Chapter 21
Dean felt a horrible sting in his throat as soon as the pressure of the Demon's hand was lifted. Azezel was slitting his throat slowly. He knew he had only a few moments of life left.
But just then, the stinging sensation stopped as suddenly as it had started, followed by the sound of a gunshot and footsteps.
Dean didn't see any of it, as he the Demon's telekinetic grip on him wavered and he was sent crashing into the cement floor with a thud.
Dean blinked in confusion and looked up to see Bobby standing over him with a smoking gun in his hands. He knelt down over Dean and offered him a hand up which Dean took gratefully.
"Wh-ere's a Dem-on?" Dean asked brokenly. He coughed to try to relieve the roughness in his voice.
Bobby stood up with Dean following suit. "I shot 'im. I dunno where he went."
There was a loud bang that came to their right, and their heads immediately snapped in that direction. The Demon stood in front of the now closed front door looking even more feral than before.
"No more crap." It said threateningly.
The Demon held its hand out again, and Bobby's gun was ripped from his hands by an invisible force and tossed across the room.
It smiled at the sight of the two now defenseless humans, and approached them slowly. "We are gonna have so much fun tonight, boys."
There was another loud bang, and all heads snapped to the direction of the door again.
Dean and Bobby sighed with relief at the sight of Sam in werewolf form, again covered in blood. He had obviously ripped the other two demons' vessels to shreds.
"Sammy, how nice of you to join us!" Azezel said quite cheerfully.
Sam roared, sounding as animalistic ever, and Dean smiled at the Demon smugly. "It's feedin' time."
Azezel turned his head to Dean and replied, "Not quite."
His clawed hand flew out in front of him again, and Sam flew into the wall that Dean was standing at. He didn't bother holding Dean because he was still defenseless.
Azezel's laughed gleefully and then said, "Remember the old days when you tried so desperately not to be a freak? You used to try to be normal."
Sam struggled against the Demons' hold, and growled with defeat.
The Demon continued, "But the truth is…you were never normal…not only because of your daddy's job, but because of something else too."
Sam grumbled, and Dean tried to make a move between his brother and the Demon, but was met with an invisible shield held up by the Demons' telekinetic energy.
"Ever wonder how you gained that control over your little condition so fast? I mean, you had to know that's not normal." The Demon continued, still glaring at Sam.
"Well, the same reason I gained control over it so fast…well not exactly, but almost."
"What the hell are you talkin' about?" Dean demanded angrily.
The Demon snickered menacingly and then replied, "Sammy here…has demon blood swimming through his veins…my blood to be more specific."
As if on cue, Sam's, Dean's, and Bobby's eyebrows shot up.
"You're lying." Dean accused flatly.
Azezel spared a quick glace toward Dean and answered, "'fraid not kiddo."
It walked up to Sam slowly, closing the gap between them, "You see when Sammy here was a tyke; I'd say he was six months old, I came to your house, and bled into his mouth."
Dean's eyes darted from the Demon's face to Sam's. His brother looked like the words were soaking in deep, and he was letting it get to him.
"Don't listen to him Sammy, he's a liar!" Dean spat.
"Nope. I'm not." The Demon said happily.
Just then, Dean punched the Demon in the face. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but it wouldn't stop talking, wouldn't stop lying. Its yellow eyes pierced Dean's green eyes, with its smile still intact. "I had a feeling you would do something so reckless."
Its grip on Sam faltered, and Sam came crashing into a heap on the ground. Bobby rushed over to help the werewolf to his feet, which Sam took gratefully.
The Demons' attention was now on Dean, closing in on him slowly. "I'm going to enjoy killing you Dean." It cooed.
Sam nudged Bobby's shoulder with a clawed hand, and then pointed to his fallen weapon. Bobby nodded softly, and then made his way slowly to his gun that lay on the floor on the other side of the room.
Sam snarled at the Demon, and then lunged at it as his territorial instinct went into overdrive yet again.
