What We Have, We'll Hold Chapter 2 of 3
Title: What We Have, We'll Hold Chapter 2 of 3
Genre/Show: Supernatural
Author: DreamHorizon
Category: Gen, Angst, post AHBL Fic so spoilery
Characters: Sam, Dean,
Rating: PG. Occasional swearing within.
Spoilers: Crossroad Blues, All Hell Breaks Loose 1 and 2
Summary:‘There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.’ Just how far will Sam go to save his brother? Two souls. One fate. No option. Post AHBL 1 and 2. Part 2 of 3. Spoilery for Season 2 Season Finale.
Chapter 2
Sam had feared, deep down that it would come to this. He had known the instant that Dean confessed the nature of the deal that this would be his last resort. He didn’t want to harm the host body of the demon, but time had run out and he was out of options.
He had allowed Dean to believe that his abilities had died with the Yellow Eyed Demon. It hadn’t been hard, since he no longer suffered from his visions. Not that he did not have them but they were no longer as painful as they once were. Andy had given him the idea and he had been practicing meditation techniques for a while now, learning to calm his mind and focus his emotions.
He had never deliberately tried to control his abilities, in case the ‘switch’ was irreversible. He’d been afraid that, once he had crossed that line, he could not come back. Now that the Yellow Eyed Demon was dead, though, he hoped that the abilities would not be as wholly corrupting, would not make him turn.
But it was still an unknown that he had refused to give in to until he was faced with the fact that there was no other way to save his brother.
As the demon approached them in their protective circle, his mind had flashed back to a year ago, when he first found out about the deal, and to the promise he had made his brother.
“You save my life. Over and over. I mean you sacrifice everything for me. Don’t you think I’d do the same for you? You’re my big brother. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. And I don’t care what it takes; I am going to get you out of this. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change.”
Sam was standing by those words. As the Demon tore his brother from his side and the safety of the circle, he realised that the ‘nothing he wouldn’t do’ was the exact truth. He would do anything.
He closed his eyes and in the darkness of his mind, surrendered.
It was as if a cascade of switches flipped, one after another. With growing ease, he reached out and grabbed the hellhounds with his mind.
It was so easy. Too easy.
Why have I not done this before?
He could see the eddies and swirls of dark energies surrounding the demon and her hounds and it was so effortless to catch them, to sever their link to their mistress and to gain control over their feeble minds.
Dean watched in horror as the face of his little brother grew cold and distant, a small smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at the demon at his feet.
The crossroads demon whimpered and held a shaking hand to her face as blood began to trickle from her nose.
“No, you can’t…” She whispered. She looked up at the huge man towering above her. “Just what are you?”
For a moment, a golden light seemed to swirl in the depths of Sam’s hazel eyes…
Fuck.
Dean had seen that before, the same light in Jake’s eyes just before he had opened the doors to hell.
“Sam?” His voice an almost broken whisper. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Sammy?”
His brother ignored him and crouched down to bring himself level with the demon. “You will do as you are told.” He cupped her face with one hand in an unsettlingly gentle manner, fingers almost tenderly brushing her cheek. “You will do as I say and annul the contract with my brother.”
“I can’t.”
“You won’t.” His fingers tightened until they were almost bone-white.
The demon tugged her face from his grip, white imprints of his fingers contrasting starkly with her blood red gaze. “No, you don’t understand, I can’t.”
“You did for Dean with Evan Hudson. “
“Only because another bargain was made. You were told by my cousin - the one you called the Yellow Eyed Demon. The only way we can save lives is if a deal is made. Your brother made a deal with me to release him. Tell you what, Sammy.” The demon brushed the blood away from her lips and drew herself haggardly to her feet. “I’ll make you the same deal as I did your brother. A year for his life.”
“Not much of a deal.”
“Another year with your brother, and who knows - you might even figure out a way to destroy me.” The Demon spoke with growing confidence.
“I thought you said my soul was not mine to give.” Sam reminded her, Dean looked between the two. What were they talking about?
