Chapter Sixteen
Phew! Finally! This one took a while 'cause I had to drive four hours just for an emissions test that isn't offered anywhere near me. Which is so stupid!
Anyway, here ya go!
On tonight's episode of Fighting Down Memory Lane, there is danger, drama and demons! Oh, my! Tune in and watch Priestly try to save his friends and family!
"Alright, new rule," said Sam as Priestly stood up from the sulfur spot on the carpet. "From now on, no more splitting up."
"Not arguing with ya there," Priestly agreed. "Okay, civilian goes missing, you work the case. What's the rule book say on what to do when a hunter goes missing?"
"Start looking for monsters who want revenge," said Sam, flipping through John's journal.
"Which means past cases," reasoned Priestly.
"Bingo," said Sam. "Now, I can only think of a few demons that it could be. A demon who worked with daevas—shadow demons—that we exorcized and then came back to possess me, a demon Dad tortured for info on you, and, of course—"
"Whoa, wait, Dad tortured a demon to try to find me?" asked Priestly.
"Yeah," said Sam, looking up from the journal.
"I take it, it didn't work," said Priestly.
Sam shrugged. "They're demons. Not really forthcoming with information." He went back to scanning the journal. "Besides, I think they enjoyed the idea of us not finding you a little too much."
Priestly scoffed, looking back down at the sulfur. "Figures." He looked back up at Sam. "What was behind door number three?"
Sam looked up at him again. "What?"
"You were about to name a third demon," Priestly reminded him. "And—let me guess—the demon that killed Mom."
Sam nodded. "If I had to, I'd put my money on one of the last two. I can't see Meg going through all this trouble, not after last time."
"Meg?" asked Priestly.
"The demon that possessed me," Sam explained.
Priestly stared at him for a moment. "Let me get this straight. You had a girl inside you?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Shut up."
Priestly laughed. "That's pretty naughty."
Sam chuckled a little. "Sure didn't feel like it."
"Okay, then, do we have any leads on either of the other two?"
Sam flipped through a few more pages of the journal before dropping it on the table in frustration. "Nothing." He sighed as he put his hands on his hips. "Okay, um…you put together all the ingredients for one of those locator spells. They've probably warded against something like that, but it doesn't hurt to try."
"Alright, what about you?" asked Priestly.
"I'm gonna call Bobby," said Sam, pulling out his phone, "see if he has anything that can—"
Sam's hand shot to his head as he dropped his phone, yelling as his head flew back. As Sam dropped back onto the floor, Priestly rushed over to him, kneeling on the floor.
"Sam!" Priestly yelled, grabbing hold of Sam's arms. "Sammy!"
Sam's face was scrunched up in pain as he groaned. His eyes were wide open, staring up at the ceiling.
Priestly pulled his brother into his arms, holding onto him. "Sam!" He stared down at Sam, waiting for him to snap out of it.
Sam suddenly closed his eyes tight and flung them open again, staring up at Priestly. "Dean?"
"Yeah, I'm here," Priestly reassured him. "You okay?"
Sam nodded as he rubbed at his forehead and sat up, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I think so."
"Good," said Priestly. "Now, what the hell was that?"
Sam frowned at him. "What do you think it was? A vision."
"No, duh, Sherlock, but that came out of left field," said Priestly. "What did you see?"
"Dad," said Sam. "I saw Dad."
"Is he okay?" asked Priestly worriedly.
"I don't know," muttered Sam, seemingly trying to sort through what he had seen.
"You don't know?" frowned Priestly, his voice rising. "What kind of answer is that, Sam? Either he is or he isn't!"
"He's possessed, Dean!" Sam told him.
Priestly stared at him in shock. "He's what?"
"He's possessed by the demon that did all this," Sam told him. "And if we're not careful, eh could die before this is over."
"So, what do we do?" asked Priestly.
Sam smiled up at him. "I got a plan."
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Tish watched as John dragged Trucker into the cell, looking pretty banged up. "Trucker!" She rushed to him as he collapsed to his knees.
John slammed the cage door shut, smirking in at him all. "Consider yourself lucky, old man. I could've killed you." His eyes turned yellow.
"You almost did," Tish spat at him.
"Key word: almost," said the demon. "He'll live." He turned back to the door of the room. "You all be good now, ya hear?" He left, slamming the door closed behind him.
