Thirteen
All LeSalle could see was the night he'd met the possessed man before him. The air had been cool just as it was now and the breeze had been ever so slight. The stars had twinkled like tiny lighting bugs in the night sky and there had been a ghost on the loose similar to their situation now.
LeSalle had barely registered the sight of the man next to him before he'd hit the gravestone with a deafening crack. The man had definitely broken something if not sprained it. LeSalle had jumped into action, using the man's current state (he was passing out) as an opportunity to whisper an enchantment and put the bitch of a ghost away in the afterlife where she belonged. LeSalle sprinted over to the other hunter who'd lost his gun in the battle. It was lying nearby in the dewy grass. LeSalle carefully rolled him over onto his back and inspected him.
LeSalle had to admit he was gorgeous, but that was beside the point. He gingerly touched the small cut on the hunter's freckle laden cheek and wiped it clean as the blood ran down his chin. The hunter groaned and LeSalle took a step back.
"What happened?" he asked, still dazed from the blow.
"You got thrown into a tombstone ya idiot." LeSalle chuckled.
That had been the defining moment in the beginning of what would become their relationship.
This was not the man he'd dated before him. This was Eve wreaking havoc on the inside of Drew's body and his mind. LeSalle could only imagine how she was poisoning his thoughts. Drew's eyes weren't even his own, they were cold and emotionless. Well, there was only one emotion, evil.
"He can't hear you," Eve said, his smirk growing wider. "So don't bother trying to talk to him. Your precious boy will be long gone by the time I'm done with this body and this town."
"You let him go or else." LeSalle glared and white hot anger shot through him.
"Or else what," Eve asked. "You'll use those wizard powers on me Harry Potter? I don't think so. I think you are your friends need to just stop."
She snapped her fingers and the hunters were left completely helpless. Their legs were frozen and they were only able to move the upper half of their bodies. Dean grunted and struggled against Eve's spell, but found it was useless. Sam shot a glare her way. Delilah was furious. Amber was hiding, but looking at LeSalle, waiting for his move. And Deacon was fighting back hard.
"You let my town go," he yelled. "And you let them go!"
"Why Deacon Barnes," Eve went over to him and rubbed under his chin with one finger, making him look into her eyes. "Is that any way to talk to a lady? Didn't you mama raise you as a good Christian boy?"
"Yeah she did," Deacon clenched his teeth, trying to look away from her. "And now I've seen everything from sinners to Hell."
"Oh buddy you ain't seen nothing yet," Dean thought. "I'm about to live it once this whole mess is over."
"Let me get this straight, you're about to die," Eve retorted. "And you still don't like or trust one of the only men left to save you all? That's not very Christian of you."
"Oh and what would you know about being Christian?" Sam yelled.
"Sammy Winchester," Eve smirked. "I could kiss you. Just not in this body. I think it would make your new friend mad, but still I can't believe I'm meeting the prodigal son ahead of time."
"Prodigal son," Dean asked. "Sammy what's she talking about?"
"Is it making you stronger Sam?" she asked, circling around him as if he were her prey. "You've been without it so long though I can tell you're jonesing for it."
Sam was trying hard not to think about the demon blood. His veins ached for it. He longed for the taste of it hot and thick running down his throat. He was practically about to slice open the vein of the body Eve possessed and drink hers, but he restrained himself. He didn't need Dean knowing. Dean was staring at him and waiting for an explanation, but Sam kept his mouth shut and Eve only chuckled in response to their exchange.
"Salle," Amber whispered from behind a nearby long since empty dumpster. "Get over here while she's not lookin'."
LeSalle ducked behind the dumpster and met on the ground with Amber. She was almost irate at him.
"You told me to hold out," she said in a harsh whisper. "You told me to wait to use our powers. Well now that bitch has everyone, but us in her clutches and I say we need to act now! There's nothing stopping us, nothing but you."