“Oh, it isn’t, but I like your style, Sammy, so I’ll settle for your life.”
Sam smirked and the demon let out a pained gasp.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
“Two years.” She ground out. A shudder ran through her as she fought the increasing pain in her mind as she fought for control. Sam was using her own host’s nervous system against her.
Sam stared at her wordlessly, his eyes narrowing. “Five years.” The demon ground out before falling back to her knees with a cry. She clutched at her head, rocking. “Ten, I’ll give you both ten years!” She screamed.
“No, you’ll give me my brother, no bartering, no deals. You will release him from his contract and you will leave us be.”
“Make me!”
“I know that won’t work - if I control you, it means I’m breaking the deal, not you. The hounds won’t fall for that.”
“How…”
“Oh you would be surprised at what I know now.” Sam grinned mockingly down at her.
“I can’t!” She screamed. “A trade has to be done or else the hounds…” She faltered, “The hounds will turn on me. They are not mine. They are not mine!”
“Not my problem. If you don’t, I’ll set them on you. Your death for my brother. There’s your deal.” He knelt down once more beside her. “I control them at the moment - I can at least give you a good head-start.”
“Go to hell, you bastard!” She spat out.
“You first, baby.” Sam stood and casually knocking her to the ground with his mind.
He slowly backed a step before glancing at the hellhounds. They paced obediently toward him to stand at his side. He turned to face the demon once more. “Annul the contract!” The hounds drew close to the demon, heads low, teeth bared, deep growls seemed to flow around them.
“Sam! Stop! Look at what you are doing! This isn’t you, Sammy!” Dean broke out of the stupor he’d been in, the shock of seeing this dark reflection of his brother wearing off. Part of him enjoyed seeing the demon desperately trying to make a bargain, a twisted example of the punishment fitting the crime. But it was too much. Sam was crossing a dangerous line, and he couldn’t just sit back and watch it happen.
He pushed himself back to his feet and placed himself between the demon and the hounds. He knew that he was fast losing his brother, if he hadn’t already. He had to get through before Sam did something he would never forgive himself for.
Sam glanced at his brother, an almost comical look of confusion and dismay breaking through. “Dean, I said there was nothing I wouldn’t do to save you, and I meant it. Besides, what are you protecting her for? She’s a demon!”
“The host is human, Sam, you know that.”
“So were Meg and the man you shot with the Colt, Dean.”
“I know, and I have to live with that. I don’t want you to have to live with that, too.”
“Stop trying to protect me. This is the only way to save your life, not to mention your soul!”
“But at the cost of your own, Sam? How can you expect me to live with that?” Dean tried desperately to make his brother understand.
“Dean, I can control this. You have to believe me.” Sam looked earnestly at his brother, and Dean, just for a moment, thought maybe this is all an act, a trick to fool the demon. But the yellow swirls surfaced once more and he knew, he knew that if Sam didn’t stop now, he never would.
“I believe you think you can, but look at what you are doing, Sammy, really look and tell me that it isn’t corrupting you already!”
“You have no faith in me at all, do you?” Sam smiled sadly. Dean felt himself be moved ever so gently to one side. “Leave, Dean, I’ve got this.”
The demon looked up at Dean. “Please…” She whispered.
Dean shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere, Sam. You’ll have to make me.”
Sam looked hurt. “You know I would never do that.”
“At this point, bro. I’m not sure I know anything about you at all.” Dean said the words to hurt, and inwardly flinched when he saw the barb hit home.
“I’m doing this for you.”
“No, Sam. You’re doing this for yourself. The same as the deal I made to bring you back was really for myself. Don’t make the same mistakes Dad and I have. Sometimes we just have to accept the consequences of our actions.”
“No.” Sam growled and Dean felt himself be moved further with a little more force this time.
The hounds were millimetres away from the fallen demon; rank saliva dripping down to the ground next to her face.
Sam looked down dispassionately and moved to gesture to the hounds. But he hesitated.
