Chapter 2: Hunting Season
Bobby cannot believe the information that Sam and Dean have shared with him over the phone. To know that Azazel is back is the worse feeling in the world to them, mostly because he was the vital reason for why the Winchesters were even a part of the war. Who can really say that Sam and Dean wouldn't be caught up in the hardships of the supernatural if Azazel never came for Sam when he was only a infant. If Mary Winchester had never consented to Azazel's deed with baby Sammy in the beginning of it all. Who can genuinely conclude that her sons would be living normal lives as she had always planned for them? The last thing Mary wanted for her boys was for them to be dead right in the middle of all of the conflict and she thought her agreement with Azazel would prevent that from happening; she was clueless of what her sons' lives would become. The promise was that when he was to come for baby Sam that she would not interfere with what he had destined for the child. Mary went against that and faced the consequences for her actions. Azazel raised hell on Mary pinning her like a dart onto the ceiling, igniting her flesh above poor baby Sam, and from then on the boys' father, John Winchester, knew what he had to do to protect them. To get them ready for the fight just around the corner, he trained the boys like they were in the army, and they were his soldiers, not his sons. He was not their father anymore, but he was their general, and every single day Sam and Dean were at war. The normal life Mary wanted was gone forever and it became the Winchesters sworn oath to hunt the supernatural, just as there mother did, and as John did. No matter what they defeat Sam and Dean will always be the magnets of disaster and there is nothing they can do about it, but fight. Now they must defeat the one responsible for their involvement once again. They must find an alternative in taking down Azazel, this time for good, but until then the struggles are only at its highest capacity for the Winchester brothers.
Sam and Dean hop into the Impala and hit the road to Bobby's house in South Dakota. When they arrive Sam knocks on the door and Bobby answers. He invites them in and greets them with a couple of ice cold beers to start the visit off in the right direction. After all the hunt for Azazel really has not begun yet so a few drinks should not be too bad.
"Well boys, looks like we have to find a way to put this damn demon back in his hell hole, unless we can find another way to kill it." Says Bobby. He gulps down portions of his beer. "You boys got em once, won't say it's gonna be easier this time. Especially if the damn thing now has the power to open the gates of hell. Releasing all those demons out and what not, there's no telling what kind of bad mamma jammas have been released this time. To tell you the truth I'm scared shitless boys."
"Yeah. We know Bobby, we've been thinking of ways to take this thing out again, but there is no better way to do it than the with the aid of the Colt." Says Sam.
"We gotta find, or make more bullets or somethin. Put this sonuvabitch back for good this time." Said Dean.
"Dean, you know better than I do when I say that there is no damn way to get anymore bullets for the Colt. We just can't rely on it this time. I wish it weren't that way, but the truth to the matter is that we used up all of those shells carelessly when we should have saved a few just in case Azazel decided to show his ugly ass face again." Bobby answers back wishing that he could rewind the clock and go back in time to do things more differently. Go back to a moment in which they wasted a bullet to the Colt when they could have easily saved that shot for later.
"I know we'd all do anything to have even a shot left, but the case is just that we don't so we need to think of another route to take this time Bobby. Dean we need to do some heavy duty research, then just maybe we can kill him again. There has to be another way Dean. There has to be Bobby. "We'll figure something out, we always do. Right? We have this." He continues on glaring Dean and Bobby clear in the eyes with all of the optimism in the world. "We just do what we do best and hunt these new demons. We have to figure another way to stop this damn thing for good. We'll find a way."
"Yeah we'll find somethin, but when I think back on it, I should have released an entire damn clip on his demon ass, because then we wouldn't have to worry about this shit anymore." Dean replies and he downs the rest of his beer in one large gulp, looking ready for seconds, but concludes not to.
Dean becomes tired of sitting around already and doing nothing really to solve their problems. In fact the only way he realizes that they can figure something out is to go out and hunt first, then something would cross their minds sooner or later. If not Castiel would meet up with them again and he'll figure out something to do. Angels always have their way with instances like that, maybe he could give them some Angelic weapon that could take down Azazel. Whatever can be done will take time and Sam and Dean need to handle the problem patiently and not be too hasty to rush into things that could otherwise get them killed again.
"Well we won't get anywhere sitting here drinking beers all day, so lets hit the road Sammy." Says Dean as he retires drinking his beer and flees his seat. "I'm ready to hunt these damn demons already, no matter if I'm tipsy. It's been awhile since we roshambo'd, I think I actually kinda miss hunting em." He says in sarcasm with a smirk and chuckles slightly.
"Yeah, we better get going Bobby, Dean's actually right for a chance." Sam cracks up as he eyes at Dean who gives him a slight stink eye. "There won't be future moments like these ones." He continues his chuckling.
"You're right about that one Sam, after all you did inherit all of the brains in the family." Bobby goes along with the joke that reduces Dean's facial expressions drastically.
"Ah, shut up! This is coming from a nerd and a old man whose gonna be hunting in diapers soon." Dean returns his own laugh, defeating the smile off Sam's face. Bobby's lips drop as well.
"Anyways, nice seeing you Bobby, and expect a call when we find any leads." Says Sam. He gathers himself out of his seat and begins to charge for the door.
"Be careful Bobby. A lot of sonuvabitches creeping around out there ready to take over bodies." Dean says as he too begins to retreat from Bobby's home.
"Wait Dean. Sam." Bobby shouts.
