Chapter 3

Author's Note: Hey guys! We are back now for Chapter 3 of The Night of the Demons! Hope you all enjoy it! Hope all of you have a fantastic Christmas! :D

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Dean was fairly sure this was what it felt like to drown. He'd felt a similar session when Sam had died. That feeling like his lungs were filling, the surface becoming nothing more than a distant smear high above him, water pressing in from all directions, burying him alive.

But somehow this was worse. Because Sam wasn't dead. Not really. But as those beetle black eyes snapped open, despair choked him. Not again, he thought. God, I can't lose Sam again. Wasn't losing him for a year enough?

All resistance faded, Dean's head falling numbly back to the floor as the two demons cut Corvalis loose. He didn't watch as Corvalis cracked Sam's neck, twisting it side to side to loosen the stiffened muscles. He didn't watch as Corvalis smoothed Sam's shirt, brushed off his jeans, and ran Sam's hands through Sam's hair. He couldn't. All he could do was stare at the ceiling, the words 'you failed' reverberating through his skull.

"You know I never knew how interesting it would be to possess one of the Winchester brothers. " Corvalis looked down at Dean, moving to bring himself into Dean's line of sight. Dean turned away, stomach rolling at the brief glimpse of his brother's face stretched into an unnatural smirk.

"Come on Dean look at me. What happened to that bravado, huh? What's wrong don't like how you failed your brother? Again?" He smirked evilly at Dean, but still wasn't able to get his attention. This just angered him even further.

"Manners dictate that when someone is talking to you you like at them directly!" He snarled grabbing Dean's chin and bringing his head up to meet his coal eyes. "That's better. See, that wasn't so bad was it?"

The look in his eyes sent a shiver down Dean's spine. He never thought he would have to see his little brother's eyes like this again. Black, and soulless, and so, so empty.

At the lack of response that he received from Dean he just seemed even more pleased. Not every demon got the chance to wear the Winchester's skin and actually succeed. Right before Dean's eyes his little brother's eyes changed from pure black to his normal hazel eyes. He didn't know which was worse. Black eyes or hazel eyes. He chose hazel. He knew that even though they were Sam's normal eye color it wasn't truly Sam. Not really.

Corvalis let go of Dean's chin, his head landing on the ground with a thump, and turned to look at Nox.

"Whenever you're ready," he said stepping back to allow Nox to go up to Dean.

Eagerness made Nox's face fat wobble. His head tipped back, an inhuman scream rising from possessed man's throat. Black smoke swirled up into the air above Dean and then shot down into the mouth being held wide by Corvalis.

It felt like being smothered, the smoke forcing its way down inside him, filling his lungs, his throat, his belly, making him feel bloated and full. Just as he thought he couldn't take another second of it, something happened. The smoke halted. Pressure built, deep inside Dean, and then the smoke was reversing, fleeing like it was being chased out by hellhounds. The smoke recoiled, flooding back down the fat man's throat, catching the body mid-collapse. Nox couldn't arrest his fall in time and ended up sprawled across the floor, hitting with a harsh smack. The two demons sprung to help him as Corvalis let go of Dean and stood.

"What are you doing, you idiot?" Corvalis snarled. "Possess him!"

Dean coughed, chest heaving. His mouth tasted of sulfur, and strangely of sweat. Gagging, he turned his head and spat onto the floor. God, was that what it was like to be possessed? He stared at Sam's back. Sam had been through this twice. Three times if you counted Lucifer.

Damn, we need to get something more permanent than tattoos, because this sucks ass.

Nox wobbled, black eyes too wide in his face. "I...I can't," he gasped out.

Corvalis went rigid. "What do you mean you can't?"

Nox lost some of his shock at the cold menace in Corvalis' tone. "I mean I can't possess him." He moved around the taller demon, and ripped aside Dean's shirt, buttons pinging off the floor as they tore free.

"Hey, boundaries," Dean protested, trying to wriggle loose.

"Shut up," Nox spat. Not seeing anything on Dean's front, he flipped him over. Dean clamped down on the grunt of pain that tried to escape as the movement slammed him down on the remains of the tattoo.

"Look," he said, mind racing. "If you're looking for another tattoo, I can tell you right now, you ain't gonna find one. One tattoo was my limit."

"You must have something," said Nox, desperation clear under the anger. His hands went to Dean's belt, but a voice from the doorway stopped him.

"No one told me there'd be a nudy show tonight. And if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not be included," drawled a rough voice.

Dean's head snapped up. Bobby Singer stood in the doorway, shotgun up and primed. His eyes flicked down to Dean before settling on Corvalis. A muscle jumped along his jaw under his beard, but otherwise he gave no sign that seeing Sam with black eyes and blood running down his front from the ruined tattoo was bothering him.

Fear and relief set up camps in opposite sides of Dean's stomach. Fear that they were still outnumbered. Relief that made this way they had a chance of getting out of here in one piece. Fear jumped on relief and pounded it into the ground with Corvalis' next words.

"Bobby Singer, what a not terribly unexpected surprise." Black eyes took in the shotgun, an indulgent smile pulling Sam's lips apart. "Do you really think that's a threat? I know you won't do anything to damage this fine young man."

"Now I wouldn't say that," said Bobby. "Sam's been a real pain in my ass the last couple of months." And with that he leveled the gun at Sam's chest and pulled the trigger.

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