Dean held his breath. He had to have faith in his brother now, that the good in Sam would not allow an innocent to be harmed, would not turn its back and allow something evil to hold sway, even if that evil was a taint within himself. Especially so.
Sam looked at his brother, then back at the fallen demon that had begun to weep in terror at the sight of the hounds closing around her.
“C’mon, Sam. You have to know this is wrong.” Dean whispered.
His brother took a tentative step forward, and the hounds turned towards the youngest Winchester, their snarls deepening.
”No…” Sam gasped, one hand going to his forehead. “Stop!” He growled out. He looked down at the frightened woman and the walked towards her. He bent and pulled her roughly to her feet. She whispered something to him and his expressive eyes narrowed then widened in something akin to shock. Dean walked quickly to where they both stood.
The hounds were circling all three of them now and the demon turned to the elder brother and spoke sadly. “It’s too late.”
“What do you mean?”
“If Sam’s soul reasserts itself he will loose control of the hounds and they will turn on us all.”
“Can’t you take back control?”
“No, you’re brother severed the connection too well. They will not listen to me now. Either Sam surrenders to the darkness in his soul or we will all die, and I’m afraid the both of you will go to hell as well as my host. Either way, your brother’s soul is lost, Dean. Accept his gift and at least the two of you will survive.” Her voice took on a bitter edge. “Either way I’m screwed.”
“No.” Sam ground out.
“You have no choice.” The demon spoke tiredly. “And besides, it’s too late. No-one has ever overcome the demon taint. You will lose or you will die.”
“There’s always a choice. But before I make mine, you said my soul was not mine to give. Whose is it?”
“What? You don’t know?”
“What are you two going on about?” Dean asked testily.
“Your brother came to me to make a deal last week…”
“Sam!”
“Shut up, Dean, you’re one to talk!” And he was right, Dean couldn’t really comment.
“He wanted to make a deal, but I explained I couldn’t. That his soul wasn’t his to give.”
“It’s because I’m tainted isn’t it. I always was going to hell, wasn’t I?” Sam asked tiredly. He could feel his hold on the hounds waning as he listened to his brother and the demon.
The demon barked out a surprised laugh. “You two really are clueless aren’t you? How you have both lasted as long, I’ll never understand. No, Sam. The yellow eyed demon tried to poison you. Until now, without any success. The only power he ever had was what you gave him. No, you gave your soul away along time ago.”
“What?” Dean snapped out, turning suddenly frightened eyes on his brother.
“To you, Dean.”
“People don’t own other peoples souls, lady.”
“Sometimes I forget you are both so very young.” The crossroads demon sighed.
“Sam made a deal along time ago, to do anything for you to be kept safe. He made a very powerful pact, invoking various entities and deities. He said all the right words, but most importantly he believed them, fervently. He has prayed for your life and soul for over twenty years, Dean, promising his own time and time again, if only to keep you safe.”
“A lot of people do that.”
“Not as many as you think. And not many have the need or the absolute devotion for it to mean anything.” She paused as she looked at the younger Winchester, who had broken out into a sweat. She continued quickly, knowing his hold on the hounds was weakening.
Dean opened his mouth and closed it again at the demon’s look. “I know you made the same promises, Dean, but where you were not psychic, your brother always was. And his mind forged a link. Sam’s soul has always been tied to yours, Dean; you have been guarding it as well as his life all this time.”
“Why do you think you were both kept alive by your demon? It knew that it would never wholly have Sam, unless it had you as well. That and it knew the only way to get to Sam was to go for you. He allowed Jake to kill Sam. He knew he would not turn, so he put you in a position where your only choice was to sell your soul so that when the time came, Sam would make the right choice. And why do you think I was so keen to get my hands on you?” She grinned quickly. “Among other reasons, I knew to get your soul meant I would have a claim on Sam’s, which would put me in a position of power when the time of war came. Only I underestimated you both.”
