug bastard. Do you know how badly I wanted to bitch-slap him?" she got up, putting the tequila in the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water "He damn well mocked me" she moved her chair next to Dean's as they started to sift through photos of religious paintings and icons.

An hour later they still hadn't found anything and their frustration had hit a whole new level. Riley looked at her watch "Hungry? 'Cause I'm starved"

Dean shook his head as he scrolled through image after image "I'll eat later"

Riley stood, stretched and grabbed her jacket "I'll be back in a bit. Try not to destroy any more of the room while I'm gone"

He waved distractedly at her "Make sure you're carrying" he said; not looking up as she walked out the door.

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Riley put her hands in her pockets as she headed towards the burger joint a couple of blocks down from their new motel, The night was balmy and the warm breeze from the outlying desert meant she didn't need a jacket; the bulge of the pistol at her back meant she did. Her boots echoed on the sidewalk as the smell of fried onions and barbequed meat hit her, making her mouth water. God, the food better taste as good as it smelled. She couldn't remember the last time she ate; she guessed it was maybe two days ago, before Dee had told her about Jack. She hung her head; the last couple of days had sucked out loud; Jack was dead and now Dee was missing. They had to figure out who the demon was and where the hell he'd taken Dee and Sam; and she guessed time was a luxury they could ill afford. She picked up her pace; food then back to it.

She was walking back to the motel carrying a bag filled with burgers and fries and drinking a coke when she felt a chill run through her; she stopped and cocked her head, looking around her, taking in her surroundings quickly. She couldn't see anything, but that didn't mean there wasn't anything about. She put the food and drink on a nearby shopfront and pulled the pistol from the small of her back, holding it close to her leg as she stepped from the kerb, her eyes scanning the alleyway on her right; shadows everywhere. She watched for five minutes but nothing; she turned ...and was dragged into the alley, her back slamming painfully against the brick-wall.

She tried to raise her pistol but couldn't; she tried to move her head and couldn't do that either and she needed to move her head 'cause she could hear the hollow steps of someone moving slowly towards her. The footsteps stopped; whatever it was, staying on her periphery; a dark silhouette that oozed menace. She strained her eyes as far right as she could as the dim figure moved around, only allowing her a hint of itself.

"Are you gonna show yourself or what, you pussy?" she said. It gave a low chuckle, sending a bitterly cold shiver of fear through her "Well?"

And then he was there; she hadn't seen or heard him move but his eyes were mere inches from hers; the yellow orbs burning brightly "How's that?" he laughed maniacally.

Riley felt a deep, searing fury rise in her; this was the arsehole that had killed Jack "I'm gonna kill you" she menaced.

He laughed uproariously, doing everything but slapping his knee in glee. He wiped tears from his eyes "Oh, you are precious!" he shook his head "Kill me" he said to himself with another laugh. He lifted his glowing eyes to hers "So many have tried, pumpkin" he grinned "Yet here I am"

"What the fuck do you want?" she asked as she tried to struggle against the invisible force that had her pinned against the wall.

"Hmmm, want…" he tapped his chin "So many things but I'm guessing that's not exactly what you're asking is it?"

"Jesus…" she rolled her eyes "Dean said you liked the sound of your own voice but I had no idea" She cried out as a pain more intense than anything she'd ever felt before ripped through her; tearing at every part of her. She felt like she was being burned alive.

"Did dear ol' Dean tell you I don't like people speaking out of turn?"

She gasped as the pain stopped suddenly; the shock of it like a physical blow and she quelled the nausea in her stomach, willing herself not to throw up.

He walked slowly towards her "I came to help you" he said, a dark smile on his face.

"Bullshit" she said; then yelled as the pain ripped through her again.

He shook his head "Another slow learner" he leaned in close, his fetid breath washing over her "You fucked up. I bought you four back together and already you've managed to screw yourselves over"

"Fuck you" she gasped, another yell tearing from her lungs as the demon played with her.

"You want the information or not? Because trust me, you'll never find them without my help"

"Why should I believe you?" she panted, glaring at the evil in front of her.

"Why would I lie?" he asked, a smile gliding across his lips.

"You're a freakin' demon, arsehole!" and she yelled again as her chest tightened painfully; what felt like fingers squeezing savagely at her heart.

He laughed merrily "This is fun!"

"Glad…you're …enjoying yourself" said Riley as tears blurred vision.

"Oh I am!" he leaned in close, whispering in her ear. He took a step back and grinned malevolently at her "Now you can believe me or not" he shrugged "Up to you really but I doubt whether they're having as much fun as I am" he smiled nastily at her "Your uncle didn't scream like you did and I tore him open; gutted him like the pig he was and not a sound, not even when he lay dying, his blood and guts pooling around him" he sneered "What an embarrassment you must have been to him! Lucky he's not around to see this…" he waved his hand at her "pitiful display"

Riley yelled, a primal roar of rage and vengeance that turned into one of pain and fear as the yellow-eyed demon left his mark on her.

