Infernal Debt, Part 9/? (PG-13) Sam,OFC
Title: Infernal Debt, Chapter nine: The dealer
Author: Mel aka mad_about_dan
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13, violence and cursing.
Timeline: Post-No rest for the wicked
Wordcount: 1833
Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own the boys or Supernatural. It belongs to the CW, WB and Eric Kripke.
Summary: It has been a month since Dean's death and Sam has had to find the stenght inside him to keep on fighting as Dean asked him to. So he finds himself on a quest against time to find Lilith and with her a way to bring his brother back to life.
banner by sweetgirl7808
The Dealer
The old wooden door opened with a loud screech. The room staring back at them was completely dark, her hand ran up and down the nearest wall until she finally found the light switch. She turned it up and down repeatedly. Nothing.
“Crap!” she muttered.
“Someone must have cut off the power” a deep voice said from behind.
“Who?…”
Mia turned around, she and Sam were now looking at each other, he was still carrying Dean’s body on his arms. Both of them knew the answer to that question, but at the same time neither of them wanted to be the one to say it.
“We already checked the rest of the place” Sam sighed “I guess the best we could do would be to stay here, spend the night and leave in the morning” he said “As much as I’d like to get the hell out of here right now I think it’d be safer to stay rather than to just go out walking in the middle of the night”
“I guess” she looked down, not so convinced that this was actually a good idea.
The parking lot behind them was empty, except for an old rusty red truck. The gas station at the side didn’t look so good and neither did the small restaurant, which’s door was now lying on the ground and windows were long gone. The old sign by the road that read “Harry’s” was now hanging sideways from a bent metallic pole.
They were now standing in the last of a long row of rooms, pieces of shattered glassed scattered all over the ground, and the stained curtains of the cheap motel rooms were now swaying freely with the cold wind. This was exactly the picture of an horror movie.
They’d already checked the entire place and hadn’t found anything suspicious, no blood or sulfur, and no clue of where Harry and his family could be.
Sam walked pass Mia and inside the room, there didn’t seem to be any signs of struggle of fight except for the broken windows and the bathroom door hanging to the side. Other than that the room looked perfectly normal.
As Sam placed Dean carefully on the double bed in the middle of the room and light flickered behind him, Mia was now holding a lighter in her hand and taking a look around the place.
“I’m sorry” he whispered “I mean for your friend”
“It’s just weird… what could they possibly want here?”
“I don’t know” he said as he looked for the can of rock salt inside his bag.
Both of them remained silent as Sam secured every door and window of the room.
“This must have happened days ago”
“What?” Sam said, he was done with the salt and was now walking towards her.
Mia was standing by the window, the breeze moving her brown curls. Her sight was fixed on the horizon and she looked distant, absent.
“They aren’t here” she said.
“How do you know?”
“I can’t sense them” she whispered.
Sam opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself, it might be best to just let her explain everything by herself.
“Once you’ve been around demons for so long you… learn how to recognize them, their scent, their presence” she shook her head.
“Been around them for long?” Sam quoted her, his eyebrows together and eyes showing nothing but plain confusion.
“Sam, this fight is nothing new to me” she shook her head “demons and angels have been fighting almost since the beginning of times, it just came to humans realization later… I’m older than you think” with this she smiled gently at him.
Sam couldn’t help but half smile. Even though Mia didn’t look older than 25 when he looked at her eyes he could somehow see it, he didn’t know how or why but it was like staring into this timeless and wise, yet beautiful creature right in front of him.
Suddenly the sound of ringing filled the silent room. Mia searched her pockets and took out a small silver cell phone.
“Hello” she answered quickly “Ruby… how did everything go? Did they follow you?” there was a brief pause “you what?! Are you-” but she stopped out of the sudden and looked down “mhm… ok I’ll meet you there”
She hung up the phone without saying a word and put it back inside her jacket.
“What happened? Where are we going?”
