Sympathy for the Devil
Chapter Five
victorious1314
Warnings: See Chapter One
AU: Hey, Guys. Sorry I haven't updated in so long :( I was hospitalized but now I'm out. Thanks so much for the kind reviews on the last chapter :) They always make my day.
Sam Winchester's vision is completely black and all he can hear is a very high pitched ringing noise that seems to come from his own eardrums. Eventually he can make out some muffled, deep voices as his vision begins to clear. His arm's feel squeezed and uncomfortable but when he tries to move them, he finds that he cannot. He hears a less muffled voice say, "He's waking up, John."
Sam recognizes the voice as Bobby's and his eyes squint as a lightbulb from across the blurry room attacks his sensitive pupils. He groans when his vision finally clears, his hearing regained, and he sees that his dad, Bobby, and Dean, are all watching him with malice on their features. Memories assault Sam's mind and he bows his head in shame and frustration. How could he have been so stupid? How could he think he would actually be able to beat Lucifer? The Devil for crying out loud!
John glares at the monster possessing his youngest son and pulls a flask of holy water from his leather jacket pocket. He unscrews the cap and takes a step towards the demon.
"Who are you?" John finally asks, his voice low and dangerous. Sam looks up in alarm and furrows his brows at the question. Of course his family thinks he's possessed. They would never think Sam, innocent, book loving Sam, could be a monster. Sam jerks his head to the side to get some fallen brown hair out of his eyes and looks pleadingly at his father, "My name is Sam."
John sneers and splashes some holy water on the creature. It has no effect other then feel a tad uncomfortably warm on Sam's skin. John frowns and speedily blesses the water again before dunking some more of the substance on the thing's head. Again there is no effect. Dean tosses some salt on the demon wearing his little brother and waits for the screaming to begin. The room remains silent except for Sam's tired sigh.
"It's just me, guys." Sam stares down at the tight ropes binding him and tries to wiggle his fingers free, unsuccessfully. Dean shoots his father a panicked look, "I didn't see it smoke out!" he yells, clearly angry and confused. Bobby steps forward, past the baffled, older Winchesters. "Ok I'll bite," Bobby says, sarcasm thick in his voice, "Let's say you are Sam. What the hell is going on?"
Dean feels a lump form in his throat as Sam's shaky reply fills his ears, "I didn't want any of this to happen," Sam mutters miserably, "I was just doing what I was told, what I had to do."
John can hear his heart beating in his ears as he answers the frightened boy's words, "You mean Damon? The demon from the alley?" Dean takes a step closer towards his brother, feeling both the urge to comfort him and run away at the same time. Sam laughs hoarsely but his face is devoid of any amusement. Instead a pained grimace contorts his face. Sam's chuckle dies off, the end of it sounding more like a strained sob.
"Damon? He doesn't have anything to do with this. He was just a mere hiccup in the plan. He means nothing." Sam's voice is filled with a fury that makes all of the other men in the room's skin crawl. "I'm going to be in a lot of trouble," Sam says, his words laced with raw fear. John grabs a silver knife from his waistband and presses the blade against Sam's throat.
"You aren't my son." He bites out, his eyes blazing with rage. Dean yelps out, "Dad, stop!"
Bobby remains silent throughout the exchange, waiting for the creature to break and spill it's purpose for possessing Sam Winchester. Sam gulps, but otherwise remains unphased by the weapon cutting into the soft flesh of his throat.
"What. are. you?" John shouts into the thing's face. Sam meets his father's eyes, tears suddenly spilling down pink cheeks, "I really don't know anymore."
Horror settles on John's features and he backs away from what he now knows is his fifteen year old son, Sam. John could see in his eyes that he was telling the truth. John could see the pure terror and grief on Sam's face as clear as day when he looked into those hazel spheres. He sheaths his silver dagger and runs a hand over his face, finding it very difficult to breathe all of a sudden. Dean briefly meets his father's eyes and understands immediately what he just discovered. Dean had thought it was impossible for himself to feel more anxiety than just a few seconds ago, but when he looks back at his little brother, he is proved wrong.
"Sammy?" Dean asks fearfully. Sam meets his big brother's mortified gaze, "I'm so sorry, Dean. I know I should have told you. He wouldn't let me. I'm so sorry." Sam rambles nervously, hot tears dripping off his jaw and onto the ropes holding him down. John snaps back to reality at Sam's words, "Who told you, Sam?" he asks angrily. Who did this to his son?
A shudder runs through Sam's body as he struggles to answer his father's question and everyone in the room seems to collectively hold their breath. Sam's previously shaking voice is now clear and laced with unhinged fury as he says the one name that will change everything, "Lucifer."
Everyone's blood turns to ice at the single name spoken by the brown haired boy. John frowns deeply, "L-Lucifer?" he asks carefully, "Like the Devil, Lucifer?" Dean watches Sam flinch at the name that falls from his father's lips. Sam nods after a beat and Bobby, John, and Dean, exchange worried glances. "Lucifer isn't real, Sam." John assures the tied up, clearly insane boy.
"How would you know? He's been following me for years!" Sam shouts suddenly, obviously pissed at the looks they are all giving him. Bobby clears his throat and says softly, "How long have you been seeing Lucifer, Sam?"