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Sam threw his head back, the tendons in his neck straining under the effort as he let loose a yell that was torn from his very being. His arms were outstretched, his wrists bound tightly; his ankles also bound as he was splayed against the wall. The blood ran slowly from the torn skin at his wrists, sluicing down his arms and over his chest; his chest that had deep welts, claw marks across it; claw marks that looked like they'd been made from the inside.

"LET HIM ALONE!" yelled Dee from the other wall.

"Tell me where they are and I'll stop!" said the demon, his eyes boring into Dee's.

Sam managed a strangled "Don't" before another scream was torn from him, another set of claw marks scraping across his body.

"SAM!" yelled Dee. She turned her eyes back to the demon "I'm gonna rip your arms off and beat you to death with them, you prick!"

He laughed at her "You and what army?" he looked around the room and raised his hands, turning back to her with a smile "I'm sure they'll be storming the place any minute now, right?"

"You really are an idiot aren't you?" she screamed as she felt a searing pain rip through her mind; large needles stabbing incessantly at her; needles that had to have been dipped in acid. She felt blood start to drip from her nose as she raised her eyes to his again "They moved after you took us, numbnut! How the hell would we know where they are!" She screamed again as she felt barbs tear down her left arm; she looked and saw welt marks appear on her skin, the same kind that had marked Sam.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" yelled Sam "WE DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY ARE, YOU SONOFABITCH!" and he arched his back as the invisible talons ripped down his spine.

"You tell me where she is or what you're feeling now will be a tickle compared to what I do next!"

"She?" said Dee "I thought you wanted both of them…but you don't do you?"

He laughed nastily "I don't give a fuck about her!"

"Bullshit" said Dee.

Sam stared at the demon "You don't do you? So what is it?" he screamed as welts appeared down his face.

"LEAVE HIM…" Dee's scream echoed Sam;s as what felt like hooks pierced her shoulder and dragged down her chest.

"ASSHOLE!" roared Sam

"TELL ME!" the demon demanded.

"WE DON'T FUCKING WELL KNOW!" yelled Sam

"AND EVEN IF WE DID, WE'D NEVER TELL YOU!" shouted Dee, ignoring the searing pain that consumed her.

"Well that makes for quite a dilemma" the demon said with a laugh.

Dee rolled her eyes "It's a conundrum, you twat"

Sam let out a small laugh "Riley corrected me on that very point in Vermont"

Dee grinned at Sam "We're grammar nazi's"

The demon roared and their screams filled the small room; a congestion of pain, profanity and persecution as they were punished. Their bodies were torn...ripped...ravaged from the inside out; claws slashed at their skin, talons hooked into their organs, piercing painfully into every part of them. They writhed in pain as the rancorous rhapsody began again; a sadistic symphony of wretched wails and anguished howls that were underscored by gut-wrenching weeping. It assaulted their minds; a cacophony of shrieks, screams and begging that drove deep into them, the tormented calls of the forsaken like an invading army whose sole purpose was to destroy the sanity of its enemy; a sanity it had abandoned long ago.

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Her eyes shone with dark light as her cries reverberated round her lair, bouncing off the charcoal walls before being carried away on the warm desert winds; the coyote's howls joining hers, a soulless harmony that echoed round the barren lands as they paced in front of the entrance of the lair.

She laid voice to another scream, her hands fisting the dirt as the pain ripped through her; her distended abdomen undulating as the beast began its journey towards existence; clawing its way towards the tantalising roars of its maker.

He arrived in a river of blood; his misshapen body writhing in the dirt as his first howl shattered the night air; a fractured call that went out to its brethren, a corrupt keening that bought a sinister smile to its mothers face.

She picked up her spawn, bringing him to her swollen breast and she smiled again, whispering wrath-filled covenants as she began his catechism. His impious induction had begun.

His eyes were aglow as his teeth sank deep into the flesh; his thirst for blood beginning as he fed…fed a hunger that could not be sated.

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Dean shifted uncomfortably in his chair, great, his ass was numb; he rubbed a hand down his face, his eyes felt like someone had rubbed them with sandpaper; God, how long...he stopped and frowned, looking at his watch; shit, Riley had been gone almost an hour, she should have been back by now. He stood, taking the pistol from the table and putting it at the small of his back. He turned, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair; he took a step towards the door and it was flung open. His gun was in his hand in an instant, trained on the figure in the doorway.

"Shit! Riley" he put the gun in his waistband and caught her as she fell into the room. He kicked the door shut and laid her on the bed "Riley. Riley, look at me. Come on" he patted her cheek softly as he looked for the wounds that had caused her face and neck to be covered with blood.

She focussed on him "I know where they are" she whispered before her eyes swam and she lost consciousness.

To be continued…