She turned to the younger brother, who was trembling slightly under the strain of trying to keep a balance between keeping the hellhounds under control and losing grip of his conscience.
“So, Sammy, have you made your choice?” She knew that the truths she had shared would place him off-balance and would make him all the more determined.
Sam frowned. “I want to make a deal.”
“What?” The Demon looked confused.
“If I get rid of the hounds, you free Dean from the contract.”
“You cannot kill hellhounds, Sam, only a high level demon…” She stopped. “Oh.”
“Sammy, don’t you dare!”
“Do we have a deal?”
“I get you both if you don’t?”
Sam laughed. “You are determined, aren’t you?”
“My one and only virtue. Well?”
“If you release the girl, too, then yes, you have a deal.” Before Dean could react the demon leant forward and kissed Sam thoroughly.
The two finally parted and the demon smiled appreciatively.
Sam turned to his brother, a gut-wrenching mixture of fear and determination clearly showing in his expressive face.
“Sam…”
“I need you to get me back.”
“What are you talking about? Get you back from where?”
“It’s the only way, Dean. Please, you have to trust in me, trust in us. We can beat this.”
The demon shook her head in disbelief. The boy was really going to try. Shame, she liked him, she liked them both.
Sam closed his eyes and his face cleared of all emotion.
“I surrender.” He murmured softly and Dean’s knees almost buckled.
“No!” Dean cried and tried to throw himself at his brother, the Demon held him back. “Too late, he’s gone.” She hissed.
Sam’s eyes opened. The warm hazel gaze was no more, nor were there any glimmers of yellow. Instead, his eyes were a vivid and intense gold and Dean wanted to throw up. Sam’s gaze slid unseeing across Dean and the demon and he slowly approached the hounds, who actually wagged their deformed and rotting tails as he drew close.
He patted each one in turn then moved to stand behind them.
Dean held his breath as Sam’s gaze focussed on his over the hounds’ heads. Sam’s lips curved into an unholy smile and the hounds began to bay and snarl. They strained towards them and with an almost casual grace, Sam gestured for them to attack.
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Genre/Show: Supernatural
Author: DreamHorizon
Category: Gen, Angst, post AHBL Fic so spoilery
Characters: Sam, Dean,
Rating: PG. Occasional swearing within.
Spoilers: Crossroad Blues, All Hell Breaks Loose 1 and 2
Summary:‘There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.’ Just how far will Sam go to save his brother? Two souls. One fate. No option. Post AHBL 1 and 2. Part 2 of 3. Spoilery for Season 2 Season Finale.
Chapter 2
Sam had feared, deep down that it would come to this. He had known the instant that Dean confessed the nature of the deal that this would be his last resort. He didn’t want to harm the host body of the demon, but time had run out and he was out of options.
He had allowed Dean to believe that his abilities had died with the Yellow Eyed Demon. It hadn’t been hard, since he no longer suffered from his visions. Not that he did not have them but they were no longer as painful as they once were. Andy had given him the idea and he had been practicing meditation techniques for a while now, learning to calm his mind and focus his emotions.
He had never deliberately tried to control his abilities, in case the ‘switch’ was irreversible. He’d been afraid that, once he had crossed that line, he could not come back. Now that the Yellow Eyed Demon was dead, though, he hoped that the abilities would not be as wholly corrupting, would not make him turn.
But it was still an unknown that he had refused to give in to until he was faced with the fact that there was no other way to save his brother.
As the demon approached them in their protective circle, his mind had flashed back to a year ago, when he first found out about the deal, and to the promise he had made his brother.
“You save my life. Over and over. I mean you sacrifice everything for me. Don’t you think I’d do the same for you? You’re my big brother. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. And I don’t care what it takes; I am going to get you out of this. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change.”
Sam was standing by those words. As the Demon tore his brother from his side and the safety of the circle, he realised that the ‘nothing he wouldn’t do’ was the exact truth. He would do anything.
He closed his eyes and in the darkness of his mind, surrendered.
