Chapter 4

Author's Note: Hey guys! Back again for another chapter! The first part of this chapter will be in Sam's POV then it'll switch at some point out of his POV just wanted to let all you know that ahead of time! Now on to Chapter 4.

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Pain.

It was the first thing Sam became aware of. Horrible, terrible pain. A scream contorted his throat even though he wasn't aware of sending the signal to his mouth to open. All he knew was that his chest was on fire, the feeling something akin to being bathed in acid.

Dimly he was aware of yelling voices, hands gripping his biceps, and the sound of a shotgun booming in a small space. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get his limbs to cooperate. His legs moved of their own accord, feet loose and floppy as the hands on his arms dragged him backward.

"Sam!"

It was Dean's voice, laced with desperation and terror. Sam tried to turn his head, to look at his brother, but his head refused to follow his commands.

What's wrong with me? Sam thought.

Then his mouth moved and he remembered.

Possessed. I'm possessed. Horror flooded him as his voice reached his ears, barking angry commands at the two demons helping him along. "Hurry you fools!" his voice snarled, the consonants clipped in a way that sounded like he was fighting an accent. The room spun slightly as he was helped out through a door and into the night. Cold wind gusted, pulling the remains of his shirt flat against him and sending spikes of agony racing along his nerves.

Jesus, what did Bobby shoot me with?

"Holy water," his voice snarled out. "And you can believe your man will pay for that later."

If Sam could have started he would have. Can you hear me? he thought.

"Of course I can," said his voice. "I am you; hearing your thoughts is not a stretch."

One of the demons let go of his arm long enough to open the door of a town car. Sam's body climbed in of it's own accord and settled against the seat. His hands ripped away the remains of his shirt and Sam had to agree wholeheartedly with the stream of curses coming out of his mouth as he caught a glimpse of his chest. The skin was red and burned, and in some places gone altogether, bits of shell and rock salt embedded deep into the muscle.

If Sam wasn't so freaked out he would have been impressed by Bobby's ingenuity. But as it stood, all he could worry about was that for the third time in his life he had no control over his own body whatsoever.

He tried to send a signal to his hands, tried to get them to stop moping at the blood with the handkerchief handed to him by the demon who'd climbed into the backseat with him, but his hands didn't so much as quiver. Corvalis had too good a hold on his body to allow it.

God damn it! He screamed, the words vibrating through him, but refusing to fall from his lips. He could do nothing to stop Corvalis. Nothing to reverse the course of the car that was currently taking him farther and farther away from his brother and Bobby. Using every mental muscle he had, he flung himself against the edges of his mind, trying to get his body to move. Trying to prove-even if just to himself-that he was stronger than the demon. Strong enough not be kept prisoner in his own skin.

But another, darker presence blocked him, keeping him from doing anything but bang against the very edges of his senses. He might be able to hear, see, and feel everything, but he was not in control.

Corvalis was. And he proved it the next instant. There was a feeling of sudden weightlessness and then he was falling away, back into the darkest recesses of his mind. The last thing he felt before he fell away completely was Corvalis' rage and a burning desire to be rid of Sam. A few seconds later Sam thought no more.

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Corvalis was angry. No. Angry was an understatement. Nothing could match the rage he felt. Dean Winchester was supposed to be possessed right now. But instead he had been left free, saved by a blasted mechanic in a dirty ball cap.

The other three demons in the car were silent, feeling the rage emanating from the tall body folded into the back seat. Not even Nox spoke. He didn't dare. Not with Corvalis' eyes burning a hole in the back of his head.

Corvalis fingered the knife he felt in his pocket, the rough serrated edges biting into his flesh. Each cut sent tiny shocks through him and he jerked his hand away. What in the world? Reaching back in, he tentatively withdrew the knife, sucking in a gasp at the sight that greeted him.

A demon killing knife. One of Ruby's if the designs carved on the hilt were any indicator. His head turned back towards Nox, a plan beginning to form in his head.

"Pull over," he said, sliding the knife back into his pocket.

The driver's eyes met Corvalis' in the rearview mirror, eyebrow rising slightly. Corvalis gave a tiny nod and pulled the door open as the car dragged to a stop on the side of the road.

"Out," Corvalis said, jerking Nox's door open. Nox swallowed eyes jumping and shifting as he reluctantly slid free of the car. On the other side, Nox's bodyguard, Xeon climbed out, body tense as if he could smell Corvalis' plan.

But at a nod from Corvalis, the driver slammed Xeon face first into the metal rim of the door. Nox turned, a shout forming, but before the words could claw free, Corvalis brought the knife up and across Nox's throat.

There was a bright flash of light from inside of the human that Nox was possessing and then like a candle, flickered out. The body landed on the ground, eyes wide open and staring, dead. Without looking, Corvalis threw the knife across the top of the car. He saw the flash out of the corner of his eye as the driver slammed the knife between Xeon's ribs.

Shaking off the drops of blood that had splattered across his fingers, Corvalis bent over and patted Nox down, finding the slim cellphone in his back pocket.

"Well, that worked out better than I'd hoped," said the driver, coming to stand next to Corvalis. He handed Corvalis the knife.

"Yes," said Corvalis, fingering the edges. "Sam Winchester having this on him was a stroke of luck. I knew it was a possibility of course, but there was a fifty-fifty chance it might have been on Dean."

"Do you think bringing Eve one of the Winchester's instead of both like we promised will be enough?"

Corvalis looked down at the bodies of his two so called allies and smirked. "It should be. After all, Dean Winchester is useless without his brother. He's probably falling apart as we speak."

"And you don't think he'll contact Crowley? Try and find us that way?"

"Let him. Crowley knows nothing. I only followed that slimy little toad because he somehow managed to make himself the Kill of Hell. Once Lucifer returns, that bottom dweller will be a thing of the past." He lashed out, slamming his foot into Nox's ribs. They crunched satisfyingly underfoot. "As will his followers. All that support Crowley has will be destroyed, but ones such as you and I? We will be rewarded beyond our wildest dreams."

The driver smiled, teeth sharp in the dim light. "So it begins? No more biding our time? No more waiting?"

"No more waiting." Corvalis turned his head away from the bodies of Nox and the lesser demon and looked at the demon beside him.

"We have work to do now, Quinn. Go to Eve and make arrangements for her to meet with me. Go. Now." Quinn nodded, face becoming serious at the harsh tone in his bosses voice. Corvalis was not above killing his own if they dared question him.

Quinn fled his host, black smoke spiraling into the air, racing towards the last known location of the Mother of all.

Corvalis watched until the smoke was lost to the darkness and then turned towards to the car. His lips turned up into a smirk as he slid inside and left the two dead bodies behind.

Author's Note: And there's chapter 4! Hope you all enjoyed it! Please leave a review and hope all of you had a great Christmas!