Disclaimer: As much as I love the boys, I don't own them or Supernatural.
"Are you sure he's going to show?" Bobby asked. "It's already seven past midnight, and he hasn't shown yet."
Dean sighed. After seeing Walter touch the girl who went crazy over shoes on the shoulder, Dean, Bobby, Isaac and Tamara took his picture around the town and asked around about him. Walter hadn't been in town very long, but those who know him said he was a nice fellow who usually kept to himself, and he came to the local bar every night, like clockwork. To Dean, the clock was faulty.
"I dunno, Bobby. We've been sitting here for three hours now, and we haven't seen anything even remotely suspicious. Maybe we should call-" Dean was interrupted as a car drove up and parked beside them. Dean rolled his window down to talk to the driver of the other car.
"We checked out the guy's house. Sulfur was everywhere. There's no way he's not a demon." Isaac put his hand on Tamara's thigh. "Now all we have to do is exorcise the bitch."
Bobby was skeptical. "I think we should learn more about Walter before we attack." Three heads stared at him with shocked expressions.
Dean didn't mask the "how stupid are you" tone of his voice. "Bobby, we are this close to ganking the damn thing, and you want to sit on the bench? No way, man."
Bobby glared at the hunters before him. "If we go in there half-cocked, blood will be shed, and I'm not meaning the demon. I have a feeling that something is off about this hunt. This ain't a simple job like we think it is, so stay in your damned seats and wait!"
No sooner had Bobby finished than another truck pulled up. Once it parked, a man stepped out and headed towards the bar.
"That's him." Isaac whispered. All four hunters were so caught up in watching Walter that no one noticed the car that pulled into the parking lot and park a few feet away.
Sam was happy to see Walter pull up to the town bar. It took him an hour and a half to find him, and Sam was getting restless trailing him. He could still feel the evil flowing through him. All Sam wanted was to end this and make Azazel help him figure out how to dispose of what he considered poison.
Sam parked right as Walter walked into the bar, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Sam could feel the dark energy emitted from the bar, and he somehow knew that everyone inside was a demon. Every. Last. Person. To make matters worse, the demons in the bar were the Seven Deadly Sins: Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, Envy, Pride, and Wrath.
Taking a deep breath, Sam stepped out of the car. Sitting on his ass wasn't going to get the job done, and the faster he killed the Sins, the faster he could detox himself from the poison he carried. As Sam walked up to the door of the bar, he could've sworn he felt someone watching him.
"What now? We can't see jack squat from here." Dean looked at Bobby, still not happy with his plan to sit on the sidelines.
"Me and Isaac can go undercover and scope the place out." Tamara offered. As Isaac started to complain, Tamara placed her finger on his lips. "C'mon love, don't tell me you're scared."
Isaac pulled her hand down to his lap. "I don't want anything to happen to you. Maybe you should wait here."
"It can't be." Dean's voice was barely audible, the pain laced in it heartbreaking. Isaac, Tamara, and Bobby followed Dean's eyes to see the figure walking up to the bar. At the door, the figure paused and looked back.
Isaac looked at the frozen forms to his left. "Who is that guy?"
As the figure disappeared into the bar, Dean found his voice. "That's my brother."
All eyes turned to look at Sam as he entered the bar. Time seemed to stop, silence filled the air. Mustering up all his courage, Sam made his way over to the bar. A brunette waltzed over to him.
"What can I get you?" She stared down at him, not even pretending to hide the disgusted look on her face.
Sam tilted his head at her, a name entering his mind. "Greed, how good to see you." He smirked as the shocked look upon her face. Ignoring the sounds of the others surrounding him, Sam continued. "I'm not here for a drink, just to talk."
Turning around, Sam stared down the demons around him. "I heard the seven of you have been going against Azazel's wishes."
The Seven Deadly Sins sneered at Azazel's name. "That excuse for a demon doesn't hold power over us! He's lucky we only walked away and didn't take him down instead." The businessman, Pride, scoffed.
On the outside, Sam was as relaxed and confident as ever, but on the inside, dread was building inside of him. To keep the charade going, Sam rolled his eyes. "You really think you could get away with walking out? That makes Azazel's followers think it's okay to bail out whenever they want. You didn't expect to leave the army scotch-free, did you?"
The Sins laughed. Greed stepped closer and asked, "Who are you? You're not a demon, but you're not exactly human, either."
The demons stiffened as they felt the presence of hunters nearby. The bar's bouncer, Wrath, moved over to the door and locked the bar down. Black eyes returned to Sam.
Dean slammed into the doors, growling in frustration as his efforts did nothing to break down the barrier. Sammy, his brother, was so close to him, and yet he couldn't do anything to help him. Who knows how many demons were inside that bar. What was Sam doing here? Did he not see Dean, or was he purposely ignoring him? Was it coincidence that he walked into the same bar as the demon Dean was hunting?
Dean was pulled out of his musings when he heard Bobby's shout.
"I found something!" Isaac and Tamara continued to hit the doors as Dean ran over to Bobby. He was standing by a window. "I know it's not much, but since we can't get the doors to budge, I figured at least we could see what was happening inside."
Dean looked inside, and his heart dropped. Inside, he saw Sam surrounded by seven demons. He inwardly cringed as he saw the demons closing in on his brother. As Sam spoke again, Dean was amazed at how calm he was. So Sam walking into the same bar Dean was staking out wasn't a coincidence after all.
The distraction was brief, yet welcome. Sam didn't know what caught the demon's attention, but it gave him enough of a breather to begin formulating a plan. Thankful that he could think fast on his feet, Sam waited for one of the demons to speak.
The blonde, Lust, granted his wish. "I don't care what he is; I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that." She licked her lips seductively.
Pride glared at Lust. "Stop flirting with the intruder. Once we figure out how Azazel found us, you can have your way with him."
Sam turned his attention to Walter Rosen. "You can thank Envy for that. I've been following him since his little shopping venture earlier today." A muffled shout was heard outside the bar doors.
The bartender, Gluttony, smacked Envy upside the head. "What the Hell did you do? What happened to lay low until this demon-army thing blows over?" Something was banging on the doors to the bar.
"I wanted to have some fun, can you blame me? It's not like any of you haven't been sick of playing it safe! Hell, Sloth went out and got an entire family not too long ago!" Envy shot back.
The sounds outside got increasingly more frantic.
Sloth shrugged and downed the rest of his beer. "I was bored."
"Fuck this! There's no way I'm letting some punk-ass human walk into my bar and start a fight between us. We are better than this!" Gluttony shoved a jug of bleach into Sam's hands, placing his left hand on Sam's shoulder. "Drink up, pretty boy."