LeSalle swallowed hard. He couldn't defend his actions or his thoughts. It was true. He was the only thing holding them back from using their powers. For years he'd only dabbled in the art of Dark Magic. He'd only used it for good such as locating hunts and gathering information amongst the restless spirits who haunted New Orleans and saw everything that went on. He'd never once used it in such a mass quantity (though he had the ability) and he'd never once used it in front of his family.
"You've always been so afraid of becoming something they'd hunt," Amber chastised him. "But they'll never hunt another damn thing again if we don't save them now, stop being so afraid of being the villain of this story when you can easily be the hero. Do it for your damn family if not for me."
She stood up and LeSalle paused a moment before taking her extended hand and allowing her to help him up from the ground. He dusted off his pants and let out a sigh. All of his life his father had told him they were different. They were like shadows in blackest night, holding onto the grips of humanity and praying they'd never succumb to the Dark Arts entirely like so many before them did. The night his father died came to mind very quickly and LeSalle pictured the flames rising up from the roof of his family home. Flames Deacon's family had caused, it was then he'd deemed himself a monster which hunters would love to hunt down and kill.
But Amber was right; this was his family he needed to save. They were out there possessed and tied up by invisible binds. Sam and Dean too, his newly made friends, even Deacon. They all needed his help and it was time he sucked it up and finally did what he was made to do. Spells and magic.
"Well Hermione," LeSalle gave Amber a little wink. "You ready to kick ass and take names?"
"That's the Salle I know," Amber smirked. "You remember those spells I taught you right?"
"Couldn't ever forget em if I tried." LeSalle clenched his fists after sheathing his knife and dug down deep inside of him for the power he'd stored away forever. His eyes flashed before turning to a sort of purple haze, complimenting Amber's fiery red haze. The pair gave each other one last look before jumping out and showing themselves.
"Is this the best you got?" Amber called out and Eve looked over at them. "Bring it bitch!"
Eve laughed and suddenly all of the ghosts were on everyone faster than the blink of an eye. The hunters were helpless to stop them being immobilized from the waist down. LeSalle could see their scared faces and for a moment he hesitated and his stomach almost flipped at what he was about to do. Then he saw Drew's face, his innocent harmless face being used by an evil tyrant and he saw Delilah helplessly warding off ghosts as best she could, but tiring quickly. And he snapped hard. He gave Amber a determined look before muttering an incantation under his breath. The ghosts turned their attention towards the Witch and the Warlock as they chanted the same spell and their powers started to arise.
LeSalle focused his energy on the portal. If he could shut it down somehow, he could stop the spirit invasion and hopefully Eve. He signaled to Amber to focus her efforts on the spirits and she got the message loud and clear for she started another incantation and the spirits starting fizzling in and out, making it easier for their friends to dissipate them with their weapons. LeSalle stepped away from her line of fire and stared to make his way towards the portal.
"Oh no," Eve said. The voice came out sort of like Drew's, as if he were trying to escape her inside of his own body. LeSalle was thrown off for a split second at the sound of his lover. "Not tonight mister!"
Eve lifted Drew's knife above LeSalle's head and LeSalle caught Drew's wrist before it could down on him. He tightened his hold and focused his energy once again. He was trying so hard not to crack. Eve had pulled the right card, if there was anyone he couldn't stand hurting more than Delilah or Loretta it was Drew Tanner.
"I'm so sorry Drewby." he said, his voice cracking ever so slightly as he twisted Drew's wrist until it broke. Eve cried out and dropped the knife. It landed with a thud on the ground. Eve hunched over cradling Drew's broken wrist in his other hand and glaring at LeSalle as he continued over towards the portal. He focused his energy on the energy of the portal and started the spell before Eve tackled him, sending him towards the ground with a loud thud. He groaned and watched as Eve once again tried to take him out.
"Dean!" LeSalle called out. "Shoot her in the leg!"
"What?!" Dean was shocked LeSalle would even risk Drew's body being harmed.
"Ya heard me," LeSalle exclaimed. "Shoot her in the leg!"
