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Chapter 34

Bobby packed the candles, bowl, and ingredients necessary, then he and the Winchesters were off. Sam had decided that summoning a demon at his friend's house was too dangerous for everyone, so instead, they headed off to a place where it didn't matter if the demon recognized the area. As long as it wasn't anywhere they could go back later and cause any damage to anyone, including innocent bystanders. The first place that crossed the younger Winchesters mind, was the abandoned ramshackled building he and Dean had been prisoner in by Brady and Meg.

Chills ran down his spine as they pulled up to it and part of him contemplated suggesting they maybe find a different old abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. Sam sneaked a glance at his brother to see if he too was feeling the sense of unease. Dean had been eyeing the building cautiously, though because of what had happened to him in there about a month ago or because it looked like at any given second it would come crashing down on top of them, the younger sibling couldn't tell.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Bobby asked. Sam nodded.

"Yeah, yeah I'm sure."

The four of them carefully made their way into the building, listening for any warning signs that it may be collapsing in on them. They found the room that was the most put together, the same one Sam and Dean had been in before, and got to work setting up the trap and summoning the demon. While Bobby found a good spot to set up, Sam came across his old cell phone. It was useless to him now being that not only was it dead, but Mary had bought him a new one not long after they brought Dean home from the hospital. He pocketed the device anyway before turning back to the task at hand.

Every now and then the hunter would shoot quick glances at either of the Winchester boys, silently gauging their well being. Sam's eyes never reached the ceiling, even when Bobby suggested that they maybe write the Devil's Trap there so that the demon didn't immediately see it and flee. Or worse. Luckily, Sam's fear didn't have to come to full bloom due to Dean pointing out the height of the ceiling was over their reach. The closest one was Sam and even he would have needed a boost. Ultimately they had to draw on the floor, along with the Baphomet symbol needed for the actual summoning. Once they were finished, Bobby positioned and lit the candles and placed the bowl full of ingredients in the center before reciting, "ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me."

The floor beneath them shook slightly and the few lights that they had used so that they could see flickered before settling. Everyone turned to see a dark haired man with jet black eyes staring straight at the youngest Winchester.

"Sam, it's good to see you again," the demon smiled.

"Again?"

"You don't remember me? We were cell mates for a while back in Palo Alto. Tom."

The twenty two year old's eyes widened as recollection hit him.

"You! I knew something was off about you," he commented.

"Don't you think that might be the pot calling the kettle black?"

"What?"

"Oh come on Sam, I know you've been thinking it. Feeling it. You aren't Joe Normal."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Mary shifting her weight. Bobby's attention was fully on the man standing inside the Devil's Trap as was Dean's. Neither of them so much as blinked at the demon's words.

"I'm not like you," Sam shot back, convincing himself as much as the monster before him.

"Except you kinda are. A little. Maybe not full blown yet, but give it time," Tom reassured him.

"That's enough," Mary butted in.

"Ah, Mary Winchester," He addressed her.

"How do you know my name?" She questioned trying to keep shock from her voice.

"The real question is how do we not? After all, we have you to thank for Sam."

Mary kept her expression uninterested. "Other than giving birth to him, I haven't done anything. Certainly nothing for the likes of you filthy creatures."

"Really? You're going to try and pull that over on me? You think I don't know?" The demon's eyes lit up and he licked his lips as a chuckle rolled from him. "Oh, of course."

"What are you laughing at Asshat?" Dean demanded.

"Just how rich this all is," Tom answered. "If your plan was to summon me and give me a good laugh, mission accomplished."

"I'm afraid it's not," Sam answered, removing a flask from his jacket pocket. The demon watched him with a grin still on his face. The younger Winchester moved quickly, removing the lid and throwing the liquid inside the container at Tom. The demon let out a yell at the same time there was a sound of something sizzling. Steam rose from where the water had hit him, simulating a hot meal. "Now, you're going to tell me everything I want to know, starting with what did Meg and Brady mean by me being 'destined?' Destined for what?"

Tom laughed, causing Sam to once again wet him with Holy Water. He shouted, his breaths coming in short and heavy.

"You want a story, Winchester? I'll tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a creator who was punished for disagreeing with his father. Whilst this ruler sat rotting in a cage for eons and still to this day, one of his creations rose up and took control over the world the creator had been ruler of. Hell. Story goes that this creation, a demon, managed to find the all mighty Lucifer's prison and there he was given the task from the boss himself of finding people worthy and strong enough to hold him. The perfect vessel. That way when he was freed from the cage and rose, and he will rise again, he had a body to link him to earth."

"And how did one demon mange all that?" Dean asked smugly. Tom's black eyes fell on the elder brother a proud smile lit up his vessel's face.