“Ruby didn’t get followed… it was the opposite” she sighed and looked at him “she found their hideout, Sam… they have Bobby”
Sam’s eyes widened and he stood motionless simply staring at her. The mix of emotions inside of him was almost overwhelming, on one hand he couldn’t help but feel a load taken off his shoulders and in the same time he couldn’t help but wonder how was he, in what conditions could those demons be keeping him and for how long.
“He’s ok… but he won’t be for long” she said looking into his eyes “I know how much you care for him and want to help but… I” she shook her head, her eyes pleading for his understanding “you can’t…”
Sam’s head was spinning quickly. Why? He didn’t care how dangerous it might be, Bobby was like a father for Dean and him and there was now way he wouldn’t go. Why were they still there anyways? Then it hit him.
“I can’t go there…” he whispered, his voice low and eyes wide open “We wouldn’t make it… you-”
She nodded “You saw how the last trip was… I mean there’s no way I can transport the three of us again and make it… on time to where Bobby is”
He looked down and sighed. She was right. That last time on the street Mia wasn’t in the best of conditions, he knew it even when she didn’t want to admit it, God knew what would happen if she transported the three of them in that state. In this moment the most important thing was to save Bobby and keep Dean out of harm.
“Go” he finally whispered.
“Don’t worry” she said “Ruby and I will save him, I’ll try to be back before sunrise” she said “but in the meantime… please, take care of yourselves”
By the time he looked up at her she was staring at Dean’s body. Then she vanished right in front of his own eyes, leaving nothing behind but a pale glow that disappeared just a quickly.
With a sigh he walked over to he bed and sat right besides his brother. Then for the first time since they got there he became aware of the heavy bag still hanging from his shoulder. Immediately he put it on the floor and started searching. Sam couldn’t go save Bobby but there was no force on Earth that could have just made him stay there with his arms crossed. Quickly he dragged the ‘Spiritus Infernalis’ out of the bag along with his lighter.
The weak flame didn’t give off too many light but just the necessary to let him read. His fingers ran through the pages quickly taking him up to the point where he had stopped reading back at that motel before the demons attacked.
“Demons, summoning, rituals…” he read out loud “C’mon Colt you must have written it”
His eyes moved from one headline to the other, there were definitely more spells than he could have ever imagined but none of them were the one he was looking for. Suddenly he stopped.
The Long Journey
Many of the most ancient cultures around the world claim to have rituals that assured any man or woman heaven or hell. They thought it was a way to punish the evil and reward the good ones of the heart, whether they are true or not is a mystery. Or at least it used to be until ancient and modern medicine came to action, thanks to old healers and nowadays doctors people that were “on the other side” have been able to come back, some of them telling stories of hellfire others of paradise.
Despite the thought of many, this rituals don’t make the person who undergoes it just leave instantly, they must go through the process of dying first. What these spells do guarantee is a less painful transition to a secure destination, it is also slower, what has allowed people to be brought back and gave them time to heal before they were drown into the deeper levels of death, not acting in time would definitely end up on dead, why is probably no man has tried to do it in at least a hundred years. Or at least haven’t done it and succeeded to tell the story.
Right under the text was a picture of the a man laying on a bed with a series of symbols written at his feet and over his head.
Ancient cultures really trusted this method and said the symbols were primordial, but no modern man or woman has still discovered the actual meaning of them.
Sam stood quite for a moment, he was thinking so many things at the time he could even forget to breathe. What would he do there anyways? What would he gain? Then his eyes widened and he started flipping the pages now going back to what he had read before, he hadn’t paid much attention then but now it was the only way out. His eyes widened as he looked at the page in front of him, the same one he had read the day before.
He searched his bag frantically until he found a small pocket knife and a piece of chalk, Sam grabbed them along with the book and walked over to the bathroom. He moved quickly despite the lack of light. Sam lit the room with the small lighter, placed the open book on the sink and proceeded to draw the symbols he had seen before on both extremes of the dirty bathtub as water flushed in it. His hands were shaking wildly and he could feel a drop of sweat running down his spine as he stood up and started pacing around the small room. The lighter was shaking in his hand and the sound of water flushing filled his ears, the bathroom was barely big enough to contain the tub, sink and toilet. It was almost claustrophobic.
