A Hiccup in Time Ch. 32
Disclaimer. I do not own anything recognizable in this story, nor am I making a profit from it.
Author's Note: I made up the Kupua demons name for this chapter . My research just stated that he was a time demon.
SPOILER ALERT---for season four---just a small one though.
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Previously: "Daddy I wants you, Deanie help my daddy pwease!" Sammy pleaded as he buried his face in Dean's shirt and began to sob.
"Damn it all to hell." Dean muttered under his breath knowing he had less than thirty seconds left to choose one way or the other. He knew he had to do something, he couldn't just stand there like a lump on a log and allow his dad and Bobby to be killed. As if that wasn't bad enough, Sammy's constant plea of "Pwease Deanie, help my daddy." was about to shatter his heart in two. He couldn't take the hiccupping sobs that were wracking his baby brother's body as he pleaded for him to do something.
Knowing there was really only one thing he could do, Dean hoisted Sammy up a little higher on his hip and started walking towards the door. He had never been able to turn Sammy down and he knew in his heart if John died without him doing something to help, that Sammy would withdraw into himself and he was afraid that Sammy would never come out again, that the trauma of watching their father die would be too much for the little tyke to handle.
Approaching the door, he had no idea what in the hell he was going to do once he got outside, but he damn sure hoped an idea would hit him soon because at this point, he was flying by the seat of his pants. Pushing the door the rest of the way off of it's hinges, Dean took a calming breath and stepped out onto the front porch to face off with the demon. "I'm here, you can let them go." Dean stated with more confidence than he felt as he stared at the YED with a steely gaze.
"Not until that little brother of yours comes out too." Azazel stated as he eyed the brat held in Dean's arms with a hint of interest wondering where in the hell the kid had come from thinking he must be one of Bobby Singer's nephews or worse, a damn foundling that the Winchesters decided to take in. He was about to call out to Sam to make his appearance or risk his father's untimely death when he caught sight of the small toddler's eyes as the child glanced up quickly at him before hiding his face in his brother's shirt once again. "No, it can't be." He whispered in total shock at realizing that the small child was his best and his brightest, only in toddler form.
Forgetting his telekinetic hold on the hunters behind him, Azazel called out in a loud booming voice. "Herenti, what have you done?" He knew right away that the time demon had dared to interfere in his business by messing with the Winchester family and as far as he was concerned that was a mortal sin. There was literally going to be hell to pay when he got his hands on that shifty little demon.
Suddenly without warning, he felt a sharp pain burning in his back and realized he had made a huge mistake as far as the humans were concerned. He had inadvertently relaxed his hold on the hunters behind him in his stupor upon seeing his boy king reduced to a sniveling baby and allowed himself to be caught unaware. Feeling the deep burning pain of the bullet burrowing into his side, he turned back to glare at the hunters., "You haven't seen the last of me!" He stated before disappearing into thin air with a snap of his fingers.
Seeing it but not believing it, Dean was overwhelmed by the quickly changing events that occurred before his very eyes. One minute he was looking the demon in the eye and demanding his dad's release and the next thing he knew, the demon had disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye. Breathing a sigh of relief, he glanced toward his dad only to see him collapsing to the ground. Rushing over to the fallen hunter and kneeling down before him, Dean asked, "Dad, are you okay?"
"M' f-fine" John whispered with a shaky voice. "Don't worry about me, go get the colt in case that son of a bitch comes back." John stated as he reached out to pull a crying Sammy into his arms so that Dean could do as he was ordered. His heart ached at hearing Sammy's sobs knowing how scared his baby boy must have been at witnessing the events that just happened.
"Shh tiger, it's okay, daddy's got you." John soothed as he ran a hand up and down Sammy's back while rocking his youngest back and forth. He could feel his youngest child trembling and couldn't help but shivere himself as he thought about how close things had been this time. He could have been killed, or worse yet lost his boys to that yellow eyed bastard today and it hurt him to his very soul. He didn't want to even think about living in a world without his children because it would quite literally be hell on earth for him. Holding a sobbing Sammy close to his chest, he pushed himself to his feet and glanced over to see that Bobby was doing the same. He had just made it to a standing position when Dean returned with the colt tucked securely into his hand.
