"I will die here in this sorrow..."
Resurrection by the Misfits
"Hold on," Dean said as he held his hand out. "I think you're confused we have never met you before."
Sam's eyes grew wide, as he examined the black haired man in front of him. He thought of the probability of this man knowing them. It was unlikely, but the Winchester's were known for defeating the odds many times before. Dean had been to Hell and back. Had survived pagan gods, bloody Mary, a wendigo, demons, ghosts, poltergeists, angels, reapers, the gates of Hell opening, Azazel, Hook Man, killer clowns, and so many other things that go bump in the night. Sam bit the inside of his cheek growing more and more nervous.
"No, I do." Zak said in a serious tone. The look in Zak's eyes made Sam sure that this man was not lying, and was not crazy. He had seen the determined look in a man's eye like that many times, he saw it every time he would look at his late father, and now his older brother. As much as Sam didn't like it, Sam had an admiration for this man. The way he carried himself, the way he threw Dean against the wall with no second thought, and now the determined look that Sam knew only too well.
Sam gritted his teeth knowing that he had to delay this huge out spilling of information just for a few more moments, "First we need to help your friend, this can wait." Sam instructed as he walked past the man who called himself Zak. He made his way over to his pack that he brought with him and pulled out the first aid kit and zipped the black backpack shut. Kneeling next to the man with the bullet wound he opened the first aid kit, and took the contents out. Bandages, some antiseptic wipes, gauze, scissors, an epi-pen, a needle, some floss, a stake, a bottle of holy water, a small silver dagger, a cross, a rosary and a small bottle of holy oil. This was the typical make shift hunter, first aid kit it could help you exorcise a demon, and bandage a bullet wound.
Sam threaded the needle with floss and turned to the man with the wound, whose eyes were as big as saucers, "Who the Hell are you guys?" He asked as he looked at the contents of the kit scattered across the dirty wooden floor.
In response Sam took his tweezers and began digging the bullet out which luckily wasn't too deep. The man wailed in pain and after a few moments the bullet was extracted. Sam then cleaned the wound and began sewing his wound, and obtained the response he wanted. A yelp of pain escaped the man's lips. Sam just continued his work looking up occasionally to see if the man was sustaining his composure. He would see the man's lip twitch with each prick of the needle but didn't show any other signs of being in pain.
Zak and Dean stood in silence as one another sized the other up. Dean examined Zak, he was tall, but Dean was taller by an inch or so. He was muscular and fit, and obviously had some training in either Mixed Martial Arts, or some sort of street fighting that made military melee trained Dean roll his eyes. His hair was black or deep dark brown but the color was hard to determine, and was fashioned in a mohawk that was similar to his own.
His eye color would usually be hard to determine in the lighting but Dean had been glaring into them so much that from what he could tell they were bright blue. Not as intense blue as Cas' but more of a deep blue that was slightly daunting. This man would be intimidating but the look of shock on his face made it hard for Dean to take him serious.
Dean already knew this man wasn't a demon the man, named Zak had already made his way through the door which Sam had spray painted a quick devil's trap. He knew a little bit about Zak, that he was roughly Dean's age, had a television show about hunting ghosts, and he was not a demon. Dean pulled his silver knife from his pocket and walked over to Zak and pulled on his arm.
A shocked Zak pulled his arm away, "What the hell?" He asked as he stepped back from Dean. Zak was already so shocked by his discovery of the men that he had been looking for, for months and now one of them was trying to slit his wrist.
"It's a test just give me your arm." Dean said in an annoyed tone. Reluctantly Zak held his arm out and Dean quickly made a gash on Zak's forearm.
"Fuck!" Zak yelled as he grabbed his now bleeding arm.
"Not a shifter…" Dean said as he wiped off his knife with his grey shirt and slid the knife back in his pocket, "Not a demon, not a werewolf, not a vamp… Or at least I'm guessing."
"Vampires? Werewolfs? What kind of messed up freaks are you?" Aaron asked as he stared at Dean and Sam in horror.
"They're Sam and Dean Winchester. Wanted for murder, but were said to have died. They are both over six foot tall, and have a pentagram tattoo over their heart but from what I learned it's an anti-possession symbol, and they are hunters," Zak proclaimed as four sets of eyes were on him.