"Trucker, are you okay?" Piper asked.
Trucker nodded weakly. "Don't worry, angel. I'll be fine."
"The demon was possessing John the whole time?" asked Jen.
"No," said Trucker, shaking his head. "It was me."
"What?" asked Jen.
"It jumped me at the bachelor party," Trucker told them. "It planned this whole thing."
"That was him in the dressing room?" asked Jen.
Trucker nodded. "Tricky little bastard, isn't he? He pretended to escape just so he could get to John and the boys. Fortunately, John figured him out before calling them."
"He had yellow eyes," said Piper. "You saw that, right? He had yellow eyes. That was…"
"The demon that killed Priestly's mother, yeah," said Trucker. "I can only thank God Zo went home sick."
"Okay, hold on," said Noah. "Am I the only one who's completely lost here?"
"You're not the only one," said Jeff. "What is going on here?"
Tish hesitated and then sighed. "Priestly and his family are not F.B.I. They're hunters."
"Hunters?" asked Noah. "Of what?"
"The supernatural," said Piper.
"Supernatural?" asked Jeff.
Tish nodded. "All things dark, fanged and ghostly. Everything your worst nightmares and most famous urban legends are made of."
"You can't be serious," said Jeff.
"All evidence of guys with black and yellow eyes that transported us all in the blink of an eye notwithstanding," Jen pointed out.
"Let me guess: you just figured that they knocked us out," smiled Tish.
"Naturally," nodded Noah.
"Sam says that most civilians rationalize what they see rather than accepting it as something paranormal," said Piper.
"So, how did Priestly and his family become hunters?" asked Julia.
They all looked over at her, surprised by her calm understanding.
Tish smiled, trying to recall the full story John and Sam had told them. "It is one heck of a story."
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Sam pulled the Impala to a stop at the corner of the warehouse district.
Priestly stared at the textile mill they had found the decoy demon in earlier. "Here?"
Sam nodded, pointing at the abandoned cinema across from the mill. "There. That's the building I saw. They're in there."
Priestly looked at Sam and then backed at the cinema, glancing between it and the mill with a clenched jaw. "They were right there the whole time?"
"Apparently," said Sam, turning off the engine.
"They are so dead," Priestly grumbled.
"You know how many times you've said that now?" Sam told him.
"Well, this time, I really, really, really mean it," said Priestly.
Sam looked over at him. "You ready?"
Priestly nodded. "Let's suit up." He got out of the Impala with Sam and headed back to the trunk.
Sam unlocked the trunk, flipping the lid up and propping the weapons cache open. They each loaded up on flasks of holy water, small tins of salt, and shotguns loaded with salt rounds and iron rounds.
"Okay," said Sam as he closed the trunk, "you know what to do?"
Priestly slid a second salt round into the barrel of the shotgun, pumping the action on it and giving Sam a smirk. "Do you?"
"Good luck," said Sam, heading around to the back of the cinema.
"You, too," said Priestly, sneaking up to the front.
Priestly made it through the front door and through the lobby without incident, but just as he got down the hallway a little, a man stepped into the hallway, spotted Priestly and turned his eyes black.
"Bring it on, Chuckles," growled Priestly.
The demon charged towards him, and Priestly raised the shotgun, nailing him in the chest with a spray of salt. The demon hit the floor, groaning in pain. The sound of the shot echoed through the building. Priestly rushed over to the fallen demon, holding the flask of holy water over him at the ready.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," Priestly began reciting as the demon began to thrash on the floor, "omnis satanica postestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii—"
The demon lashed out at Priestly, grabbing onto his leg and pulling it out from under him. Priestly hit the floor hard, jarring his ribs and almost knocking the wind out of him. Prieslty flung the flask at the demon, who yelled in pain at the holy water hitting him. Priestly turned over onto his knees, ramming the shotgun down on the demon's chest to pin him.
"Omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica," Priestly continued. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
The man's mouth flew open, and the demon came flying out in a ferocious cloud of black smoke. As the smoke soared out of the room, Priestly checked the man's pulse, finding nothing. A door banged open further down the hall, and Priestly looked up to see that the yells and shots had brought five demons running.
"Aw, crap…" Priestly muttered, readying his shotgun.
