Disclaimer: As sad as it is, I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters.
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Bobby tried his hardest to figure out why these seven demons were working together, especially when they started to bicker. Realization dawned as the argument peaked.
"Dean, we need to get Sam out of there, NOW!" Bobby turned and started to run towards his car.
Dean, heart racing, followed suit. "What's wrong, Bobby? Did you see something I didn't?"
Getting in his car and slamming the doors shut, Bobby whips out his phone, dialing as he turns the car around. "Isaac? You and Tamara need to move. Now." He throws his phone in the backseat and backs the car up at top speeds, slamming into the bar doors with the back of his car.
"What the hell, Bobby?"
Bobby moves forward to try again. "Those aren't your run of the mill demons; they're the Seven Deadly Sins. If we don't get Sam out of there now, he might not make it out of there at all."
Dean sits in shock as the back of the car knocks down the bar doors. He turns in his seat to see Sam raising a jug of bleach to his lips while one of the Sins gripped his shoulder.
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Sam fought the urge to drink the bleach. Deep down inside, he knew it would kill him, but his body wasn't obeying his orders. Slowly, the bleach rose. In the back of his mind, Sam thought some of the demons might have moved towards the front of the bar, maybe there was the sound of a scuffle, but his attention was on stopping himself from getting poisoned.
Wait. Poison!
Sam turned his focus to the hand gripping his shoulder. Taking a calming breath, he started to steal the demonic energy from his would-be killer.
The bleach fell to the floor as Gluttony yanked his hand away from Sam's shoulder. "What?"
The sounds of a scuffle became louder. Sam turned to see Dean, Bobby, and two other people, probably hunters, fighting off six of the Seven Deadly Sins. How did Dean find him? When did Bobby back his car into the bar? Sam had a million questions, but they had to wait. His family needed him.
Sam raced into action, grabbing Gluttony's shoulder and draining him of his demonic energy. He turned back to the fight as the demon's body dropped lifelessly to the ground at his feet. Holding his right hand out in front of him Sam yanked the Sins away from the hunters and threw them into the far wall.
Warmth dripped down Sam's chin, blackness quickly stealing his sight. The last thing he's aware of before he's taken by unconsciousness is a familiar shout.
"Sammy!"
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Dean couldn't help the feeling of frustration mounting inside of him. Sam was right in front of him, but the freaking Seven Deadly Sins blocked his way. Or, to be more precise, six of the seven Sins.
Dean faced off against the demons, throwing holy water at any that got too close. He knew better than to try hand-to-hand combat with these demons. Throwing more water as one got too close, Dean's eyes flicked over to Sam. He had his back to Dean, his hand gripping the demon's shoulder.
A movement off to the side made Dean turn, holy water showering over the demon, steam coming off his business suit. As the sizzling ended, the demon sneered at Dean.
"You can't hold us off forever. Sooner or later you'll run out of your precious holy water."
Dean laughed. "Yeah, well sooner or later your ass will be exorcised." Dean's face fell as he failed to throw more holy water at the demon. "Shit! Guys, I need back up, I'm all out of holy-" Dean ducked the demon's fist, "-water."
His request for help was not answered. The hunters' were out of the life-saving substance. Dean evaded another punch, this time giving a jab of his own to the demon's face. Much to his surprise, the demon flew across the room, slamming into the far wall. Seeing five more demons slam into the wall, Dean surmised he didn't punch the demon hard enough to fling him across the room. Bummer.
The threat gone, Dean immediately looked at his brother, surprised to see Sam lower his arm. His brother threw six of the Seven Deadly Sins across the room? Seeing the lifeless body on the floor at Sam's feet, Dean couldn't help wondering if his brother exorcised the demon or found a way to kill it.
Dean was ripped out of his musings when he saw red start to gush from the youngest Winchester's nose. Blood was dripping down Sam's face; his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. Dean jumped up and rushed to his sibling's aid.
"Sammy!" Dean caught Sam and gently lowered him to the ground. "Bobby, we need an exorcism while the demons are down!"
Bobby's words did nothing to comfort the worried Winchester. "They're gone, Dean. They ran after their flight. I'll go outside and scan the immediate area, see if they are still around." Silence filled the air as the back door shut behind the old hunter.
The sound of two guns being cocked turned the crestfallen brother's head. Dean's eyes grew wide, then narrowed as Isaac and Tamara aimed their pistols at Sam.
"You didn't tell us the boy was a demon." Isaac's voice was cold, deadly serious.
"He's not a demon." Dean looked at his brother, blood still coming out of his nose. "He's not." Dean's voice was barely a whisper.
Sensing Dean losing his resolve, Tamara pushed. "How do you explain the demons being thrown across the room? How do you explain the touch of Gluttony," nods at the prone form of the demon on the floor, "not having any effect?"
The back door opened and Bobby entered the bar. He froze when he saw his old friends. "What the hell is going on here?"
"They're trying to kill Sam." Dean looked at Bobby pleadingly. "Please, Bobby, Sam needs medical attention."
Bobby looked from one hunter to the next, then squared his shoulders. "Isaac, Tamara, put your damned guns down. We saw some questionable things tonight, to be sure, but we are not, are NOT, going to let Sam die in this God-forsaken bar."
"He's a demon." Isaac sneered.
Bobby rolled his eyes. "Whether or not that is true, we don't shoot demons and you know it. Stop being so pig-headed and help me get the boy into my car. If he's a demon, we'll exorcise him, but not until we deal with his wounds. Now, you can either help, or get outta my way." Bobby's voice left no room for debate.
Tamara lowered her gun, motioning for Isaac to do the same. As Isaac slowly lowered his weapon with a sigh, Dean and Bobby carefully carried over to Bobby's car and gently lowered his still form into the backseat.
Bobby pulled out of the bar parking lot and sped towards Isaac and Tamara's house, his old friends close behind. Dean was sitting next to his brother, Sam's head lying in his lap. Looking at the two boys in the rearview mirror, Bobby inwardly sighed. It was going to be a long night ahead of them.