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They moved the car so that they wouldn't be parked right outside of the house, because if anything would make the inhabitants of their old house call the police it was be two men sitting in a car staring at their house. They would be put in jail faster than you can say 'I'm not a perv, I just watching for demons'. After you said that you would be in a mental hospital faster than you could say 'but I'm not crazy.' They were still close enough though that they could get there in seconds. The first few hours were boring since they knew that Azazel wouldn't be coming until it was night-time. They left for a little bit to get some fast food and then returned to a slight different but equally distanced spot from the house.
Once the sun went down all talking which had been sparse before that had died completely. After eleven Dean drove closer to the house. Since it was a weeknight it was doubtful even if the woman was up at that time that she would be looking for them. Dean found himself looking at the house again. Their house, it should have been their house. They should have grown up there with their parents. He looked at Sam who was staring at the house as well, he wondered what Sam was thinking about, but not more than he wanted to keep his own thoughts to himself, just in case Sam turned the question back at him. Dean glanced up at the moon. It was a half-moon which gave them a little light, which was nice for this kind of night gathering, especially since flashlights tended to have a way of falling.
Dean looked down at the dashboard, wondering how much longer they were going to have to wait when Sam hands started glowing red. Dean wrinkled his nose again, again with the freaky powers. It was the only thing they could think of though to make sure they knew exactly when Azazel showed up, without being truthful and having the family call the cops on them.
Dean was out of the Impala in seconds, a complete 180 of his earlier behavior, but this wasn't about him at this moment, it was about the family. Once the family was safe he would focus on getting revenge. Dean ran to the door Sam keeping step with him. Dean briefly tried the door, but knew that like most households this late in the night, it was most likely going to be locked. Dean reared back his leg and kick hard, the door swung open.
He heard a sharp scream and it took a moment to realize it was the other kid that he had briefly glanced at as she had peeked at him from inside the doorway to see who he was. He had saw her while he had been talking to her mom. He realized that they were probably the ones scaring her, breaking into their house late at night in such as loud way.
They made their way up the stairs quickly, only his mind focused on a tiny dent in one of the stairs from an accident he had had in the house when he was a kid. No. Dean would save the family, kill Azazel and to do so he couldn't allow himself to be lost in his thoughts about before. Dean and Sam reached the top of the stairs at the same time and Dean swallowed as an unexpected sight met his eyes.
Azazel was supposed to be in the nursery that was his MO. That was what he was supposed to be doing. However he was on the landing looking like he was waiting for them. Their fears about it all just being a trap seemed very justified. He had never seen him before but he knew it was him by the look in Sam's eyes. Hurt, and anger. He opened the door that was nearest to him, not exactly sure why, but he was met with a scared girl as she hid under her bed and her mother looking shocked a few feet away wearing a nightgown. The mother must have heard the scream, come to investigate, seen the demon and somehow ended up in here with her daughter.
However after a moment the mother looked up at him confused, but worried.
"Where is my baby?" she asked.
"Protect your daughter, stay in here." Dean said and closed the door. Yellow eyes that were definitely not normal stared back at him and Sam.
"Sam." Yellow eyes said fondly, Dean was looking at Sam though whose face had gone blank.
"The kid?" Dean asked, since it seemed like Sam had lost the ability to speak, or to even make an expression.
"Is not one of mine. Just something I needed to lure you here." Azazel said, confirming their suspicious beyond a shadow of a doubt.
"Sam come with me." Azazel said and beckoned to him with his hand. Sam stayed still, like a statue. Dean reached for his gun just as Azazel lifted his hand up, Dean flew backwards until he bumped into the wall and fell down on the stairs.
"Dean!" he heard Sam yell, then footsteps until Sam was right by him his eyes full of concern. "Dean, are you okay?" Sam said waving his hand slightly in front of his eyes. The knock to his head hadn't been fun, but the pain of the initial contact was fading and Dean managed to make his way to his feet. Adrenaline, it was most likely going to hurt later when the Adrenaline wore off. Sam led him down the stairs and right into the kitchen, for what he wasn't sure because that was when Azazel caught up with them.
This time he sent back of them flying but instead of sending them into walls and having them rebound off of them, he sent them to the walls and stuck Sam and Dean to them. Dean briefly looked at his brother to make sure that he was okay, only to see that physically he looked to be okay but emotionally seemed to be a bit of a different story. There were chinks in his armor, and if he could see them Azazel could probably see them as well. That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.
Dean tried to reach for the gun in the small of his back, but he couldn't move at all. He was like a spider stuck in a web, only the spider had very strange yellow eyes that stared at him in a way that he found very unsettling. The eerie smile on the man's face didn't do anything to counter the feeling. However the man-demon he corrected himself, only briefly looked at him and before he turned to his brother with a smile on his lips that turned Dean's stomach, because he looked at Sam fondly and he hated that look on the demon's face. It reminded him on the fact that Azazel had raised Sam and a dozen memories flashed through his mind. All of them of Dean when he was a child wanting someone, a family, missing his brother and parents. If it hadn't been for the man in front of him he would have grown up with his whole family and he might have had a chance at being normal.
"Sam, why are you running?" Dean's eyes flickered to his brother who swallowed nervously before a different look settled over his face. One of anger.
