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Dean managed to duck out of Renata's path, but Sam wasn't so lucky. She grabbed his throat, lifting him off the ground. Dean moved to help him, but was intercepted by Artur. With a growl, Artur delivered a powerful punch to Dean's face, sending him crashing to the ground. Sam, choking for air, tried to raise his hand exorcize Renata, but she grabbed his wrist and twisted it.
"None of that, Psychic Boy," she hissed. Sam's eyes rolled back into his head, his vision beginning to cloud over.
Dean stumbled backwards as Artur punched him in the face again. Panting, he wiped his nose, streaking blood across his face. He and Artur circled each other, never breaking eye contact. With a snarl, Artur lunged but Dean was ready. He plunged Ruby's knife into Artur's chest and jerked it upwards. Artur gasped, blood pouring from the wound. Renata's expression was one of shock. In one moment, her grip slackened and Sam greedily sucked in what little air he could. Then he saw the blood.
Sam went rigid, his eyes locked on the gushing blood that seemed to thunder in his ears as it splashed on the floor. No…no. He closed his eyes, tried to block out the noise, but the smell reached his nose and Sam instinctively inhaled, shuddering. His vision instantly cleared and with a sudden burst of energy, he lashed out at Renata throwing her back and pinning her to the opposite wall. Her ebony eyes were wide and apprehensive as Sam advanced, pupils dilated and panting with hunger. For the first time, since she had left hell, Renata felt fear. Sam's eyes were devoid of emotion, there were only anger and an inextinguishable hunger.
"Sam stop!" Sam turned to face Dean, his chest heaving. He regarded his brother for a moment, the sound of pulsing blood pounding in his ears. Sam's jaw clenched when he realized that the pulsing blood that was enticing him wasn't Rentata's. He stepped towards Dean; it was Dean's blood he wanted. No sooner had this realization hit him when Sam jerked backwards, putting a hand to his temple and shaking his head as though trying to clear it. Dean eyes him apprehensively, and almost collapsed with relief when the scared eyes that met his were hazel.
"Dean," Sam choked, covering his mouth. The smell of Artur's blood was overpowering.
"S'alright Sammy, I'll do it." said Dean soothingly. Sam smiled weakly, looking at Renata who was still pinned to the wall. Dean strode forward, the knife clenched in his fist. Sam turned away and winced when he heard Renata gasp as the knife speared her chest. She slid to the floor with a soft thump and lay motionless.
Dean looked at his younger brother with concern; Sam seemed unable to look at Renata. Unable to look at him. Dean reached out and hesitantly placed a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam flinched at the touch, his eyes shooting open.
"You gonna be ok Sammy?" Sam, who still hadn't quite regained his ability to speak, nodded shakily. They boys didn't have long to enjoy their moment of peace: Valentina had come back downstairs.
Valentina's eyes traveled over the corpses of her parents.
"M-mama," Valentina's eyes filled with tears and her lip trembled. "P-p-papa," Sam and Dean exchanged looks, not sure what to make of the little girl.
"We didn't have a choice," Dean tried to explain; "they were possessed." But Valentina didn't seem to be listening.
"You…killed my parents! I'll kill you!" Right before their eyes, Valentina shuddered as her bones began to rearrange themselves. Her skin turned scaly green, wings jutted out of her back. The harpy screeched, rising up on two legs with horribly sharp-taloned feet. She towered over even Sam. Launching herself off the ground, the harpy beat her wings, creating a fierce wind that lifted the brothers off their feet.
The wind whipped Sam's hair into his face, blocking his vision. He groped blindly for Dean. When his fist grasped his big brother's sleeve, he held on for dear life. The whirlwind threw the boys out onto the street. But they weren't safe yet. The harpy swooped, catching Dean's cheek as she passed. Sam positioned himself in front of Dean, ready to fight the harpy, but the next attack never came. Sam knelt down next to his brother.
"You ok?"
