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Hey guys, I'm taking a Hiatus as I think about where to go with this story. I was trying to write the next chapter and realized I was just forcing myself to write instead of feeling the story and enjoying what I wrote. I wasn't happy with the outcome, and so I will be taking a break to try and rethink the story.
Feel free to comment whether I should end it in a few chapters or keep the story going. I have plans for both and your input would be much welcomed.
Blood adorned the walls of the cell, some of it old, most of it new. The screams that had echoed through the halls of Limbo finally ceased. A lone figure walked out of the cell, blood splattered on his clothes. His hands dripped dark red.
A demon was next to him in a moment.
"Sir, what shall I do with the body?"
The man's voice was clipped, sharp. It left no room for error. "Burn it."
"Yes sir."
Sam Winchester left the demon to deal with the carcass as he made his way to his room. He wanted to clean up so he could make a good first impression with the Pagan Gods. After all, it will be their one and only meeting with him.
Dante fixed his tie for the tenth time as he waited in the throne room for his Lord's vessel to return. His last conversation with the vessel wasn't on the best of terms, and considering Sam Winchester's track record with the last couple of demons he didn't like...
"Dante."
Dante turned to see his Lord's vessel standing by his throne, arms crossed in front of his chest.
He offered a low bow. "Sir. I have brought you the blood you requested."
Clapping his hands twice, Dante cued the demons outside. Two demons in suits dragged a bound demon into the throne room. She was unceremoniously thrown to the ground and thus abandoned as the two demons left, shutting the double doors after them.
The demon slowly stood up and snapped her bindings. She rubbed her sore wrists before looking up.
"Sam." Ruby smirked. "What a pleasure to see you again. Oh, wait. No it's not. You'll understand that I don't like you right now, right? After all, you did send me to Alistair." She sneered the torturer's name. Ruby's next statement was stopped before it ever started as she clawed at her throat, gasping for air.
"You want me to drain her? You know our history." The vessel was holding his hand up towards Ruby. He was choking her.
Dante quickly defended himself so as to not be next. "Sir, that's exactly why I chose her. She lost your trust, you sent her away to be tortured, and she knows your secret. If you drain her of all her blood, you'll not only be getting the strength you need, you'll also be killing off a huge thorn in your side."
The vessel seemed to contemplate Dante's words, mulling them over. He finally dropped Ruby to the ground where she lay gasping for air.
"I'll be leaving immediately after I finish. You're in charge until I get back."
Dante gave a slight bow. "I'll serve well in your absence."
Dante looked up to see the double doors outside the throne room. His Lord's vessel had kicked him out.
Sam threw the empty vessel to the ground with hardly a glance. He could feel the power pulsing through his veins. Sam was ready.
Sam teleported to Dean's body. He could feel the other Winchester in the house, but the living room he was standing in had only Christmas decorations and furniture. No Dean. Sam could feel a power behind him.
"Well fudge! It looks like we have a visitor, dear." A sickly sweet voice sounded from Sam's right. He turned to see one of the Pagan Gods standing in the doorway to what looked to be the kitchen. The other Pagan God appeared next to her, a pipe in his mouth.
"A visitor? I didn't hear the doorbell ring. Who are you, scamp?" The smiles were all fake. The pleasantries were all fake. They were fake. Sam could see straight through them, but apparently they didn't know who he was.
"I'm looking for someone. Someone you crossed paths with." Sam glowered at the Pagan Gods. "I'm looking for my brother."
The Gods looked at each other and back at Sam. "Well, golly son. I didn't realize you were a hunter. I would've kept out our ingredients." The man teleported behind Sam and hit him over the head. Sam didn't so much as blink.
"Where's my brother?" Sam turned around and grabbed the Pagan God by his throat. "Where are my brother's bones?"
The other sweater-clad God furrowed her brows. "Put him down! Don't you know who you're messing with?"
Sam stopped her in her tracks with a glare, his powers holding her in place. "Don't you know who I am?" Sam snapped the neck of the Pagan God in his hands like it was a twig. "I can feel my brother close by, but I can't tell from where." Sam looked at the body at his feet. His temper rose. "You've eaten everything, haven't you?"
The woman sputtered. "W-we... It's tradition to..."
Sam saw red. He teleported behind the remaining Pagan God and whispered in her ear, "I'd say it was nice meeting you two, but, in fact, it wasn't."
He snapped his fingers and blood started to pour out of the Pagan God's eyes and ears. She didn't even have time to scream out before she fell to the ground, dead.
Sam teleported out of the house and waved his hand dismissively at it. The entire house was engulfed in flames. Sam watched the hungry flames devour the house in minutes. The other houses on the block were left unscathed.
By the time the fire department arrived, the flames had subsided. All that was left was the mailbox by the street.