Dean pushed him against the wall with his forearm across his chest. Dean and Zak stared at each other, as Dean had expected Zak had blue eyes. And as Zak knew too well from staring at the photo that Dean had green eyes but for the first time he could see them in person. "Who the hell are you?" Dean snarled.
"I'm Zak Bagans." He answered as he felt Dean press him harder against the wall. "I saw your mug shots… and I knew you from somewhere."
"And?" Dean asked, gritting his teeth, just waiting for an answer.
"And… I figured it out…" Zak muttered, "I finally have figured it out." Zak said as he stared at Dean as if he was the oasis in the desert.
Dean felt violated, "Spit it out!" Dean yelled. All this time of finally thinking that he had finally had a chance to restart it was over. It was all over.
"I receive a lot of videos of aspiring paranormal investigators who want to hit the big time. I get about five a week. I've seen it all the Ghost Hunters, the Supernatural Knights, and my favorite name the Paranormal Pricks." Zak said with a small smile, "I would usually watch a few minutes then throw them in the trash. But one group stood out…" Zak said with a smile, "I began watching it because they all looked like idiots."
"No…" Dean said as he backed away slowly, "You don't mean…" He looked over at his brother who looked up from his work stitching up Nick.
"They called themselves the Ghost Facers." Zak said as he reminisced on the video.
Dean grunted, "Those damn idiots can't stop ruining shit for us!" He yelled as he ran his hands through his hair. Dean stared at Sam in horror.
"I thought we were able to delete the footage?" Sam asked in shock.
"Apparently those chuckle heads sent them to the Ghost Adventure's douche bags before we could!" Dean proclaimed, he stared at Zak, "I thought you said that you only watched a few minutes of each of the entries?"
Zak shrugged, "Well you and your brother acted as if you knew what you were doing." Zak uttered as he glanced over at Nick.
"Wait… You said you just now remembered. What triggered your sudden epiphany?" Sam asked as his natural curiosity came into play once more.
Zak laughed, "Well seeing you in the setting of the dark, your voices and the night vision, made me remember."
Dean and Sam looked at each other with annoyance. "Well let's just get you guys out of this crazy house, never speak of this again and then we can all hold hands and shoot rainbows and butterflies out our asses." Dean said as he walked past Zak and picked up one of the cameras and pushed it into Zak's hands.
"We aren't leaving!" Nick said from the bed that he lay. Now four pairs of eyes were on him, one hazel pair, one blue pair, one green pair, and a brown pair, though he continued to speak with confidence though his voice was low from the pain that he had to just endure. "We have a lockdown scheduled here. The doors are pad locked shut the only way we are getting out is if there is an emergency."
Dean rolled his eyes and stood in the doorway once more. A sudden force hit Dean's back making him stumble forward. "What the hell?" He asked as he turned around to see a man with a black mo hawk, and a small beard standing in the door way. "Who the hell is this?"
"Who the hell are you?" Billy yelled. He scanned the room and finally saw Zak, Aaron, and Nick. "Oh thank, God!" He said as he rushed over to Zak, "You guys okay?" He asked as he saw the pool of blood on the floor from Nick's wound. "Nick, holy shit. What happened?"
Zak quickly explained the whole situation, from the Ghost Facers, to Zak throwing Dean into a wall. "Wait… A hunter? Like deer and moose?" Billy asked as Dean and Sam looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Everything you were told about as a child exists. Vampires, werewolves, witches, ghosts, angels, demons, everything." Sam explained as Nick, Aaron, and Billy stared at him in disbelief.
"We fight them, kick their ass's send them back to where ever they came from. Send them back to hell." Dean said as he pointed to the door, "So you four get on that radio of yours and call and have them open the doors and leave."
"We are not leaving." Zak said as his mind went back to the girl.
"Um… Zak…" Billy called, "All of our equipment is dead." He said in a shaky tone.
"Dead?" Aaron asked as he made his way over to a camera and lifted it up. He quickly checked it to find no power. He checked the other cameras as Billy checked the EVP recorders and the Mel meter. "No freaking way…" He said as he walked over to Zak and handed him a camera to look at, "All of it is dead."
"We have experienced this before but nothing to this caliber." Zak replied as he put his head in his hands. "Shit!" He yelled as he through the camera at the wall. Pieces of it flew across the room like small bullets.
