Day of the Dead
Chapter Eight: Tendencies
Dean walked into the library and sat at the table with the others. "He's gone." They'd been waiting for the right time to talk about the crap John had happed on their last hunt. Dean was livid. He didn't understand how his father could offer the girls up to a Djinn like that. Needless to say he was now on board with the whole mind control angle. John had been a lot of things, but he'd never been a monster. "Cas, c'mon man, he's not here and we could use some help." He looked up when he heard the fluttering wings.
"What's going on?" Castiel took a seat at the table beside Elena.
Dean sighed, scrubbing his hands over his face. "Dad tried to kill the girls by locking them in with a Djinn." Just saying it aloud pissed him off.
Cas sighed and looked between Dalia and Elena. "We're alright, Cas," Elena assured him.
He nodded and looked at Sam. "I believe you were on the right track before when you assumed Crowley had something to do with it." He folded his hands and leaned forward on his elbows. "It appears an angel, Malachi, has been secretly working for Crowley for some time now. That's how your father's soul was able to escape heaven." He looked across the table at Dean. "He's been dealt with."
Dean nodded and sighed. He looked over at Sam. "Crowley's still in the basement. Let's go have another chat." They got up and headed down to the dungeon.
Crowley looked up when they walked in. "Well, this is interesting. What can I do for you?" he asked, an arrogant smirk on his face.
"Cut the crap, Crowley." Dean crossed his arms, glaring at him. He wanted nothing more than to send the son of a bitch to purgatory. "We know that you had an angel help you get Dad's soul out of heaven." He leaned forward on the table, getting eye level with Crowley. "Why?"
Crowley sighed, sitting back as he rolled his eyes. "It's hard to find good help these days."
"Why did you bring Dad back?" Dean snapped. He was losing his patients.
"I'll tell you what, Squirrel. I'll tell you about my plans, but it'll cost you." He smirked, looking up at Dean. "Just slip these chains off for me."
"That's not going to happen." Dean looked back at Dalia, nodding his head. She picked up a jug of holy water and started towards Crowley.
"Gonna use me to get off again?" Crowley asked, watching her approach.
Dalia unscrewed the cap, looking down at Crowley. "Not this time." She bent down next to his ear and flicked her eyes over to Dean. "See, it turns him on when I torture demons." She stood up and forced Crowley's head back, upending the jug, she forced the holy water down his throat. Crowley screamed and gurgled as his skin and insides bubbled, burned, and blistered. He thrashed about, but Dalia held his head still until the water was gone. He was gasping for air when she let his head go. "Want to tell us your plans yet?"
He glared up at her, hatred burning in his eyes. "I can't wait until you get back to hell," he hissed. "I'm going to spend days skinning you alive before I turn you into my personal whore."
Dalia punched him hard enough to break his nose and walked back over to Dean. He turned and looked at Sam. "You're up." Sam cracked his neck and stepped forwards. He had a long knife in his hand and a box of salt. Dean let him spend an hour on Crowley before he called him off. Crowley still wasn't talking. Dean sighed and held his hand out towards Castiel. The angel dropped an angel blade into his hand. Dean walked forward as Elena and Dalia moved the table out of the way.
Crowley glared up at him. "What are you going to do? Kill me? It won't save your daddy."
Dean cut a long line down Crowley's chest, letting the blood flow. "Oh, I'm going to kill you, after you tell me what's going on." He clenched his jaw, blocking out memories of doing this in hell, blocking out what it'd been like holding the first blade, being a demon. He focused on the task at hand. Helping his father. He drew another long like down Crowley's chest.
"Alright, alright," he pleaded. "I'll tell you." Dean took a step back, watching him as he panted and bled. "I brought your father back, that's true. But that's not all I did." A deadly smirk played over Crowley's lips. "I have complete control over your father. Nothing about him is truly John. Everything he's done, everything he's said, has been my doing."
Dean growled and slammed the angel blade into Crowley's leg, getting a sick jolt of pleasure from his scream. "You listen to me you sick son of a bitch, you're going to stop it."
Crowley laughed and threw his head back, looking up at Dean. "I can't. The only way to break the control is to kill your father."
Dean swore as they started back up the stairs. For all they knew, Crowley was telling the truth. He glanced at Castiel. "Can you do anything about this?" he asked as they walked into the kitchen. Cas didn't get a chance to reply. John had been waiting for them. He must have heard them in the basement. He grabbed Elena and pulled her against his chest, holding a knife against her throat. "Dad!"
"Let her go," Sam demanded.
"That's not going to happen." John reached out and touched the enochian sigil on the fridge, blasting Castiel away. He pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at Sam and Dean. "I tried to make you boys see. Tried to do this the easy way." He shook his head. "Now we're going to do it my way." He shot Sam and Dean in the knees, rendering them incapable of doing anything.
"Dean!" Dalia started towards him but John shot her in the shoulder.
"You're coming with me." He motioned her across the room.
"Dad, don't do this," Dean pleaded. John ignored him as he forced the girls out of the bunker. Dean groaned, trying to push himself up, trying to get to Sam. They were going to have to kill their father.
John managed to get the girls to the garage without any issues. Once he had them there he forced Dalia to tie Elena up before he tied Dalia up. He shoved them into the backseat and drove out of the bunker. He had a few cabins that he's used over the years. He'd find one and get rid of the girls in his own time. Once they were gone Sam and Dean would realize how blind they'd been, how much of a hindrance they'd been. As soon as the girls were gone, he'd have his sons back.