A/N: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews guys! :D To those who reviewed Annon, I wanted to say a quick thanks to you guys. Reviews are always appreciated. :) Okay, so here comes the next chapter. This one is the shortest of them all, but hopefully the action will make up for the lack of length :) Please read and review guys, cause reviews are like chocolate and I love chocolate :p
A/N 2: Still more cussing, angst, and some butt kicking action. you've been warned ;) And any and all spelling errors are my own :p
Disclaimer: Same as before. I do not own Sam and Dean. Kripke does.
Dean's brain was stuck somewhere around, "What the Hell?" and "What the f- ?" almost the same thoughts, but he never said his brain actually carried a coherent thought at the present time. The whole scene in front of him was kind of surreal. It was like coming into a movie during the action sequence, but not knowing the beginning and all of the characters. Obviously, he was missing something important, 'cause one minute Sam was on the wall, the next he was right beside the demon, pinning her arm to the wall and forcing her to lose her grip on the knife. Huh. Funny how the tables have turned; now his only question was: how?
The demon squirmed in Sam's grasp, trying but failing to get him to let go of her arm.
"What the hell do you want?" She spit out, frightened that she could not push him back with her mind which she had done earlier. She'd never encountered anyone quite like him. A human no less!
He merely gazed at her with narrowed eyes, cocking his head to the side as if listening to something neither of the other room's occupants could here. A beat, then –
"Why don't we have a little chat with your pals waiting outside? Hmm?" Sam asked, mockery evident in his tone as one corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.
Before Dean could even utter a word into the conversation, he watched wide-eyed, as the demon was flung by the arm right into and through the bedroom window, glass shattering like a gun going off. Sam was already posed to jump out the window half a second later, before Dean could even blink. Sam glanced at Dean, golden eyes locking with green, a look of sadness and remorse, before his eyes hardened into what Dean knew all too well was determination. Sam turned back and looked down at the green lawn below him, four demons already gathered on the lawn, including the girl he'd just chucked through the window. He steeled his posture, and let go of any limitations or reservations he might have had.
Sam jumped.
Dean didn't know how long he stayed leaning against the wall, or how long until he realized he wasn't pinned there anymore, but he was a tad preoccupied with the thought, That idiot did NOT just jump out of a two-storey fucking window with nothing but his big fat head to land on! Never mind that Sam seemed to have control over his abilities, which he was NOT supposed to be using or trying to learn how to control in the first place. They were so going to have a long talk about that one. Had Sam not learned anything from their explosive conversation when Dean had found out about Sam using his abilities and scurrying around with Ruby? Apparently not.
Dean silently fumed about that. But for now, Dean had to put aside the million of questions he had about this whole situation, move his ass away from the wall and get going. Grabbing their guns, Dean silently made his way towards the window, glass crunching under his shoes. He glanced down to make sure Sam hadn't killed himself on the way down. Nope still intact and in deep shit, if the four demons surrounding him were anything to go by.
Damnit Sam. Your ass is so getting kicked when this is over. Dean thought angrily to himself as he pushed away from the window and out the bedroom door and down the stairs; glass scraping the wooden floors from the grooves under his shoes as he raced for the front door, his shotgun in hand, a flask of holy water in the other.
Sam stood still, allowing the demons to surround him, though his eyes kept track of their movements as they shifted quietly on the damp grass. His back was towards the house, the driveway to his left, and the large oak tree in the yard off to his right. He could sense more demons moving around than just the four surrounding him. He and Dean were in a lot of danger, and Sam wanted to get them the hell out of dodge while they still could.
The jump from the window wasn't terrifying like it should have been, with nothing to break his fall but his gangly legs, or his fat head, as Dean had so eloquently put it. Sam was almost vibrating with energy, most of which he didn't understand, but instinctively knew. It was much like being hooked up to wires and being put on an electric current, everything emitting electrical signals and energy that his body somehow was able to interpret and relay back to his muscles or limbs before he had consciously decided to do so. It was like living on pure instinct, none of it on an intellectual level, but one born of a need for survival.
He was also being bombarded with messages in his head; thoughts of others were constantly flowing through his mind, a steady hum like white noise that he tried to push away in order to concentrate. He tried to block them like you would a shield against swords or arrows meaning to snuff you out of existence. The pressure in his head from this was heavy, a dull but constant pain in the back of his head, but he didn't have time to wonder what toll this 'episode' was going to cost him.