"Come on, let's get your brother back into the house where he'll be a little more safe." John stated with a moan as he began striding towards the house. His back was beginning to feel the effect of having collided with the car. He knew the place might not be totally secure from the demon's powers, but at least it would be safer and offer more protection than being caught outside in the open once again.
Upon entering the house, John passed Sammy back over to Dean and he and Bobby went to work of repairing the door as best they could. Once they had it back in place as best they could, they braced it up by moving Bobby's desk in front of it to secure it. "Ya know, it's not going to keep the demon out if he decides to return." Bobby stated with a warning to John.
"Hell Bobby, I know that." John grunted as he palmed his scruffy beard in thought. He was truly scared and he didn't like the feeling one little bit. He needed to do something but he had no idea what. Taking a deep, calming breath, he looked at Bobby and said, "Maybe it's time for me to take the boys and run. Maybe we'll have a better chance of protecting Sammy if we aren't a stationary target." He knew how much the words would hurt Bobby and he waited to see how the gruff hunter would react.
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As the Kupua demon sat planning his next move with the family of hunters, it could feel a tension building in the air. The space around him seemed to practically vibrate with static electricity causing it hair to stand on end indicating that something huge was about to happen. Sensing a presence, it turned around to look into the yellow eyes of Azazel himself. It was obvious right away from the demon's posture that he was extremely annoyed. Looking at his rival smugly, Herenti asked, "What's crawled up your ass and died?" He took enjoyment in pissing off the haughty demon every chance he got.
"As if you don't already know." Azazel seethed as he crossed his arms in front of his chest in a threatening manner. "You know damned well that I have plans for the youngest Winchester and that I was going to put them into effect soon. What made you think you could interfere with my plans and not pay the price for pulling such a stupid stunt.
"Yada, yada, yada, what is so great about that measly human anway? What is so freaking special about him that he should be the one to lead the uprising against mankind instead of one of us demigods. Are we not smart enough, strong enough, and willing to do whatever's needed to raise Lucifer and bow to his rule, follow his every command?" The demigod questioned with barely concealed venom.
"You know as well as I do that it was set in stone before Samuel was ever born that he would turn to the darkside, that he would be the one to unleash hell on this unsuspecting earth. He is the only one who will be powerful enough to destroy the one who has to die so that my father may indeed rise and walk the earth." Azazel retorted with unrestrained anger in his voice
"Just because you have been spouting that lore of yours for years doesn't make it true Azazel." The Kupua demon stated with his rage beginning to boil over. "The only reason you want him to lead your army is because he is one of your stinking so called special children that you fed blood to at six months of age. I hate to tell you, but he isn't the only one who is capable of starting Armageddon."
"Enough" Azazel's voice boomed as he grew tired of arguing with the demigod. "I will not allow your petty jealousy to destroy what I have worked so hard for. You will change Samuel back to his previous form or you will pay the price."
"You don't scare me Azazel." Herenti stated as his finger tips began to sparkle with electricity. "You're nothing but a daddy's boy who has sat back and allowed us lowly demons to do your dirty work for ages. Well guess what, I'm sick of it." The Kupua demon stated as lightning bolts shot from his finger tips striking Azazel in the chest. He smiled in smug satisfaction as the demon was thrown through the air to collide with a nearby tree." He had been wanting to do that for years and it gave him immense satisfaction in doing so.
Standing up and brushing himself off, Azazel grinned maliciously at the inferior demon who dared go against him and said, "You don't want to start something can't win you insignificant little weasel." With those words, Azazel eyes flashed with an intensity of exploding dynamite and the demigod was blown back by the force of the winds building up around Azazel. Herenti didn't have the time assimilate what was happening though as his body began to feel like it was literally being pulled apart piece by piece from the inside out. He could feel his bones snapping in two at the unseen pressure that was placed on them. He could feel something thick and viscous in his throat and gasped as blood began to pour from his mouth while his so called heart began to thump erratically.
"No, stop." The Kupua demon gasped as it's strength began to wane and it fell to it's knees.
"Give me one good reason why I should?" Azazel queried as he prepared to deliver the killing blow that would wipe the demon from existence forever.
TBC