The Demon laughed as he bucked at the young werewolf that was now clawing its eyes out.
Blood gushed from its eye sockets, where his yellow offending eyes once were. It wasn't really a big deal to it, Azezel could always get another vessel, but it could still feel the pain of it.
At that, the Demon chucked the werewolf into the wall it had just fallen from and closed in on him. He couldn't see it anymore, but he could surely smell it.
"Bad idea Sammy!" The Demon screamed as he held his hand out toward Sam.
Immediately Sam began to howl and buck against the wall in pain. It was like his insides were burning and twisting in on him. He gripped at his blood-soaked shirt, and tried to pry it off, but he couldn't manage it. Every muscle, every tissue, every cell within his body was screaming in pain.
"SAM?!" Dean called worriedly as he jogged over to his brother that was on the floor. He knelt down next to Sam and tried to figure out what to do.
He looked up at the Demon and screamed, "Stop it! Leave him alone! You Son-Of-A-Bitch!"
The Demon smirked, and continued to torture Sam, "It's a shame really…you were my favorite, Sammy. But you aren't the only one."
Azezel balled his hand into a fist, and Sam's howls grew louder. Blood started to spill from his eyes, nose, and mouth. At the sight of the blood on his face, tears spilled from Dean's eyes.
Suddenly, there was a loud shot that rang out through the room that echoed over Sam's pain-filled howls. Azezel let go of Sam with his mind, and pulled his hand up to his chest where Bobby had shot him.
"I am so tired of all of you!" The Demon cried angrily.
Sam began panting with relief as the Demon let him go. There was no lasting damage as far as he could tell. Some of his strength was even returning.
He looked up at Dean, and wiped the blood on his own cheek that had spilled from his eyes. Sam stood shakily, and then quietly walked around the Demon as if examining it.
Azezel smiled threateningly as his face was directed at the floor. "What are you doing Sammy?"
Still, Sam didn't stop.
"I can still smell you kiddo." The Demon teased.
Bobby then came up to the Demon and while it's attention was on Sam, Bobby hit the Demon over the head with the butt of his gun, sending him hurtling toward the ground unconscious.
Sam looked up at Dean and Bobby with a shadow of a smirk on his face. It seemed funny to him that while demons were immune to most human weapons; when they take a vessel, they can still be knocked unconscious.
"What the hell do we do now?" Dean asked nervously. "We can't just leave him here…he'll still come after us."
Bobby rolled his eyes, and then pulled a piece of white chalk from his pocket. "I know that!"
He then started drawing a large Devils Trap on the cement floor.
"We're gonna trap him?" Dean asked in disbelief. "He'll get out eventually."
Bobby looked up at Dean, shook his head, and then continued drawing. "Again, I know that…idjit."
"So what's the point?" Dean asked sounding slightly annoyed.
As Bobby put the finishing touches on the Trap, he stood, and kicked the Demons unconscious form inside it. Bobby turned to face Dean, and pulled out three small charms attached to their own leather strings from his pocket. He handed one to Dean, and then another one to Sam, and then slipped the last one over his head.
"What is this?" Dean questioned as he eyed his warily. Sam didn't need to be told twice on the other hand, he slipped his over his head with no questions asked.
"Protection. It'll throw this Son-Of-A-Bitch, and other demons off your trail." Bobby answered with a sigh.
"Yea but for how long?" Dean asked angrily.
Bobby shrugged, "Until we finally find some way to kill this bastard."
The three of them looked at the Demon that lay on the ground before them. They couldn't wait for that day when it drew its last breath.
"Let's get the hell outta here." Dean said as he began to limp out, with Sam and Bobby at his heel.
Azezel was taken care of…for now.
Two chapters in 1 day! I'm amazing! Haha.
This unfortunately is the home stretch guys, I only have 1 more chapter to give you after this one. And then 'Bitemarks' will be no more. :(
Maybe story number 3 will be just as tasty...or maybe tastier? Haha. You be the judge. :D
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