"What have we got here? A hunter without a weapon?" The taunting voice drew Sam's attention to his left. The man in question was in his late twenties, short black hair and about Dean's height, somewhere around the six foot mark. A black skull t-shirt and jeans fleshed out his appearance. Sam didn't move, other than to flick his eyes in the man's direction.
The three others in the group consisted of two guys in their early thirties, both with medium dark brown hair and angular pale faces. They were also clad in jeans and one wore a red button down checkered shirt, while the other bore a navy blue sweatshirt. The last one was the girl he had tossed out the window, glass and other debris sticking out of her hair in different directions glaring at him as she plucked a particularly long sliver of glass out of her hair, blood trickling down the side of her face as it sliced her skin just below the hairline.
"Hey! I'm talking to you boy!" Apparently Skully here didn't like being ignored. His eyes flashing an inky black.
"And I'm ignoring you. You demons sure flap your gums a lot." Sam threw back, still not looking at the agitated demon. A mischievous smile curling the corners of his mouth.
The demon snarled, inching closer towards Sam, but keeping himself at what he would consider a safe distance, not completely sure what to expect from the boy in front of him. His façade changed; a small smile lighting up his face, and a tranquil and yet superior look made him seem far more in control than he really was.
"I'm going to rip out your intestines and shove it down your cocky little throat," he hissed, his eyes held a dangerous edge to it, "and then I'll find your brother, and cut his head clean off his shoulders and put it on a pike for all to see."
The demon watched as Sam's back stiffened. What he didn't see was Sam's eyes darkening, and his lips pressed tightly together in a thin line. No one, and he meant no one, threatened his brother.
One second the demon was a good eight feet away, the next second he was throwing the first punch, aiming for the side of Sam's head. The demon had been on earth a while, having gotten out of the gate when it had been opened back in Wyoming. He'd jumped hosts a number of times, and had even taken out a few hunters in the last year since his release. Humans, to him at least, were nothing more than slaves and things to beat the tar out of. No human, hunter or not, had ever bested him and he prided himself on it. So it came to a surprise when the hunter moved out of the way, his arm deflecting the shot over his head and side stepping the demon, out of harm's way. He felt a shove, and the demon landed face first on the damp grass. Pounding his fist on the ground in frustration, he pushed himself up and was suddenly face to face with a very pissed off Sam Winchester.
Sam sneered at him, and the demon hissed before aiming an elbow at Sam's ribcage. Sam caught his arm just above the elbow, stopping the blow, before pulling the demon's arm down and driving his knee into the demon's midsection. There was a sharp crack as the bones snapped, and the demon gasped in pain before Sam rotated the demon's arm behind his back and applied steady pressure, until the shoulder dislocated and the radius and ulna bones in the demon's arm snapped under the strain. The demon howled and Sam let him drop, focusing his attention on the other three demons standing not ten feet away, watching him with calculating eyes.
The two males advanced, each moving so that they surrounded the youngest Winchester from the front and from behind. Sam's back was to the house once again, and the demon in the checkered shirt stayed a good six feet away in front of him, and he could sense the hoodie guy was about the same distance away behind him. Skully was still down, but demons were known for healing fast, so he wouldn't be out of the fight for long.
Sam shifted his stance, spreading his legs a little further apart to give himself more room to move, but kept his eyes on checkered boy, and his ears trained on the demon behind him. With silent communication, both demons sprung forward, both moving incredibly fast.
Sam however, was faster.
Sam ducked at the last second, felt the fist that would have smashed right into the back of his skull brush past the top of his head, and brought his left arm around and drove the palm of his hand into the demon's back, sending him forward, right smack into the other demon. Before either had a chance to recover, Sam grabbed the back of the demon's sweatshirt and yanked – hard – and the demon sailed through the air before colliding with the brick wall and sliding down. The other demon took a swipe at Sam while he was distracted, but Sam deftly blocked the hit, and slid into defence as he backpedalled and blocked a fist, then a kick to his midsection and an elbow to his face.