"Well he did handle most of it himself, but he had help. Has help. Some demons don't believe ole Yellow Eyes, but others, others do. Others follow his word and his commands. They believe in him."

"Yellow Eyes?" The name sounded familiar. Sam's face grew pensive. The demon's attention lingered on Dean before jumping back to Sam.

"That's what everyone calls him. Those close to him however, know his true name. Azazel."

"You're quite the Chatty Kathy for a demon," Bobby pointed out squinting at Tom.

"What can I say, I'm a giver. Besides, we have nothing to hide. Sam wants to know we want Sam to know."

"To know what?" Sam interjected.

"The part you have to play in the glorious resurrection of our Lord and creator of course."

"The devil?" Sam breathed. Tom nodded. "No. No, I have nothing to do with him. How can I?"

"Like I said, we have our not so virgin Mary to thank for that. Azazel was one salesman of the year, making deals with women who were desperate. He would solve their problems if they agreed to let him into their homes ten years from when the deal was made. Fast forward to ten years later from your mother's, you were paid a visit from Azazel in nursery and are now in the running for the Ms. America beauty pageant. Winner gets the ultimate prize, housing the most powerful being there ever was, the devil himself."

Dean's attention had snapped to their mother who's own gaze had slid to the ground as she gulped.

"You're lying," Sam said in a low voice.

"Why would I lie? You think I'm afraid of you? Of any of you?" The demon's eyes moved from one person to the next.

"I think you should be. You see that book he's holding? That's your one way ticket back to Hell." More Holy Water was flung onto Tom who hissed then laughed.

"Go right ahead. I'm expendable. There's plenty more where I came from."

"Brady said something about me not being the only one? The only one what?"

"You're not the only dress Lucifer can wear to the prom. Not the only one who's special. But, you are the horse most are betting on. Hell, even Azazel himself has his mind set on you. You're his favorite, Sam."

"There are others? Where?"

"Oh, the special children are all over. No one spot in particular. At least not now. But they don't matter, not as much as you anyways."

"Why? Why me?" He questioned trying to keep himself intimidating.

"Because it has to be you, Sam. It's in your blood."

"In my blood? What does that mean?" The lights they brought with them surged and buzzed.

"And I think that's all the time that we have folks," Tom announced, mocking a talk show host.

"I don't think so." Sam hit the demon with another round of Holy Water. "What do you mean 'it's in my blood?' What is?" Tom simply laughed. "Answer me you son of a bitch or I swear I will send you back!"

Tom made the motion of locking his lips with an imaginary key and tossing it away. Sam scoffed angrily nodding his head to show he understood what the demon was implying. "Fine," he spat, "your funeral. Bobby." The hunter looked from the demon to Sam before reading the incantation. Tom only continued to stare down Sam all the while trying to fight back and stay inside his vessel. His mouth opened as though invisible hands were squeezing his cheeks so that it forcefully obeyed. An unexplained wind picked up around them, causing the hunter to tighten his grip on the book he was holding while once again the lights bounced between dimming and brightening. Tom's eye contact began to break from the youngest Winchester's as they started rolling up into his head. As Bobby finished up the chant, the dark haired man let out a loud yell and black smoke ejected from his mouth up into the air and then disappeared. The room fell still once again and the man the demon had been possessing collapsed onto the ground. Bobby closed the book and hurried to Tom's side to check his pulse, a few seconds later he sighed.

"Damnit." That was all anyone needed to hear to know the verdict.

"Can people live through being possessed?" Sam asked curiously.

"They can, just depends on how hard the demon inside rides 'em. Those sons'a bitches wear people the same way we wear clothes. They keep going till they get bored or are forced to move on to some other poor bastard. Most times the body are damaged beyond repair from their carelessly throwing their hosts around and whatnot like it's some invalid piece of meat," Sam's gaze fell back to the dark haired man on the floor in front of him.

"Poor guy," he replied in small voice, his eyes sympathetic.

"Let's get to buryin' him and then we can get the hell outta here," Bobby advised.

"You brought a shovel?" Dean asked uncomfortably.

"I always come prepared," the hunter remarked, his eyes grew heavy and his features seemed more worn as he spoke.

Once Tom's body was salted and burned, everyone climbed back into the car and they returned to Singer Salvage. They were barely out of the vehicle when Dean grabbed onto Mary's arm stopping her. His expression was solemn and fatigued as he glared into her puzzled eyes.

"Mom, you've got some 'splaining to do."

A/n: SparksFlyAngel: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I promise the John will be explained before the story ends. Which is looking like maybe another seven or so chapters. Yeah...its not really common for the Winchesters to catch a break, but at least they sorta kinda did here a bit. Thank you so much as always for everything! You're awesome as always!