It was as if a cascade of switches flipped, one after another. With growing ease, he reached out and grabbed the hellhounds with his mind.
It was so easy. Too easy.
Why have I not done this before?
He could see the eddies and swirls of dark energies surrounding the demon and her hounds and it was so effortless to catch them, to sever their link to their mistress and to gain control over their feeble minds.
Dean watched in horror as the face of his little brother grew cold and distant, a small smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at the demon at his feet.
The crossroads demon whimpered and held a shaking hand to her face as blood began to trickle from her nose.
“No, you can’t…” She whispered. She looked up at the huge man towering above her. “Just what are you?”
For a moment, a golden light seemed to swirl in the depths of Sam’s hazel eyes…
Fuck.
Dean had seen that before, the same light in Jake’s eyes just before he had opened the doors to hell.
“Sam?” His voice an almost broken whisper. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Sammy?”
His brother ignored him and crouched down to bring himself level with the demon. “You will do as you are told.” He cupped her face with one hand in an unsettlingly gentle manner, fingers almost tenderly brushing her cheek. “You will do as I say and annul the contract with my brother.”
“I can’t.”
“You won’t.” His fingers tightened until they were almost bone-white.
The demon tugged her face from his grip, white imprints of his fingers contrasting starkly with her blood red gaze. “No, you don’t understand, I can’t.”
“You did for Dean with Evan Hudson. “
“Only because another bargain was made. You were told by my cousin - the one you called the Yellow Eyed Demon. The only way we can save lives is if a deal is made. Your brother made a deal with me to release him. Tell you what, Sammy.” The demon brushed the blood away from her lips and drew herself haggardly to her feet. “I’ll make you the same deal as I did your brother. A year for his life.”
“Not much of a deal.”
“Another year with your brother, and who knows - you might even figure out a way to destroy me.” The Demon spoke with growing confidence.
“I thought you said my soul was not mine to give.” Sam reminded her, Dean looked between the two. What were they talking about?
“Oh, it isn’t, but I like your style, Sammy, so I’ll settle for your life.”
Sam smirked and the demon let out a pained gasp.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
“Two years.” She ground out. A shudder ran through her as she fought the increasing pain in her mind as she fought for control. Sam was using her own host’s nervous system against her.
Sam stared at her wordlessly, his eyes narrowing. “Five years.” The demon ground out before falling back to her knees with a cry. She clutched at her head, rocking. “Ten, I’ll give you both ten years!” She screamed.
“No, you’ll give me my brother, no bartering, no deals. You will release him from his contract and you will leave us be.”
“Make me!”
“I know that won’t work - if I control you, it means I’m breaking the deal, not you. The hounds won’t fall for that.”
“How…”
“Oh you would be surprised at what I know now.” Sam grinned mockingly down at her.
“I can’t!” She screamed. “A trade has to be done or else the hounds…” She faltered, “The hounds will turn on me. They are not mine. They are not mine!”
“Not my problem. If you don’t, I’ll set them on you. Your death for my brother. There’s your deal.” He knelt down once more beside her. “I control them at the moment - I can at least give you a good head-start.”
“Go to hell, you bastard!” She spat out.
“You first, baby.” Sam stood and casually knocking her to the ground with his mind.
He slowly backed a step before glancing at the hellhounds. They paced obediently toward him to stand at his side. He turned to face the demon once more. “Annul the contract!” The hounds drew close to the demon, heads low, teeth bared, deep growls seemed to flow around them.
“Sam! Stop! Look at what you are doing! This isn’t you, Sammy!” Dean broke out of the stupor he’d been in, the shock of seeing this dark reflection of his brother wearing off. Part of him enjoyed seeing the demon desperately trying to make a bargain, a twisted example of the punishment fitting the crime. But it was too much. Sam was crossing a dangerous line, and he couldn’t just sit back and watch it happen.
He pushed himself back to his feet and placed himself between the demon and the hounds. He knew that he was fast losing his brother, if he hadn’t already. He had to get through before Sam did something he would never forgive himself for.