Sam thought he heard the front door open and Dean yell for him, and it distracted him long enough that the demon found his mark and nailed Sam hard in the face with its fist, his head snapping to the left from the blow. Sam followed up with his own hit that shattered the demon's facial features; bones crunching and grinding together from the hit. The demon staggered, and Sam was about to finish it up when he heard, "Sam! Down!" and years of training and blind faith had Sam dropping to the ground, an explosion of a shotgun blast a dull 'thud' as it hit its intending target not three feet from Sam's right. The demon in the hoodie had snuck up on him, but Dean had seen him coming; he had Sam's back.
Not wasting another second, Sam was up and grabbing the demon with the now bloody checkered shirt and threw an elbow at the demon, feeling the demon's trachea collapsing in on itself and hearing the demon gurgle for air, before he planted a kick at the demon's abdomen, sending the demon flying into the brand new Toyota Corolla parked on the street in front of the yard. The demon landed on the hood of the car, cracking and utterly destroying the windshield, before sliding off to the pavement on the other side.
"SAM!" Dean's warning had Sam's senses going into overdrive, knowing that Skully was just behind him, but without enough time to stop him from pulling Sam's arms behind his head, immobilizing the limbs.
"Not bad… for a human." He whispered in Sam's ear, even as he increased the pressure on Sam's arms, attempting to break all the bones in his arms. Sam snapped his head back, the demon howling from a busted nose, and loosening his hold long enough for Sam to reach for the knife strapped to his right calf before whipping around and thrusting his arm forward, the blade slicing deep into the demon's chest, the demon not having the chance to feel the pain as the blood seeped out of the knife wound and dribbling onto the knife's handle. Sam pulled the demon a little closer, the knife pushing farther into the demon's chest, Sam's mouth right next to the demon's ear.
"I never said I didn't have a weapon. Not bad… for a human." Sam whispered, wrenching the knife from the demon's chest, and watched the demon's eyes spark as it twitched on the ground as it died from the fatal wound.
The sound of footsteps on concrete had Sam's head snapping up as he watched the female demon take off down the street, her blonde hair bouncing across her back as her feet pounded against the sidewalk. A glance to Dean, and he found his brother watching him – one part unsure, another worried, and one look Sam could not identify. Sam nodded his head in the escaping demon's direction, indicating he wanted Dean to follow her. Dean nodded in the affirmative and bounded after her, hot on her heels.
With a sigh, Sam turned around, seeing the demon he'd tossed earlier into the brick siding, breathing heavily as he struggled to stand, the rock salt having knocked him flat on his ass, smoke lazily steaming out of the wounds the rock salt had created. Sam waited, knowing the demon needed a moment to 'catch his breath'.
He could just send the demon back to hell with his mind, hell he'd done it enough times now to know how it works, but getting information was what he wanted at the present moment. He'd send the stupid bastard back downstairs when he had answers.
"You…" he gasped. Damn, that kid was strong. It felt like he'd been tossed into an oncoming semi and then getting run over by it. "…what kind of game are you playing here, kid? You think you're ready for the big leagues, junior? You're just a small fish in a shark tank." Sam smirked, watching the demon shrink in front of him.
"It seems the fish can outsmart the shark. I know what I'm dealing with." Sam took a step closer, watching with satisfaction that the demon cringed and took another step back. "I want to know where…" Sam's smirk tapered off into a frown, the demon before him already moving towards the side of the building, a dark sinister smile lighting up his features as he called out to the youngest Winchester. "Got your hands full this time kiddo. My bet's on him." He called behind him as he slinked around the corner out of sight.
Sam let him go. He had a much more pressing concern. Especially if it was who he sensed was coming this way. "Shit." Sam growled, already moving towards where he'd last seen his brother.
He'd gotten no more than a few steps before the air turned frigid and he felt the air knocked out of his lungs before he was tackled from the side; Sam's body hitting the brick wall hard, his hip smacking into the window sill and his head smashing through one of the living room windows, the glass raining down on him and his attacker.
"Hello Samuel."
A/N: Okay, reading back I had to laugh because I finished writing this before, 'I Know What You Did This Summer' aired, and apparently the boys can jump out of windows and not get seriously hurt :p Ah, the magic of television. :p But for the sake of argument, we'll say it doesn't often occur :p And knowing Sam's luck, he would land on his head :p lol. Hope you've enjoyed it thus far guys. And can I say, 'Ooooh, cliffie!' I love those ;)