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Tish looked up when she heard the door open, watching as John walked in, leaving the door open. John—possessed by the Yellow-Eyed Demon—walked up to the cell, wrapping his hands around the bars.
"Well, well, well…" said Yellow-Eyes, looking directly at Tish, "seems you do have a knight in shining armor."
Priestly… Tish thought, perking up in relief.
"He's creating havoc upstairs as we speak," said Yellow-Eyes. "You know, I find it amazing that someone with no memory of being a hunter—and some of the worst fashion sense I've ever seen—can hold his own so well. But, he does have amnesia, after all…Maybe that's why he didn't last very long." He turned away from the cell, looking towards the doors.
Two demons dragged in a beaten, slightly bloodied Priestly.
"Priestly!" exclaimed Tish, rushing to the bars.
The demons dropped him in front of Yellow-Eyes. Priestly collapsed to his knees, groaning in pain. He had a few bloody tears in his jacket and jeans and some bloody cuts and bruises on his face.
"Go keep a lookout for the other one," Yellow-Eyes told them. "He won't be too far behind."
The two demons turned and left the room. Priestly looked up into the cell, staring at Tish through a black eye. Yellow-Eyes suddenly grabbed the front of Priestly's jacket and pulled him up onto his feet, pushing him up against the bars.
"Well, Dean," said Yellow-Eyes, "even with amnesia, I expected more from you. Charging into command central with no back-up? That's a pretty stupid move."
"Well, you know me," shrugged Priestly. "I love a party."
Yellow-Eyes chuckled. "Yes, you do, don't you? You threw such a great one three nights ago."
Priestly frowned at him.
"That's right," said Yellow-Eyes. "I was there. Why do you think Trucker was gone so long getting those drinks?"
Priestly's eyes widened, and he turned his head to glance over at Trucker, who nodded at him. He looked back at the demon. "So, it's you, isn't it?"
Yellow-Eyes smirked at him. "It's me."
"You killed our mother," Priestly growled at him.
Yellow-Eyes shrugged. "What can I say? She got in the way."
Priestly frowned. "In the way of what?"
"Like I'm gonna tell you," said Yellow-Eyes. "You don't even have all your marbles."
"I have amnesia," Priestly told him. "I'm not insane."
"Oh, I don't know about that," said Yellow-Eyes. "Charging in here half-cocked seems pretty crazy. Did you really think you could just get in here without getting caught?"
Tish watched as Sam snuck in through the door behind the demon. He looked at them and held a finger to his lips, telling them to be quiet. Tish moved her gaze away from Sam and back to the demon in case he looked at her. She could only hope the others did the same.
Priestly suddenly smirked as Sam aimed a shotgun at the demon. "Actually…we were counting on it."
Yellow-Eyes narrowed his eyes at Priestly's confident grin before grinning himself. "Now, that's the Dean Winchester I know. Always got a plan up your sleeve."
Tish held her breath in anticipation as Sam crept closer, readying for the right moment to take the shot. Yellow-Eyes suddenly reached back with the hand not holding Priestly and grabbed the barrel of the shotgun, shoving it back into Sam's face. Sam reeled back, falling back onto the floor in the doorway and groaning in pain.
Yellow-Eyes looked back at Priestly, holding the shotgun next to him. "Too bad it didn't work."
Priestly suddenly brought his head forward, smacking it against the demon's. Yellow-Eyes let go of both Priestly and the shotgun in surprise. Priestly had grabbed the gun as the demon had let it go, and he brought the butt of the gun up into the demon's face. Yellow-Eyes staggered back a little, and Priestly turned the shotgun around to shoot him.
Yellow-Eyes kicked Priestly in the gut, and Priestly doubled over. Priestly dropped the gun as the demon hit him across the face. Tish glanced over to see Sam easing himself up onto the elbows, holding a hand to his head. Yellow-Eyes grabbed hold of Priestly's throat, leaning towards him. Priestly grabbed at the hand around his throat.
"You just got on my last nerve," Yellow-Eyes growled at him.
Tish watched in horror as Yellow-Eyes threw Priestly across the room with all his might, Priestly's head making a sickening thud sound when it connected with the concrete wall.
"No!" screamed Tish as Sam echoed her.
I know, short, but I just had to end it there.