Sam glanced at his brother, an almost comical look of confusion and dismay breaking through. “Dean, I said there was nothing I wouldn’t do to save you, and I meant it. Besides, what are you protecting her for? She’s a demon!”
“The host is human, Sam, you know that.”
“So were Meg and the man you shot with the Colt, Dean.”
“I know, and I have to live with that. I don’t want you to have to live with that, too.”
“Stop trying to protect me. This is the only way to save your life, not to mention your soul!”
“But at the cost of your own, Sam? How can you expect me to live with that?” Dean tried desperately to make his brother understand.
“Dean, I can control this. You have to believe me.” Sam looked earnestly at his brother, and Dean, just for a moment, thought maybe this is all an act, a trick to fool the demon. But the yellow swirls surfaced once more and he knew, he knew that if Sam didn’t stop now, he never would.
“I believe you think you can, but look at what you are doing, Sammy, really look and tell me that it isn’t corrupting you already!”
“You have no faith in me at all, do you?” Sam smiled sadly. Dean felt himself be moved ever so gently to one side. “Leave, Dean, I’ve got this.”
The demon looked up at Dean. “Please…” She whispered.
Dean shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere, Sam. You’ll have to make me.”
Sam looked hurt. “You know I would never do that.”
“At this point, bro. I’m not sure I know anything about you at all.” Dean said the words to hurt, and inwardly flinched when he saw the barb hit home.
“I’m doing this for you.”
“No, Sam. You’re doing this for yourself. The same as the deal I made to bring you back was really for myself. Don’t make the same mistakes Dad and I have. Sometimes we just have to accept the consequences of our actions.”
“No.” Sam growled and Dean felt himself be moved further with a little more force this time.
The hounds were millimetres away from the fallen demon; rank saliva dripping down to the ground next to her face.
Sam looked down dispassionately and moved to gesture to the hounds. But he hesitated.
Dean held his breath. He had to have faith in his brother now, that the good in Sam would not allow an innocent to be harmed, would not turn its back and allow something evil to hold sway, even if that evil was a taint within himself. Especially so.
Sam looked at his brother, then back at the fallen demon that had begun to weep in terror at the sight of the hounds closing around her.
“C’mon, Sam. You have to know this is wrong.” Dean whispered.
His brother took a tentative step forward, and the hounds turned towards the youngest Winchester, their snarls deepening.
”No…” Sam gasped, one hand going to his forehead. “Stop!” He growled out. He looked down at the frightened woman and the walked towards her. He bent and pulled her roughly to her feet. She whispered something to him and his expressive eyes narrowed then widened in something akin to shock. Dean walked quickly to where they both stood.
The hounds were circling all three of them now and the demon turned to the elder brother and spoke sadly. “It’s too late.”
“What do you mean?”
“If Sam’s soul reasserts itself he will loose control of the hounds and they will turn on us all.”
“Can’t you take back control?”
“No, you’re brother severed the connection too well. They will not listen to me now. Either Sam surrenders to the darkness in his soul or we will all die, and I’m afraid the both of you will go to hell as well as my host. Either way, your brother’s soul is lost, Dean. Accept his gift and at least the two of you will survive.” Her voice took on a bitter edge. “Either way I’m screwed.”
“No.” Sam ground out.
“You have no choice.” The demon spoke tiredly. “And besides, it’s too late. No-one has ever overcome the demon taint. You will lose or you will die.”
“There’s always a choice. But before I make mine, you said my soul was not mine to give. Whose is it?”
“What? You don’t know?”
“What are you two going on about?” Dean asked testily.
“Your brother came to me to make a deal last week…”
“Sam!”
“Shut up, Dean, you’re one to talk!” And he was right, Dean couldn’t really comment.
“He wanted to make a deal, but I explained I couldn’t. That his soul wasn’t his to give.”
