A/N: Omg it's been soo long! I feel horrible for making you all wait, but I'm back! I would've updated sooner but school has been killer and also I've been having some personalish problems so I hope you understandJ I'll update as often as I can, I promise! Now back to the story.
Warning: This chapter is gonna get kinda intense in almost a sexual way (not ACTUALLY sexual but me being the paranoid person I am I thought I should warn you. It's like, lip rape. Nothing super graphic), nothing that bad in my opinion, but if you can't handle that sorta thing you may want to skip a few parts of this if not just skip the whole chapter. You've been warned and I hope you like it anyways.
Chapter 6:
We wasted no time. James and I were in the car and on the road in about 2 minutes flat.
"So where are we headed? How do you know where to go, anyways?" I asked as I loaded my gun in the passenger's seat. This was it. We were finally gonna smoke the bastard that took Alex.
"It's hard to explain. I just saw a picture and I knew that's where we want to go. I don't know how but I do," James said. I frowned but nodded. As long as we got there I didn't care. The car ride was silent except for the sound of me field-stripping our weapons in the passenger's seat, making sure we were ready. I was desperate to memorize the exorcism and I was chanting it in my mind, perfecting my pronunciation (cause' believe it or not, pronouncing Latin incantations is way harder than Dad makes it look). Crap. Dad. The demon. Hell.
"James… D'you…. Demons always lie, right?" I asked. In fact, he had a bit of fun down there himself; he was Alistair's star student. James immediately grew uncomfortable.
"I don't think he was lying, Ally. I was awake the whole time; he knew the truth would hurt you more than anything, so he didn't twist it. I don't want to believe it either, but…" He muttered. I looked at him incredulously.
"I know Dad's been through some crap, he and Sam both. But Hell? I don't believe it. And what did that demon mean? Who is Alistair?" I demanded. James exhaled loudly in frustration.
"I don't know, Allison. I don't know why Dad would be in Hell, I don't know what the hell that demon meant, I don't know. So just let it go for now. You need to be focused for this." I scowled and turned away. How was I supposed to let go of the fact that my dad, a man I had looked up to my whole life as a hero, had been to Hell, and from the sounds of it, tortured people himself. My father, Dean Winchester. I couldn't, wouldn't believe it.
"No. I won't let it go. Not now, not ever. But don't worry, I'm plenty focused. Those demonic bastards are gonna wish they'd never been born," I added in a dangerous undertone. James looked at me in alarm; he probably wasn't used to seeing me this angry. I wasn't used to seeing me this angry.
We pulled into some warehouse in San Diego. Demons and old abandoned warehouses, seriously. So predictable. I gripped my knife tightly in my hand as I got out of the car.
"Let's go kick some ass," James muttered, and we headed for the entrance. I muttered a quick prayer to anyone who was listening, and we snuck through the door. We made it about four feet in before I was struck in the back of the head with a heavy metal something and I barely had time to think a few choice curse words before everything faded to blackness
"Well, well, well. Would you look who it is?" No. Not that voice. I didn't want to open my eyes; I knew what I would see and I desperately did not want to see it. I felt a hand stroke my cheek and I flinched away, snarling.
"Don't touch me," I growled menacingly, still clamping my eyes shut.
"Oh, don't be like that, Ally! Don't pretend you don't love it. Now I wanna see those pretty green eyes. So like your father's…"
"Don't talk about my father." I was backhanded across my face, and my neck snapped to the left; I felt a trickle of blood run down my chin.
"Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!" James' voice barked from somewhere behind me. I opened my eyes then and turned around the best I could in the chains I had been bound in. My brother had been tied up similarly, only instead of sitting in a chair his arms were chained around a post. He fought desperately against them. "Don't you touch her!"
I regretted opening my eyes almost immediately, because in the next moment Alex's face loomed in front of me. He looked just as he had when I last saw him; rumpled blonde hair, slight stubble on his chin, clean clothes. Carelessly handsome. But I knew it wasn't Alex, not MY Alex. That smirk wasn't MY Alex, that hard glint in his eyes wasn't MY Alex.
"Let him go. He has nothing to do with this." My voice was so low I could barely hear myself, but I knew he had heard me anyway. He sneered and sauntered over to me, sitting on my lap so his legs were wrapped around me and his face was so close I could feel his breaths on my face, and our noses were practically touching. It disgusted me. This demon thing was not Alex. It had no right to touch me the way he would, the way he had. I heard James growl a warning. I looked into the blue eyes I knew so well but were so foreign in that moment.
"Darling, he has everything to do with this. He has ever since he first asked you out to dinner, and he will until his heart stops beating." As he said it a black film slid over the blue and the demon smirked with my boyfriend's face, leaning forward. I clenched my jaw. This trick to get me upset was working very well. I was seconds away from screaming, but I knew it was just getting started.
"Don't touch me," I whispered again, my voice faltering. The demon grinned at my discomfort. "What do you want?"