Sam growls and shakes his head in disbelief, "Stop looking at me like I'm insane! I'm not insane, I'm telling the truth!"
Suddenly a loud crash is heard from outside and the smell of sulfur assaults everyone's noses. Bobby grabs a jug of holy water while John fills a sawed off shotgun with rocksalt. Dean begins untying Sam but stops at his father's voice, "Dean, leave him. He's safer inside the house for now. Whatever is out there can't come in because of the salt lines!" Dean hesitates but eventually steps away from his brother after they share a look of anxiety with each other. Bobby tosses Dean a shotgun loaded with rocksalt as well and they rush out of the front door, towards the smell and sound.
Standing there, under the orange afternoon sun, is a crowd of demons. Dean gives up counting after he reaches thirty and swears he can see his life flashing before his eyes. Bobby has never even heard of so many demons gathered on one place, his hands shaking as he tries to think of a strategy to gank them all. John looks hopelessly over at his eldest son and feels guilt squeeze at his heart, Dean is going to die because of him and his need for revenge. Mary would never forgive him.
A demon with blonde hair that reaches her waist speaks up finally, "We want the Boy King. He's become too strong, a menace to our kind. We know what happened in the warehouse with Damon and his followers." She pauses and bares her teeth, "We wont let the same thing happen to us." The other demons remain unmoving, their black eyes wide and deadly.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." John tries. The blonde demon scoffs and takes a step forwards, her pale, bony fingers curling into tight fists at her sides. "Just bring Samuel out and nobody needs to get hurt." She growls. Dean feels red-hot anger pulse through his veins and he yells, "No way in hell are we going to let you anywhere near, Sam!"
The blonde demon smiles darkly, "I was hoping you would say that."
Before she can take another steps towards them, Sam bursts out of the door. He immediately charges at the blonde demon and jumps on top of her, not hesitating as he bites into the skin of her neck. Her screams fill the air and another demon tries to tear Sam off of her. The other demon finds himself paralyzed by an unseen force and Dean, John, and Bobby watch in horror. Sam drains her body of blood quickly and presses his palm against her forehead once he breaks away. Her skin flashes with hellfire until it finally dies out, her eyes turn to normal, and she goes limp on the ground. Dead.
Sam wipes at the blood smeared around his mouth with the back of his hand and tilts his head in the direction of the paralyzed male demon, who spontaneously explodes. A spray of red mist coats everyone nearby and another demon beside Sam begins to try and smoke out of it's middle aged male vessel. Sam merely reaches up to the top of the smoke and pushes it back inside of the demon's body. His hands pushes against the demon's mouth and hellfire yet again flickers from under the demon's flesh until it dies out and collapses onto the ground.
All of this happened within ten seconds.
The other demons around Sam and the corpses, look at their future king with utter horror. No one speaks or even moves a muscle for several moments until Sam's clear voice pierces the air, "Anyone else?"
Dean feels his whole world shatter as he watches his baby brother, covered in blood, scare the living shit out of dozens of demons. John feels faint but doesn't loosen the grip he has on his shotgun.
A demon falls to it's knees suddenly and Sam watches, confused, as all of the other's follow. Clarity dawns upon the youngest of the Winchester boys as the demons place their hands flat on the ground and bow their heads in shame, fear, and newlyfound respect. "We apologize my lord," a shaking voice of one of the demons cries pitifully. Sam blinks a few times, not sure how to react. Finally he clears his throat and the demons look up at him, not quite meeting his eyes which are for sure pure white at this point.
"Leave, and don't ever come back," Sam says, his voice unwavering, "If I ever see any of you again, I wont hesitate to kill you." The demons shudder in unison and smoke out of their vessels immediately, never wanting to have to look into the terrifying eyes of the Boy King ever again. Several thumps follow their leave as the vessels they used flop to the ground. Sam waits for some of the recently possessed humans to stir and wake up but instead all of them stare off at nothing. Flies immediately beginning to swarm around them. They are all dead.
Sam grimaces and backs away from the mountain of corpses. He feels a gun jab into his lower back suddenly and his breath catches in his throat. "Back into the house. Now." Bobby's stern voice says from behind him. Sam obeys and lets Bobby push him back into the house, not daring to look up at his family's faces. They've seen everything. They will hate me. They do hate me.
Dean ties his younger brother back up with shaking hands. He briefly stops to pull up the sleeve of Sam's t-shirt to check on the wound from Damon's torture to find it completely healed. He frowns and feels his stomach twist inside of him. He ties him up with new rope, since the previous one seems to have turned to ash on the wooden floor. Sam's eyes follow John's pacing form with mild interest. His powers wanting to hurt, to destroy everything around him.
Suddenly Lucifer appears and Sam groans out loud. As if this situation couldn't have gotten any worse. Dean, John, and Bobby look at direction Sam is staring at and immediately pull their weapons on the tall blond boy. Sam gapes, "Y-You can see him?" He practically shouts. John ignores Sam's question and grits out, "Great, more surprises. Now, who the fuck are you?"
The blond boy smirks and chuckles as if this situation is amusing to him, "I'm the monster inside of your little boy's head. But you can just call me Lucifer."