“It’s because I’m tainted isn’t it. I always was going to hell, wasn’t I?” Sam asked tiredly. He could feel his hold on the hounds waning as he listened to his brother and the demon.
The demon barked out a surprised laugh. “You two really are clueless aren’t you? How you have both lasted as long, I’ll never understand. No, Sam. The yellow eyed demon tried to poison you. Until now, without any success. The only power he ever had was what you gave him. No, you gave your soul away along time ago.”
“What?” Dean snapped out, turning suddenly frightened eyes on his brother.
“To you, Dean.”
“People don’t own other peoples souls, lady.”
“Sometimes I forget you are both so very young.” The crossroads demon sighed.
“Sam made a deal along time ago, to do anything for you to be kept safe. He made a very powerful pact, invoking various entities and deities. He said all the right words, but most importantly he believed them, fervently. He has prayed for your life and soul for over twenty years, Dean, promising his own time and time again, if only to keep you safe.”
“A lot of people do that.”
“Not as many as you think. And not many have the need or the absolute devotion for it to mean anything.” She paused as she looked at the younger Winchester, who had broken out into a sweat. She continued quickly, knowing his hold on the hounds was weakening.
Dean opened his mouth and closed it again at the demon’s look. “I know you made the same promises, Dean, but where you were not psychic, your brother always was. And his mind forged a link. Sam’s soul has always been tied to yours, Dean; you have been guarding it as well as his life all this time.”
“Why do you think you were both kept alive by your demon? It knew that it would never wholly have Sam, unless it had you as well. That and it knew the only way to get to Sam was to go for you. He allowed Jake to kill Sam. He knew he would not turn, so he put you in a position where your only choice was to sell your soul so that when the time came, Sam would make the right choice. And why do you think I was so keen to get my hands on you?” She grinned quickly. “Among other reasons, I knew to get your soul meant I would have a claim on Sam’s, which would put me in a position of power when the time of war came. Only I underestimated you both.”
She turned to the younger brother, who was trembling slightly under the strain of trying to keep a balance between keeping the hellhounds under control and losing grip of his conscience.
“So, Sammy, have you made your choice?” She knew that the truths she had shared would place him off-balance and would make him all the more determined.
Sam frowned. “I want to make a deal.”
“What?” The Demon looked confused.
“If I get rid of the hounds, you free Dean from the contract.”
“You cannot kill hellhounds, Sam, only a high level demon…” She stopped. “Oh.”
“Sammy, don’t you dare!”
“Do we have a deal?”
“I get you both if you don’t?”
Sam laughed. “You are determined, aren’t you?”
“My one and only virtue. Well?”
“If you release the girl, too, then yes, you have a deal.” Before Dean could react the demon leant forward and kissed Sam thoroughly.
The two finally parted and the demon smiled appreciatively.
Sam turned to his brother, a gut-wrenching mixture of fear and determination clearly showing in his expressive face.
“Sam…”
“I need you to get me back.”
“What are you talking about? Get you back from where?”
“It’s the only way, Dean. Please, you have to trust in me, trust in us. We can beat this.”
The demon shook her head in disbelief. The boy was really going to try. Shame, she liked him, she liked them both.
Sam closed his eyes and his face cleared of all emotion.
“I surrender.” He murmured softly and Dean’s knees almost buckled.
“No!” Dean cried and tried to throw himself at his brother, the Demon held him back. “Too late, he’s gone.” She hissed.
Sam’s eyes opened. The warm hazel gaze was no more, nor were there any glimmers of yellow. Instead, his eyes were a vivid and intense gold and Dean wanted to throw up. Sam’s gaze slid unseeing across Dean and the demon and he slowly approached the hounds, who actually wagged their deformed and rotting tails as he drew close.
He patted each one in turn then moved to stand behind them.
Dean held his breath as Sam’s gaze focussed on his over the hounds’ heads. Sam’s lips curved into an unholy smile and the hounds began to bay and snarl. They strained towards them and with an almost casual grace, Sam gestured for them to attack.
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