"You," It whispered back, smashing my boyfriend's lips into mine. It felt wrong, so wrong, and I tensed up and tried to turn away. James was shouting in the background get off her don't touch her but the demon paid no heed to him. Its hands began wandering over me, slipping under my shirt. I snarled into its mouth but it just laughed and kissed me again furiously, pushing its tongue against my locked lips. I stayed rigid. Everything was red and I was furious, disgusted, livid, and I was going to kill this demonic son of a bitch. The demon laughed and pulled back as if it knew what I was thinking.
"Alex sends his best wishes," it crooned into my ear, and I turned my head away, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Let. Him. Go." Each syllable was a punch in the face, thrown at the demon wearing my boyfriend's face like some sick Halloween costume. "What do you want? Take me, let him go! He's never done anything!" I practically sobbed.
"Oh, sweetheart. It kills me to see you this way," The demon pouted at me and stood up. "Do you really wanna talk to him? Fine. I'll take off the gag. You get a minute." He closed his eyes, and when he next moment them they were Alex's eyes. Blue and compassionate, and right now, terrified. He looked at me desperately and my heart broke at his horrified expression. He touched the bruise on my cheek and I leaned into his hand. It was him. I missed his touch, the real him. Not some demon shacked up in his meat-suit lip-raping me. If that's actually a thing.
"I did this…" He whispered.
"No, no you didn't Alex, it's a demon, he's got you, but I promise I'm gonna help you, I'm gonna save you. I swear everything's going to be okay," I muttered frantically. We didn't have much time.
"I love you, Allison. I do."
"I know. I love you too." He got the chance to wipe away the tears on my cheeks before he went rigid and the demon took possession again.
"You two are heartbreaking," It said gleefully.
"Christo," I said back just for the hell of it, and it flinched and punched me again, right over the spot it did last time. My jaw ached. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus—" I began, but the demon laughed. It laughed.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but that isn't gonna work." He pulled up his sleeve and for the second time that day I saw a strange symbol. A binding spell burned into Alex's arm. I was beginning to understand why Dad and Sam had those anti-possession tattoos. Note-to-self: if you make it out of this alive, you're going straight to a tattoo parlor. I frowned at the symbol and struggled against my bindings. It wasn't helping.
Dammit, if anyone can hear me, send help. I'm talking to you, Castiel. Please. James and I are in trouble. If you're listening, come find us. It had been a while since I'd seen the dark-haired angel but I knew if we didn't get a miracle, James, Alex, and I were screwed.
"Fine. So, what the hell is all this about anyway?" I asked. I needed to keep the demon occupied, assuming someone was going to show up and save the day.
"What do you think? Your dad and his brother pissed me off a few years back, I'm getting my revenge." It was a crappy lie.
"Right. Now what's the real reason?" The demon scowled at me and paced the floor.
"It's all part of the plan…" He muttered, and I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks for clearing that up. What plan?" I asked. Usually bad guys were itching to give the big evil speech. Dad used to tell me monsters were real suckers for monologues, but apparently not this one.
"Word from the downstairs is your brother and you are following in daddy's footsteps. The cage won't hold out forever, you know," was all he said to clarify.
"It'd be real nice if something you said actually, I dunno… made a lick of sense to me?" I growled. I was losing my patience. Anyone there? I could use a rescue right about now. "James, d'you know what this guy is talking about?" I called back, hoping my brother could help me waste time. But James didn't answer. Concerned, I looked back to see my brother's chains in a heap on the floor where he had been sitting. The demon must've looked back too because he made a furious scream and looked around the room for my brother.
"Where'd he go?" It demanded. I wondered the same thing when suddenly a figure appeared behind him, but it wasn't James. It was Castiel, in all of his trench-coated glory. And there was someone with him. My heart leapt.
"Dad?!" I gasped, and I got a quick half smile in return before he leapt on the demon. In my surprise in panic I couldn't quite process what was going on until I saw my dad draw a knife. "No, don't hurt him! Dad it's Alex don't kill him!" I shouted frantically. Castiel appeared behind me and took away my bonds, and I leapt up instantly, grabbing Alex from behind.
"Dad it's a binding spell, we have to break it. On his right arm," I told my father. Thankfully he seemed to understand what I was talking about because he took hold of Alex's arm as he struggled, spitting out furious curses. Dad cut a quick slash across the symbol and stood back as smoke rushed forth from Alex's mouth. When it was all over he collapsed, and I rushed forward to catch him
"Alex, Alex are you okay?" I muttered, shaking him as his eyes slid open and shut unconsciously. He muttered some form of reply and the iron clench on my heart loosened. "We need to get him home," I said to no one in particular, all other thoughts gone from my mind. I felt a hand on my shoulder and a gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach and when I could see again I saw that I was sitting on the floor of my family's kitchen with Alex cradled in my arms and James, my mom and dad, and Castiel standing around me. And that was when I blacked out for the third time that day.
A/N: Heh, that was actually kinda fun to write. I hope you guys like it.
Btw, who else watched the season 9 premiere today? (or since it's midnight, yesterday?) CRAZY, HUH? I love it! It felt like I'd been waiting for that for forever, y'know? TOTALLY worth it though. Agreed?
Anyways, until next time!
-Baileylovesyou0400