Dean stared at the man in surprise. He was holding back, "Listen, you guys need to go." Dean proclaimed as he realized that they were wasting time. They had a job to do and standing here was not going to find the girl.
"We can't leave!" Zak yelled in a shaky tone as he looked up from his hands.
"This isn't just an everyday ghost that you guys are used to. This is something more." Sam explained trying to make them see the danger that they were truly in.
Zak turned to Sam and glared, "You don't understand." He muttered as he closed his eyes. The girl's face was all he saw. Hanging from the ceiling by chains, he needed to find her.
"What do you mean we don't understand? We have been to Hell and back!" Dean yelled, the meaning of the term meaning two different things.
Zak simply looked at Dean, "I know you have."
"Like hell if you do!" Dean yelled, "How the fuck would you know?"
Zak hit the point where he was done having to explain his position. So he smiled smugly and said in a sweet voice, "Dean, Azazel told me to tell you hello."
Like a bullet leaving a gun the words hit Dean as he gritted his teeth and pulled his demon blade from his jeans and pinned Zak against the wall, "How the fuck do you know who Azazel is?" He growled as he held the knife against Zak's throat.
"Depends."
"Depends? On what?"
"You let me stay and find the girl, and I will tell you what I know." Zak explained as he tried to ignore the cold steel that was being pressed against his esophagus.
Dean hated deals. A deal was the reason he went to hell. A deal was the reason his father is now in hell. He hated them but he needed to know what Zak knew. "Fine." Dean spat, "But if you mess up, if you put me or my brother in any type of trouble and I swear to God I will blow your brains out. No hesitation." Dean moved off of Zak and put the knife back.
Zak accepted the terms, he knew Dean wouldn't hesitate, he knew there was a good chance that he wasn't going to make it out of this asylum. But that was a chance he was willing to take. "I've been having nightmares lately." Zak begun, "Well I have nightmares a lot. We all do…" He said as he motioned to Nick, Aaron, and Billy. "Just part of the job. But these dreams, they were different. They seemed almost evil, so sinister that I would wake up in a cold sweat.
"My first few dreams were nothing that I couldn't handle. But once I started noticing them effect my day to day life. They were happening more often, and were worse. Drowning, being burned alive, being eaten by cannibals, but the one thing they had in common was the same person was the cause of it." He said quietly.
"What was the name of this thing?" Sam asked quizzically like he always did.
Zak cringed at the thought of his dreams and the name of the beast that had been haunting them, "Beelzebub."
Sam's mind flickered back to a book he had read, Lord of the Flies, the book itself he had read years before, but the name Beelzebub stuck in his head for some reason. "What do you know about him?" Sam questioned.
Zak in as many words as he could explained his dream. But it wasn't until he spoke of the two who fell with Lucifer was when Sam finally spoke.
"The three who fell from Hell were Beelzebub, Lucifer, and bife, I remember reading about them in a lore book that I got from Bobby." Sam said as he paced back and forth. "Beelzebub is known for being a real piece of shit." Sam said quietly.
Dean knew he had to take charge, "We need to find a girl. Friend of ours was taken." Dean said as he placed his demon blade back into his pocket.
"A girl…" Zak whispered, "I've had visions of a girl." He said.
"Of course you did…" Dean said as he turned to Zak, "Here's what is going to happen, there is three levels, Zak, and I take floor one, Sam and baldy take floor two." Dean instructed.
"What about Nick and I?" Billy asked.
"I'm glad you asked. You stay here with him. He's been shot." Dean said. Billy wanted to object but decided arguing with the crazy guy with a gun wouldn't be a very good idea.
Nick's stomach churned but sat in silence trying to not think of the throbbing pain that filled his whole body. As much as he wanted to be part of the mission. He knew he couldn't he had his family to think about.
Dean went to his bag and pulled out a couple bottles of holy water and gave one to each man, "Here take this." He said, "It's holy water, few drops of this and you'll be all set." He then looked over to Sam.
"Dean, do you know the exorcism?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis blah blah blah blah." Dean said, he was getting annoyed with Sam's doubt in him.
Sam nodded and grabbed a knife and a gun and handed one to Aaron, "Ready?" The man nodded shyly with a nervous gleam in his eyes.
"Sammy," Dean began as his brother turned to look at him, "Be careful."
Sam nodded to his brother and turned on his heal and exited as the mission ahead of them filled his head.
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