Chapter 19


Sam was in a far off corner of his mind. He was in a swirling void, and all his senses seemed to have dulled. He knew he was dreaming, or about to.

Suddenly, the black void became white. The brightness stung his eyes, but as he looked around, he got the creeping suspicion that he wasn't alone.

"Sammy." Called a serpent like voice. Sam continued to look around, but the all brightness never darkened, never wavered. No one else was there with him. Physically.

"This is your fault." The voice accused.

Sam took in a sharp breath as he realized who the voice belonged to. The Yellow-Eyed Demon was now talking to him through his dreams.

"If you had let me fix you, that girl wouldn't have died!" It spat with an amused chuckle. "But you, being the little child that you are, decided to stay a werewolf! You had to let Big Brother Dean decide for you!"

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat, when he realized he couldn't talk back. He was now trying to block out the Demons words, but they only became louder.

"Aw What's the matter Sammy? Being a werewolf not as fun as you thought anymore? Come on, that's how most werewolves go through life. I thought I was doing you a favor!" The Demon mocked.

This only confirmed Sam's suspicions about the Demon messing with his mind. He felt only a small wave of relief, but it quickly turned to fear as he continued to listen to Azezel.

"Hmm," It cooed teasingly, "I wonder what you would do if Dean were out of the picture."

Sam opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. He was now trying desperately to wake up, but the Demons hold was too strong.

The Demon snickered, "I guess we'll find out soon enough, won't we Champ?"

xXx

"NO!" Sam cried as he sat bolt up on the couch. He was covered in a thick layer of sweat, and breathing hard. He noticed that Dean and Bobby were standing over him with concern on their faces.

"It's alright Sammy, it was just a dream." Dean soothed gently as he put a comforting hand on his brothers' shoulder.

"N-No." Sam stammered.

Dean looked Sam in the face warily, "What do you mean 'no'?"

"Azezel." Sam said simply as he swung his legs over the side of the couch.

"What about him?" Bobby asked cautiously.

Sam looked past Bobby and Dean to the open window, and saw that it was now daytime. How long had he slept? What time was it? It felt like he'd only been asleep for a few minutes.

Sam sighed, and then told Bobby and Dean about his dream. How they were right about the Demon rummaging through Sam's head. Dean visibly relaxed until Sam continued to tell him the rest.

"So he is gonna try to kill me?" Dean asked, sounding guarded.

Sam shrugged, "It seems like."

Bobby rubbed his chin as he took in all the information, "Well then, we'll just do what we've been doin'."

Dean chuckled dryly, "What's that?"

Bobby sighed, "Nothin'."

xXx

Later that day, Sam was relieved to find that whatever Azezel had done to him had worn off. He had felt the familiar hunger gnaw at his abdomen, and he immediately went for the raw meat in the fridge. It was settled as soon as the last of the meat was swallowed.

It angered Sam to think of it now. The Demon had used him for its own means of entertainment. But what now? What was it waiting for now? That question unnerved Sam deeply.

As he thought of Azezel, Sam also had a bad feeling. He knew something was going to happen; soon.

Now, Sam and Dean were in Bobby's library reading up on lycanthropy, and demonology. Dean kept eyeing Sam every time he shifted in his seat. Sam couldn't help but be annoyed; it was like the conversation on 'personal space' had never happened.

Dean took in a deep breath, "You alright?"

Sam rolled his eyes, and then put the lycanthropy book on his lap to look at his brother. "I'm fine Dean."

"You sure about that?" Dean prodded.

"Yes! I'm not gonna break or anything. Whatever the Demon did to me, it wore off." Sam said sounding annoyed.

"Fine. Sorry." Dean said in surrender as he turned his attention back to the text on his lap.

Sam inhaled deeply; now or never, "I just have…I dunno, this feeling."

Dean looked back up to his brother with concern clear on his face, "What kind of feeling? Like…indigestion bad, or Spidey-sense bad?"

Sam rolled his eyes again, "I think something's gonna happen Dean…soon."

"Spidey-sense bad." Dean confirmed aloud half jokingly.

"Drop the wisecracks! Azezel is gonna make his move, I know it." Sam barked angrily.

Dean nodded in understanding.

Just then, there was a frantic knock at the front door. Sam instinctively lifted his nose to the air to try and get a whiff of what was trying to lure them to them.

His insides immediately constricted with fear when he realized that he couldn't tell. It smelled strongly of meat, real strong. And something else, but the meat masked the other scent.

Bobby then came into the room with a curious look on his face. He looked over at Sam and Dean as if waiting for them to give him the seal of approval to answer his own front door.

Another feverish knock and Dean looked at his brother for the okay. Sam met his eyes with a nervous stare and whispered, "I can't tell!"

Bobby grabbed his shotgun from behind the coffee table and then cocked it. "That aint good." Bobby looked through the peephole, and then looked back at the boys. It looked human enough, but he knew from experience that, that didn't always mean that they were.

Bobby opened the door a crack, hiding the gun with one hand behind the slightly closed door, and Sam and Dean heard a fearful female voice. "P-Please! Help me! They're after me!"

"Who?" Bobby barked harshly.

"These people, these…monsters! I don't know, one looks like my mom but it isn't! She has black eyes!"

Dean and Sam got up from their seats, and dropped their books in separate piles. They walked over to Bobby and stood behind him defensively.

The girl had to have been in her early teen years. She was dark skinned and curvy with long black hair. As Sam had suspected, she was covered head to toe in blood and meat, almost like it had been placed there, it seemed almost too perfect.

That's when the scent became clear. A deep growl escaped his throat as clarity hit. Sulfur.

The girl looked at Sam with disbelief. "D-Did he just growl at me?"

"Yea…and?" Dean shot defensively.

"Demon." Sam accused venomously.

Bobby and Dean looked at Sam, and then back to the girl. She sighed visibly and then her bright brown eyes turned black.

"Way to go Lassie." She said cockily.

Bobby made a move to slam the door in her face when she held up her hand to halt them. "I wouldn't do that just yet if I were you."

"Yea?" Bobby demanded. "And why the hell not?"

"Because I come with a warning." She said with a teasing smile.

"Warning?" Dean questioned angrily.

"Yep," She replied, her smile never wavering. "Azezel says he's tired of waiting…he wants you to know that if you do not let him borrow Sam…for ten minutes…he will take Sam…forcefully." She relayed the message slowly, so that they comprehended what she was saying to them.

"Borrow him? He aint a book! Or something that can be rented! He's a human being!" Bobby defended angrily.

The demon chuckled, "Says you."

"When?" Sam demanded dryly.

"Tonight. Midnight. There's a warehouse a couple blocks from here. He comes alone." The demon said slowly.

"And if he doesn't?" Dean asked defiantly.

The demons' smile widened as she stepped as close to the salt line in the doorway as she dared. "Azezel will kill you," She then motioned to Bobby with her head, "and him."

Sam growled. "Fine!" He cried, defeated.

The demon nodded in approval. "Smart pup."

Bobby slammed the door in the demons' face, and dropped his shotgun. He turned around to face the boys with a look of fear on his face.

"Now what?" Dean asked nervously.

Sam shrugged. They were so screwed.

Alright, the poll on my page is now officially closed. I'm sorry, I know I said I would warn you all 2 chapters ahead of time, but something has come to my attention. I don't wanna give too much away, but story #3 is being discussed.

What'd you guys think of this chapter? Lemmie know! It's almost over folks!