"You lied to me." Sam said, and he could hear both the anger and hurt that Dean had always known even since they had been reunited that Sam's feelings towards Azazel contained both of those.
"It doesn't have to end this way. We can go back to what we were before." Sam's anger burned in his eyes.
"You're still lying." he roared and Dean could see tears in his eyes. It was odd; Sam even after all this time he had never done the crying thing. Sam looked away for a moment though then his face was a mask again.
"Sam don't you want to come home?" Azazel asked, crossing the small distance between the two of them and putting his hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam flinched and looked at the hand on his shoulder for a long moment. He knew that Sam had complicated emotions about the whole thing he knew that hurt plus anger did not always equal wanting to murder someone. Not that he was sure that Sam could move against Azazel, he wasn't even sure if Sam was powerful enough but as far as he could tell at the moment he wasn't trying to hurt Azazel. Dean wasn't in the same place though, and he had absolutely no qualms with killing the son of a bitch that ripped his family apart. So while Azazel attention was focused on Sam, Dean focused on slowly, really slowly moving his hand toward the gun, the gun that was their only way to stop Azazel once and for all. Still, his attention was on the confrontation in front of him as well as the gun.
"I am home! You tore me away from here!" Dean blinked, so Sam did seem to get that, sometimes over the years he had wondered if he had.
"Sam you are meant to be more than this. More than just some human, some hunter." so he was aware of the fact that they were hunters. He just hoped that he hadn't heard about the colt. "You lie, and cheat and steal, just to earn a living. You wouldn't have to do any of that with us, although if you still wanted to that would be okay."
"We may lie, cheat, and steal but at least we save people lives instead of taking them." Sam spat back. Dean felt a spot of pride and warmth inside of him at those words, it would have been more if he hadn't just barely gotten his hand to the gun in his back and wrapped his hand around the handle. Now all he had to do was bring it out and shot that son of a bitch before those yellow-eyes noticed.
"You don't understand what a privilege it is-"
"To be the meat sack for Lucifer!" Sam yelled. Dean blinked, Sam had never told him that. Yes he had said that that Azazel had intended for him to a be a possessed by a someone, but he had never said anything about that person being Lucifer. Dean hadn't asked because well, he hadn't really thought of it often. When he had he had asked Sam, Sam had generally avoided the conversation and Dean had known that it was personal.
"It's an honor." Dean had unfolded his arm from behind his back now and had the gun at his side. It wasn't the best position to shoot from since there was only three bullets.
"You lied." Sam said and even though his voice were hard, his eyes were bleeding with the pain.
"I did." Azazel admitted with a nod "But now you know the truth. You can still come back."
"To what? Everyone who has been lying and manipulating me my whole life?" Sam said. Dean straightened his arm and was about to shoot, when he was flicked hard into another wall, hard enough for the wind to be knocked out of him. Dean knew that if he survived he was certainly going to have bruises in the morning, or possibly sooner. Dean also realized with a jolt that during his short flight into the wall he had also lost the colt. He could still see it, it was on the wooden chair that was tucked slightly underneath the table in the kitchen and thankfully probably hidden from view from Azazel. He could still see it, but he couldn't really do much about it since he would move more than an inch at a time.
"Leave him alone." Sam said instantly, and he could see Sam was looking over his body trying to see if he was hurt.
"You would rather have him? A human? The one I'm sure it's because of that you haven't been using your powers to the best of your abilities." Azazel said looking at him like he was an insect that he wanted to squash.
"Leave him alone." Sam said again and as much as it was warming to hear such concern in his voice that had taken so long to come, he had a bad feeling about it that came from the look in Azazel's eyes that he didn't like. Azazel twisted his hand and Dean suddenly felt pain, such pain that he had never felt the likes of before, even in his life as hunting and all the broken bones and bruises. He knew what Azazel was doing, but he couldn't stop himself from groaning although he was able to stop himself from outright screaming.
"Alright. I was hoping to get you to come back because you wanted to be part of our family again, but since you're being difficult I'm going to have to do it this way." The pain kept going and going and Dean kept letting little pain filled sounds escape him.
"Stop it!" Sam shouted seeming to struggle against the force that kept him against the wall. Azazel didn't and the pain kept tearing through him. "Stop it!" Sam yelled even louder and the pain suddenly stopped. Dean would have probably crumbled into a ball had he been able to move freely, but Azazel was still keeping him glued to the wall.
""Come with me and he will be free." Dean looked at his brother and to his horror he seemed to be considering it.
"Sam no, you can't." Dean insisted. He couldn't lost his brother, not now that he his brother had become his world, and he wasn't sure what in the world he would do without him. He had never needed or wanted to spend so much time with someone before Sam. His relationship and had tended to be short and lacked any sort of meaning.
"Dean." Sam said worried and sounded like he was planning to concede.
"No Sam no." he tried to shake his head but it wouldn't move.
"It won't be so bad. I'll make sure no one comes after Dean. He can have a nice normal life, the kind that was never in your future. You can come back to us, everything will be fine. They'll be no running, no hiding, you can come home. Or I will continue until he dies." Azazel said and Sam's face worried face shifted suddenly into an expression of anger.
"You will not hurt my family again." Dean eyes widened as he heard the sound of a gun shot.
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