Chapter 7 – Back in black
The Impala was driving down the black road, covert in asphalt, as the rain poured down on her, muffling the engine's sweet purr. The passenger's seat was empty and only the driver's was taken. With his hands on the wheel and the usual look on his face after just driving an exorcised person to the hospital (the "I'm not joking, I'm dead serious" look), Dean Winchester drove back to the motel room as fast as possible: his brother was waiting.
A thunder cut the sky in two and fell in some empty field, a few miles away. The house was cold in that night. It was October 28th. A small light was on and a man was tied up to a chair. He was about thirty, maybe even younger, brown hair, light skin, imprisoned inside of a devil's trap.
Sam asked the demon what his purpose was in possessing that man's body, besides killing innocent people. "To pass a message to his family", he had answered. The youngest of the Winchester brothers then wanted to know what the message was and the black-eyed demon responded: "None of your business, Sam."
Yes, at that point, all demons knew his name… His and Dean's: the very famous Winchester boys.
The rain fell down from the clouds and, confronted by that answer, Sam spoke, by heart:
"Exorcizamus te, omnis spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernali adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabólica."
The demon was cleary in pain, moving that John Doe's body with such violence.
"Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legia diabólica adjuramus te. Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perdition is venerum propinare."
The man twisted his body in what seemed to be an expression of pure, horrible pain. He emitted what was close to painful screams and moaning.
"Fine, I'll tell you." Sam paused when he heard those words. "His family is not really loved by us demons. The order is to… do bad things to them. And then kill them."
Samuel didn't even care.
"Vade Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanas salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contumisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt."
"If you do this, Sammy, your little girlfriend will be next."
"What did you just say?"
"You heard me", said the demon, in pain. "We will cut that little throat of hers."
"If you touch her, any of you, I will personally go down to hell and rip your lungs out of your chest; or something equivalent."
The demon laughed.
"Ab insidiis diabolic, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias liberate servire te rogamus, audi nos. Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humuliare digreris, te rogamus, audi nos."
The black smoke was floating around the man's body, inside the trap.
"Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo. Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem et fortitudinem plebe Suae. Benedictus deus, Gloria Patri."
And it was gone.
At that moment, Dean opened the door and got in the motel room. He saw the unconscious body sitting in the wooden chair.
"What did they want, do you know?"
"Yeah. He said they were having fun and they had orders to send a message to this one's family."
"Who's his family?"
"Demon didn't say." Answered Sam, with something else on his mind.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
The man woke up while Dean and Sam were driving him to the Hospital. H looked around, still dazed, breathing deeply, preparing to speak.
"Is it gone? Thank God." He whispered.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes… Just some broken bones, probably."
He seemed to be handling it fine, maybe this wasn't the first time he was possessed or maybe he had seen other people in that state before.
"He said that he had a message to your family…"
"Yes. I'll warn them. Besides, they are smart, they won't let any demons near them."
"Who's your family?"
"Can't say." He stayed in silence for a while. "Damn it, I just took the bracelet of for one lousy minute."
Dean asked: "Bracelet?"
"Anti-possession."
Sam smiled. Dean spoke:
"You should get that tattooed next time."
The man laughed, with difficulty because all his body was sore: his dad told him that every Christmas, when all the family got together to celebrate Jesus' birth.
5 minutes after they were at the hospital. Sam helped him get to the emergency wing. He seemed to have dislocated his shoulder and his left hand appeared to be broken. He would safe there and the someone would take care of him. Right when Sam was about to leave him alone to handle with all explanations and etc., the man looked at him and called him. Sam recognized the look on his face, his eyes were familiar, golden, like a yellow autumn's leave, a very light shade of brown.
"Sam? Tell her to never take it off."