The Winchesters sneak right back in side to retrieve what Bobby has to tell them. They feel as though what he will speak of is very important. "It's not me who you should sincerely be worrying about. Just imagine how pissed off this demon is, and now we find out that the bastard had the ability to open up hell with just enough time to let his little friends out to go play with the world. I know he was the king of hell when Lucifer was missing awhile back, but even for him this is above his rank. Don't you think? He actually opened the demon portal this time and ripped open the gate with his bare hands."
"Dean, he's right. He has to be at least twice as stronger than before. I mean, look, he never could open up the gates of hell before. It takes someone much powerful to have that in their arsenal. So it makes perfect sense." Sam answers as he is half way out of the door already. Ready to begin the hunt for Azazel and get the true revenge he desires.
"I was thinking the same Bobby, Sam, but I just didn't want to admit that he's going to be twice the pain in the ass this time in the fight. But anyways, take care Bobby."
"I will and promise me you boys will be careful and keep in contact, and as soon as you find any leads on any demons, remember that I'm only a call away. You need my help and I'll be there faster than the devil can tell a lie."
Sam and Dean say their goodbyes and shoot out of Bobby's home and hop into the Impala. The two hit the road and retreat from South Dakota in search for where they should begin. Dean guns the Impala like a madman brought back to life from out of hell who does not care about the rules and regulations of the law or the road. There is no longer any room or space for feelings at the moment, because now is the time to release the beasts that rest inside of them both. Sam and Dean must join the fight stronger than ever and they must exit it in the same manner, but Sam disagrees as usual, and he confronts Dean about it because that is how well he knows his brother.
"Dean can you promise me something?" Sam asks his brother as he glances over to the driver's side of the Impala.
"Yeah, what Sam?"
"If there is the slightest chance of saving any of the people that I saw the demons take over, can you promise that we will do everything in our power to save them. No matter the slightest reason we don't just walk in on people shooting first and asking questions later alright?"
"You do realize that there will be more demons aching to eat us alive now Sammy, don't you? We can't just go around saving every person we find who happens to be infected by these evil sonuvabitches. It's only gonna lessen our opportunity in saving more people, because if we die being careless, and too sensitive about the situation, then these demons will make shish kabobs with our heads Sammy."
"Dean, I saw numerous children losing control of themselves, we will never hurt innocent children Dean, and we'll find a way to force the demon out."
"Sam I cannot vow to that, since we have no Colt with us for the extra security that we need. Without the liability of the damn gun it's too damn risky to not go in guns a' blazing and not shoot first."
"Dean! Do you understand the meaning that children are infected as well? You're always so selfish when it comes down to these demons. If we can save the lives of innocent youthful children, then maybe it's worth us dying. It's absolutely worth it!"
Dean is beginning to get a little too overly annoyed from Sam and his actions that he smashes his toe on the brakes and pulls off to the side of the road. He glares at Sammy with fireballs in his eyes. Steam may as well fume from his ears and nose like the bulls in the cartoons on television.
Sam stares right back at Dean with his own fury as though he would love to punch him right in the face at the moment. "Dean what's wrong with you? You're actually fighting against me because I'm trying to do what is right!"
"What you want to do is sacrifice our lives before we even begin the damn fight Sammy!" Dean puts the gear of the car in park still heavily concentrating on Sam.
"You do whatever you want then Dean, because when the time comes I'm going to do whatever it takes to stop you and save lives. That's what is destined for us Dean, you should be intelligent enough to understand the gift that we have, not everyone is cut out for this life, and not everyone has the opportunity to save lives like we do. We genuinely make a difference and you really want to go and negate that? Come on Dean."
"Okay! Lets say that I do what you ask, but when it gets to dangerous there's not gonna be much talking anymore Sam, because I'm shooting first when it counts!"
"Alright! All I'm asking is that you give it a slight chance, we can save a lot of people here Dean, but when those times come, and I know they will, we will shoot first."
"Sounds good then. Just keep my end of the bargain too Sam, I'm not trying to die again, and I sure in hell don't wanna lose you again. I don't know what I'd do if it were to repeat itself."
The two begin to calm down a bit and reconsider what their actions will be when demons come face to face with them.
"Yeah okay Dean I understand and good that you get were I'm coming from too. I'm sorry though. I just know that there's a storm of demons, which means there's an ocean of people whose lives are in jeopardy, and if we can't save all of them we can save some of them. I'm not trying to get us killed, of course not. I just want to not go in killing anything demon infested when there are other solutions to the problem. If we can save them then we will, but if it becomes to the point where it is too dangerous, and our lives are put too much under pressure, then we will always kill first."
"It's fine Sam, my bad as well. It's not that I don't want to save any lives, especially since the people out there are afraid because they really don't understand what has happened, and question why they can no longer pilot their own bodies anymore. Just that we need to be alive to kill Azazel, and we cannot do that with our feelings above us. This war is gonna be like no other we have ever seen and I know these damn demons have something new up their sleeves, it's not just going to be Azazel who has a few new bags of tricks. Think about the other demons who we've sent back as well, the one's who we should have killed, but we didn't. Sammy, it's hunting season, we're at the top of the list, and feelings will only weaken us in the fight." He replies as his stages of rage suddenly disappears completely and so does Sam's. The two recover from the battle of the siblings and the Impala makes its return to the road. Dean explodes across the streets and the two go off through the night ready to avenge their family and begin the first few steps needed to save the universe.