"No!" Dean shouts before pressing off of the floor of the closet and launching forward into Castiel. He forces the angel backwards and into the far wall as Laraje dives out of the way. "Don't! It's Lizzy!"
"I know," Castiel returns, staring down the demon as he does.
"You'll kill her!" Dean shouts out, his eyes catching the sight of the angel's blade again.
"I'm not going to kill her," Castiel glares at Dean with his assumption.
"Then I won't let you hurt her," Dean warns, standing a bit taller and readying himself to fend of the much more powerful being.
"Dean, get out of the way," Castiel calmly but seriously instructs as he begins to walk forward again.
"No," Dean stands his ground, remaining between the angel and the demon and pushing Castiel's shoulders back into the wall once more.
"Dean," he warns clearly in a threatening voice.
"You'll have to get through me first."
"Or," Larjae calls calmly over to the arguing men. "You could both knock off the macho showdown bullshit and just whip 'em out. I'd be happy to go get a ruler."
"Watch your tone with me, Laraje," Castiel issues over Dean's shoulder.
"Castiel?" Laraje questions with a pleasantly surprised grin while finally getting up off the floor and looking him in the face. "Holy shit, is that you? Walking among the lowly humans… and in one none-the-less. Nice choice, he's kinda cute. Chicks dig the whole sad man behind blue eyes thing."
"I told you to watch your tone," Castiel charges forward with his anger over her audacity but Dean moves to block his way again. "Move, Dean. Now!"
"No," Dean returns. "Just let her say what she needs to say and she'll leave."
"I can't let that happen," Castiel cryptically explains.
"Why not?" Dean asks with concern.
"Yeah, Cassie-poo," Laraje pushes with an exaggerated pouty face. "Why can't you let me tell the truth? Dean does deserve to know."
Castiel's eyes hone in on her. He pushes Dean aside by the shoulder, the human's body hitting the floor with force from the much stronger being and clearing the way for Castiel to get to the demon. He strides forward confidently, sword raised for battle but before he can reach her, Lizzy's eyes turn black and the demon clutches at her throat as she begins to choke.
They all snap their heads around to the top of the stairs. Sam stands there confidently with his eyes nearly closed and his hand outstretched towards Laraje as he attempts to exorcise the demon from Lizzy's body.
"You dick!" she shouts, coughing as she can feel herself gathering up within Lizzy and creeping out her throat. Her anger and refusal to give up that easily makes her strength go into overdrive. She lowers her head, black eyes still evilly trained on Sam with pure malice, and she gathers her right fist. Shooting her arm out and releasing her balled up hand, Sam shouts out when he feels the invisible impact. Looking down, he sees the new hole in his shirt, blood rapidly spreading outward from it as it soaks into his clothes.
"Sam!" Dean screams out when he sees the pained look on his brother's paling face. "Sammy!" He scrambles to his feet and runs to Sam's side, reaching him just in time to catch the hulking man as his knees buckle with the burning ache radiating from his stomach. The noises coming from Sam demonstrates just how bad the pain is.
Castiel starts to advance on the demon, his sword once again raised in threat, but Laraje doesn't blink. Instead she points to him accusingly.
"Castiel, you know I'm the only one who can patch that man up," she reminds as the angel stops dead in his tracks. "You kill me, you kill Sam and I know you don't want that. Stay put."
The angel just swallows hard and watches the demon turn to look at Sam and Dean, now on the floor of the hallway. Sam is sitting against the far wall, sweating and ghost-white while hunched over his side, and Dean is lifting Sam's shirt to look at the newly acquired wound. It's vicious looking, blood seeping out of the small hole her unseen arrow pieced him with and the surrounding skin is quickly turning an angry red color with the infection that is rapidly setting in.
"You're gonna be ok, Sammy," Dean lies, much like he always does when trying to calm his brother in the face of injury. "It's not so bad. You've had worse. You're fine." He jumps to his feet and runs into the nearby bathroom to grab a towel to stop the bleeding. After taking one out of the linen closet along with some other medical supplies Lizzy always smartly overstocks, Dean sprints back into the hall to see Laraje now kneeling in front of Sam.
"Get away from him," Dean growls out, his iron grip on the gathered items growing stronger with his anger.
"Don't make me slam you into yet another wall, Dean," she confidently returns. As soon as her threat leaves Lizzy's lips, Dean is already ignoring her fair warning and taking quick steps her way. Unsure of what he intends on doing once he reaches her, he just can't stop the need to protect his brother overwhelming him at the moment. He has to do something. Laraje sighs as she thrusts out her hand toward him. Dean is invisibly shoved backwards once more, sliding across the tiled bathroom floor on his back and stopping only when his body comes in contact with the bathtub on the other end of the room with a thud.
