Chapter 20


The three of them paced the living room impatiently. Every once in a while, one of them would stop moving to look at the time. Now it was only ten after five.

Dean suddenly came to an abrupt halt and then kicked over a rather large pile of books in a fit of rage.

"What the hell?" Bobby asked, suddenly less worried, and more angry.

Dean ignored him, and immediately rounded on his brother, "How could you agree to that Sam?" Dean demanded.

Sam turned around to look at him with a look of disbelief on his face, "He'll kill you!"

"So we leave!" Dean exclaimed furiously.

"He'd find us!" Sam shouted.

"So what's your plan, huh? Sit here with your thumb in your ass? Just give up?"

Sam shrugged, "If it'll keep you guys alive!"

"It won't! You gotta know that." Replied Dean as he tried to calm himself.

Sam didn't say anything. He only shook his head and turned away from Dean. He knew this too, but he figured that he'd play into the Demons' plan. Then he would make sure his brother stayed safe, even if that meant making a deal.

"He'll just take you, and kill us anyway." Dean continued flatly.

Sam turned to face Dean again, and then sighed, "You have no evidence that he'd do that."

"You have no evidence that he wouldn't." Dean said with another spike of anger in his tone.

Sam sighed in defeat. Dean was right. "What do you have planned?"

Dean shrugged as if to suggest it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sam stood there eyeing him warily, as Dean continued to relay his plan.

xXx

Sam stood outside the warehouse, and kept thinking to himself that it was a bit large for a warehouse. Even from the outside, he could tell that it had two floors. It was also brown and worn with age. The shingles on the roof had all but fallen off. It was old, and looked completely unsafe, like it could collapse any minute.

To put it shortly, the place was a total wreck.

It was now half past eleven as Sam walked into the old warehouse apprehensively.

The inside wasn't any neater than the outside; the walls were a strange mocha color, they were probably white once, but it was too old to tell for sure. There were also worn black spots where the mold had eaten through some spots in the wall. The cement floor was cracked and faded.

Sam's breath caught in his throat as he realized this is the place from his vision.

Sam took a deep breath and tried desperately to think of Deans' plan. He would walk in, and then Dean would come in through the window through the roof, while Bobby came in through the back.

They knew there would be other demons' but their guns that they filled with rock salt would take care of them. Not permanently, but it'd hold them off for a while.

Sam now stood in the middle of the main room nervously. Where was Azezel? He couldn't even smell him close.

"You're early!" Called a voice that Sam knew only too well. He jumped when he heard it though because where was the sulfur scent? "If I didn't know you better Sammy, I'd say you had something planned."

Sam turned around to face the front door and stared at the Demon with anger and confusion. The Demon smiled and said, "I can mask my scent from werewolves, it's an old trick I learned a while back. Not that I ever thought that I'd have to but still."

Sam gave a quick nod, which looked more like a twitch. "What do you want with me?"

Azezel paced around Sam hungrily. "I already told you, I just wanna help you kiddo!"

Sam rolled his eyes, "I don't believe that."

"Well, your daddy raised you right." Azezel said simply.

The Demon then stopped moving, and his smile dropped. "I told you to come alone Sammy."

Sam could smell Dean and Bobby closing in, and knew the Demon could smell it too, but he kept up the charade as long as possible, "What are you talking about? I am alone."

The green eyes of the werewolf the Demon was possessing turned yellow. "You're such a liar."

There was a moan that comes from too much pressure on old wood coming from upstairs, followed by a loud crash as the old wood caved in. Dean's scent became clearer, and then his voice was heard talking to himself, "Son of a bitch."

Sam closed his eyes. Dean was such an idiot sometimes. He just ruined his own plan!

"You were saying?" The Demon teased as his smile reappeared.

Sam suddenly let himself go, he let the transformation come. His body began to tingle slightly as his fingernails again became longer, and shaped themselves into claws. His canines then followed suit, sharpening into fangs. He now stared at the Demon as more of an animal than a man.

Azezel chuckled, clearly amused as Sam's growls ripped through the air. "I can do that too."

To Sam's horror, he watched as the werewolf the Demon possessed go through the same transformation, only his sickly yellow eyes remained intact.

Two demons appeared by the front door, and Sam looked at them warily. He then realized he was cornered.

Sam snarled and backed toward the wall like a threatened animal. That only made the demons in the room laugh.

Sam suddenly lunged at Azezel with a loud roar, but the Demon stuck his clawed hand out in front of him, and Sam was hurtled toward the wall with a crashing thud.

The Demon approached Sam with a smile, which revealed the werewolf's fangs. "You test my patience, Sammy. Now hold still."

The Demon put his clawed hand on Sam's forehead and the world became fuzzy to him. He saw the Demon's sickly gleeful smile, and then blank. He fell into the throws of unconsciousness.

The Demon watched as Sam's features relaxed and become more human. It smiled as Sam's body crashed to the ground with another thud.

Azezel then motioned for the demons to come closer. They approached hesitantly with their heads bowed.

"Take him outside, I'll be out momentarily. Not a mark on him." The Demon ordered flatly.

The demons nodded as they lifted Sam's form, and then dragged Sam outside.

Azezel didn't need to turn around to know that Dean was behind him. The Demons' eyes turned to its vessels animalistic green, and he gave a wicked smile. It stuck it's hand out and flung Dean to the opposite wall his brother had just been. Dean was on the wall next to the window which exposed the crescent moon.

Azezel approached Dean's pinned body and then growled, "I hate these bodies."

It stared at Dean with both anger and admiration, as it placed a strong hand over Dean's throat, choking him.

Dean made wet choking noises as he attempted to speak, but this only made the Demon laugh.

"You have been such a pain in my ass these last few months, Dean…but I just came here to let you know that…Sam has a higher purpose…and you're nowhere in his future."

"S-S-SAM!" Dean managed to scream. Azezel only laughed, "He's not with us Dean! I'm going to help him though Dean…I'm going to get rid of his little problem."

Dean made a wet gurgling noise in the back of his throat, and then made a choked noise. The Demons' smile widened. "I have big plans for him Dean. BIG plans and you can't get in the way any more than you already have."

Azezel let his charade drop as his eyes turned yellow. Dean looked upon its face with horror as he continued to make choking noises. It seemed that all was lost for him.

Azezel narrowed his eyes in concentration, and held back laughter as a pink line appeared on Dean's throat. That's right, make it slow.

All was as it should be.