Dean swallowed hard and aimed, shooting Drew's leg below the kneecap in a spot where once not possessed he'd heal and be able to still walk. Eve winced and cried out again, distracted by the gunshot. LeSalle kicked her off of him and stood up fast. His eyes flashing bright purple.
"You think ya can just waltz into my town and fuck things up," LeSalle would've practically been baring his teeth at her like a mad dog if possible. "Ya also think ya can possess my boyfriend and mess with my family and get away with it! Well I don't think you're welcome here anymore!"
Eve recoiled a bit at the sight of LeSalle's eyes and the other hunters stared in shock. Delilah swallowed the fear she felt due to her oldest friend and Dean resisted the urge to take out his gun and shoot as he'd always been taught. Amber kept the ghosts at bay, constantly banishing them before they even had a chance to hurt anyone. LeSalle summoned the power he'd kept at bay for so long for he was irate. Even though he knew Drew was under the control of someone else he could see the absolute terror in his eyes and that made an ache appear in his heart.
"And you think you can beat me puny little Warlock," Eve laughed loudly. "I've been around longer than you and I'd like to see you try!"
"With pleasure M'aam." LeSalle smirked, his eyes flashing with light as he focused his hands towards the portal and used his mind to allow his powers to shoot forward and hit it straight on. The ghosts cried out in agony and Eve was shocked beyond belief. She shielded her eyes as the power from the portal shot out and threw her host body against the nearby tree so hard she almost blacked out. The others were still stuck in place, but braced their bodies and covered their eyes when the blast hit. Amber ducked and covered and the whole area was filled with this brilliant purple light before like that it was over and the portal was destroyed.
Once it was over the hunters uncovered their eyes and stared in amazement. Though every leaf had been removed from every tree and the wind had stopped as fast as it had begun the portal was gone and the ghosts were already beginning to vanish peacefully into the after world. LeSalle fell to his knees, nose bleeding and head aching, but tiredly smiling. The job was done and he felt victorious in more ways than he could've ever imagined. He turned his head towards Eve in Drew's host body which was lying motionless at the foot of the tree.
"Like I said with pleasure you fucking bitch." The blood dripped over LeSalle's lips as he smirked with a toothy grin.
"This isn't over Winchesters," she turned her attention towards Sam and Dean. "I'll see you again soon."
She exited Drew's body in the same fashion all demons did and left his head limp by his arm before he started to wake up and feel all of the pain that had been inflicted upon him. He winced and let out what almost sounded like the squeal of an injured puppy as he tried to move his body to see LeSalle. LeSalle quickly made his way over to Drew instead, turning him over into a more comfortable position. Drew, dazed, looked up at LeSalle.
"Sallie," his voice was rough. "What'd ya do?"
"I stopped that harlot," he gave Drew a hopeful smile as he moved his bangs from going in his eyes. "She took over ya damn body. I got 'er out and stopped all those ghosts too. Wasn't easy that's for sure."
"W-Why am I bleeding," Drew was still in shock. "And my wrist..."
"I'm so sorry baby," LeSalle rarely used the pet name. "I'm gonna get ya home and we're gonna clean ya up and you're gonna be back to hunting in days I swear."
Drew leaned into LeSalle's warm body and closed his eyes. The other hunters were set free of the binding spell the moment Eve left and they all ran over to where the portal had been. Dean and Sam helped LeSalle lift Drew up and hold onto him. Deacon ran to Amber and hesitantly she took his hand and allowed him to help her up, skeptically tearing her hand away from his the moment she got to her feet. Delilah stared at LeSalle through all of the chaos and when his eyes met hers he saw not fear, but disappointment. His chest tightened and he looked away and back down at his boyfriend who was passed out in his arms.
"Let's go home," Delilah said. "We've got a long night ahead of us."
She started walking off towards the cars as the others followed close behind.
Reviews are appreciated!
LeSalle's secret revealed! To those he loves most too? How will they react?
What will happen between him and Deacon also? He kind of just saved Deacon's life after all.
More to come soon, there's probably going to be one more chapter. Or one more chapter and an epilogue. I haven't decided yet.