"How do you seriously never learn at all!" Laraje says in near disbelief to Dean. "Monkeys are smarter than you." She sighs with frustration before bring down her tone. She turns to face Sam and smiles. "Hi Sam. It's nice to meet you."
"Get out of her," Sam attempts to boom out, though it comes out in pants with the pain he feels. Even now, he's still more concerned for Lizzy than his own self. He leans sideways again as the wound in his side flares up, the burning causing him to struggle just to breathe.
"Not just yet, Andre," she says with a hand reaching out to him. Sam backs away violently, not wanting the demon to touch him, especially not with that suit it's wearing.
"Be wise with your actions, Laraje," Castiel warns from behind her still standing back and at the ready to attack if she doesn't play nice.
"Relax, Castiel," she calls back over her shoulder before returning to the injured man. "I'm not gonna hurt you, Sam. I just want to talk then I'll fix you right up. I promise." She winks at him and rests her hand gently on his cheek. As soon as her hand makes contact with Sam's face in such a loving way, Lizzy's eyes momentarily blow wide as her formerly calm and confident expression turns to shock. The familiar touch, the same thing Lizzy did numerous times to comfort all of her men in the past, pulls her forward from her exile and overpowers the demon's formerly unyielding hold. She scrambles away from Sam, scared of the very sudden change and looks sharply around the room. "Holy… shit."
Her head turned in the directions she asked it to. She had wanted to say 'holy shit' and her voice listened. She's taken back her body but she can feel Laraje inside of her, clawing away with fiery anger. She grabs at the sides of her head for a moment with the discomfort before adjusting to the unsettling feeling. Lizzy gathers herself and looks down at Sam's wound, his now blood covered hand pressed over it. Her face wrinkles.
"Oh fuck," she says while gently grasping his wrist and lifting his hand gingerly to see the mangled mess hidden underneath. His skin is already seeping and dangerously deteriorating. "Oh, Sammy. So not good." Her voice shakes, suddenly consumed with sorrow, and her eyes begin filling with tears over what Laraje did to him, over what Laraje made her do to him.
"L?" Dean confusingly asks while walking to the bathroom doorway as he hears her speak but in the moment he goes unnoticed. He watches the scene unfold as he's sure his Lizzy managed to break free. He knows the difference immediately, her tone of voice and her gentile demeanor giving her away.
Not exactly sure what to do, Lizzy goes with the instincts that are strongly pushing her from deep inside herself. She's never had a feeling like this before, the power of Laraje now surging in her soul as she listens to the directions that her body gives her, holding her hand out towards Sam. Quickly she presses her palm over the rotting wound in his skin and closes her eyes. She can actually feel the healing happening under her palm and it's then that Laraje begins seriously fighting back, stabbing her brain with vengeful ire. Screaming out at the sudden and growing pain inside her skull, Lizzy knows her temporary control is fading fast. She fights it with all she has to make sure she completes her task, needing to fix Sam before her window is gone and Laraje comes back. The wound finishes closing and Lizzy finally looks up to Sam, panic in her eyes while silently asking for help, before she blinks and those same eyes return to their formerly shiny black and devoid of life state.
"That bitch!" Laraje shouts her frustrations aloud once she takes back over. Snatching her hand back from the now perfectly healed skin on Sam's side, she stands up quickly. "How dare she!" Laraje punches the wall next to her, taking out her anger in any way possible. "Who the fuck does she think she is!"
"A Winchester," Sam answers back with a low and infuriated voice, thinking fast and with full clarity now that he's repaired. He once more holds out his hand to Laraje and closes his eyes. Focusing harder this time around to ensure Laraje can't fight back, he feels the demon blood rushing through him. Soon Laraje is falling to Lizzy's knees with the strain, the smoke pouring from her mouth and coating the floor in a thick black fog as it begins to burn through the hardwood planks. Sam keeps working, his nose trickling blood and his head practically splitting open with the effort. She's a stronger demon than he had previously expected, and he'd expected a lot. Lizzy falls over onto her back, eyes closed and unmoving, once Laraje is fully gone and shoved back into the pit. Sam falls backward, his weight once more leaning into the wall behind him, and tries to catch his breath and recuperate.
"Lizzy!" Dean shouts, fearing her still, slumped form and descending down to the floor by her side.