"Peachy!" snapped Dean, clutching his cheek. Sam fought the urge to smile, relishing in the fact that even though the devil had risen and the apocalypse was approaching that Dean was still Dean.
"Sam," Sam was disturbed from his train of thought when Dean spoke. "Look," The sky above them was alight with the glow of spirits rising from their graves and taking flight. But there weren't just spirits; there were skeletons, harpies, and ghostly soldiers riding skeletal horses. And all of them were spiraling skyward towards the fiery mountain peak. They seemed oblivious to the brother's presence, for the moment.
Suddenly, a shadow fell upon them, plunging them into almost complete darkness. Then it was chaos. The spirit army was upon them in a matter of seconds. They attacked with a vengeance, a mess of swords and claws. Sam and Dean tried desperately to fight back, but they only had two shotguns and Ruby's knife in the way of weaponry. Sam aimed his gun at one of the harpies and fired. The harpy managed to evade the blast and lunged forward, plunging her talons into Sam's shoulders.
"Dean!"
"Sammy, hang on!" The army swarmed on Dean, more coming faster than he could blast them out of the way. Dean watched helplessly as the harpy carried Sam away, up the mountain and out of sight.
Then there was peace. Just as suddenly as they attacked, they dispersed; resuming their journey up the mountain. Dean watched them go, panting with exhaustion and furious with himself. They want me to go up that mountain. They want me to try and rescue Sam and Cas. Gabriel was right. Dean felt horribly guilty; Gabriel had warned them of the danger, and now Sam was paying the price for it. No. Dean stormed over to his car and began loading the guns with fierce determination. I lost Sam once; I'm not losing him again.
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Sam woke up in a stone cave. He tried to stand before realizing that he was chained to the wall. He slumped against the wall, trying to calm down. He didn't have long.
"Hey Sam, long time no see." Sam looked around wildly, trying to locate the source of the voice.
"You're so cute when you're confused." A girl with long brown hair stepped out of the shadows, wearing a smirk that was all too familiar to Sam.
"Ruby." He growled.
"Sharp as always."
"How are you still alive? Dean killed you." Sam smiled, "And I helped him do it," he added with satisfaction. Ruby laughed and knelt down in front of him.
"Please, Lucifer gave me that knife. You don't think he can reverse the effects? I'm the one who set him free after all. No wait," she smirked "that was you."
"You bitch!" Ruby cocked her head to the side.
"Still trying to blame me, are you? Still can't accept the fact that you betrayed Dean and drank demon blood all on your own? Like I said before, I gave you the choice and you picked it every single time." Sam's breathing grew ragged, he wanted nothing more than to break free and pummel Ruby's smug face.
"You're a monster Sam, and you can deny it all you want. But we both know that you secretly loved drinking the blood. Loved how it made you feel." Sam turned his face away from her, trying to control his rage.
"No," he managed to say, "You're wrong." Ruby leaned in until their faces were only inches apart.
"I wonder, what would Dean say if he found out that his precious little brother was so far from human, that he wanted to kill him and drink him dry?" Before Sam could reply, Ruby had vanished, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
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Climbing the mountain was not easy; especially with the demonic wind threatening to tear him lose. But Dean wouldn't stop until he had both Castiel and Sam back. Even if it killed him. Hearing the screech of the harpies, Dean pressed himself against the stone wall, trying to shield himself in a small crevice. The less freaky beings with sharp talons, the better. Forcing himself to remain silent, Dean watched the harpies fight each other, slashing with their talons and attempting to snap each other's wings. One harpy flew straight down and captured something in her talons. Dean's stomach clenched when he watched the thing, whatever it was, flailing pitifully in the harpy's clutches before it was dropped hundreds of feet to its death. Praying to God that hadn't happened to Sam, Dean kept climbing. He still had a long way to the very top, but with a grunt, he pulled himself up onto a sturdy looking ledge and was horrified by what he saw.
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