Once the tub was filled he turned around and saw his brother through the bathroom’s open door. He took a deep breath and repeated the same words he had once heard himself say in one of his nightmares “This is for you Dean” and the light went out.
A freezing breeze ran through the window flipping the pages of the book back to the page Sam had read before, the page with the drawing of the demon talking to a man, and in really small caps underneath it the legend: “Asmodeus: the dealer”.
Author: Mel aka mad_about_dan
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13, violence and cursing.
Timeline: Post-No rest for the wicked
Wordcount: 1833
Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own the boys or Supernatural. It belongs to the CW, WB and Eric Kripke.
Summary: It has been a month since Dean's death and Sam has had to find the stenght inside him to keep on fighting as Dean asked him to. So he finds himself on a quest against time to find Lilith and with her a way to bring his brother back to life.
banner by sweetgirl7808
The Dealer
The old wooden door opened with a loud screech. The room staring back at them was completely dark, her hand ran up and down the nearest wall until she finally found the light switch. She turned it up and down repeatedly. Nothing.
“Crap!” she muttered.
“Someone must have cut off the power” a deep voice said from behind.
“Who?…”
Mia turned around, she and Sam were now looking at each other, he was still carrying Dean’s body on his arms. Both of them knew the answer to that question, but at the same time neither of them wanted to be the one to say it.
“We already checked the rest of the place” Sam sighed “I guess the best we could do would be to stay here, spend the night and leave in the morning” he said “As much as I’d like to get the hell out of here right now I think it’d be safer to stay rather than to just go out walking in the middle of the night”
“I guess” she looked down, not so convinced that this was actually a good idea.
The parking lot behind them was empty, except for an old rusty red truck. The gas station at the side didn’t look so good and neither did the small restaurant, which’s door was now lying on the ground and windows were long gone. The old sign by the road that read “Harry’s” was now hanging sideways from a bent metallic pole.
They were now standing in the last of a long row of rooms, pieces of shattered glassed scattered all over the ground, and the stained curtains of the cheap motel rooms were now swaying freely with the cold wind. This was exactly the picture of an horror movie.
They’d already checked the entire place and hadn’t found anything suspicious, no blood or sulfur, and no clue of where Harry and his family could be.
Sam walked pass Mia and inside the room, there didn’t seem to be any signs of struggle of fight except for the broken windows and the bathroom door hanging to the side. Other than that the room looked perfectly normal.
As Sam placed Dean carefully on the double bed in the middle of the room and light flickered behind him, Mia was now holding a lighter in her hand and taking a look around the place.
“I’m sorry” he whispered “I mean for your friend”
“It’s just weird… what could they possibly want here?”
“I don’t know” he said as he looked for the can of rock salt inside his bag.
Both of them remained silent as Sam secured every door and window of the room.
“This must have happened days ago”
“What?” Sam said, he was done with the salt and was now walking towards her.
Mia was standing by the window, the breeze moving her brown curls. Her sight was fixed on the horizon and she looked distant, absent.
“They aren’t here” she said.
“How do you know?”
“I can’t sense them” she whispered.
Sam opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself, it might be best to just let her explain everything by herself.
“Once you’ve been around demons for so long you… learn how to recognize them, their scent, their presence” she shook her head.
“Been around them for long?” Sam quoted her, his eyebrows together and eyes showing nothing but plain confusion.
“Sam, this fight is nothing new to me” she shook her head “demons and angels have been fighting almost since the beginning of times, it just came to humans realization later… I’m older than you think” with this she smiled gently at him.
Sam couldn’t help but half smile. Even though Mia didn’t look older than 25 when he looked at her eyes he could somehow see it, he didn’t know how or why but it was like staring into this timeless and wise, yet beautiful creature right in front of him.
Suddenly the sound of ringing filled the silent room. Mia searched her pockets and took out a small silver cell phone.
“Hello” she answered quickly “Ruby… how did everything go? Did they follow you?” there was a brief pause “you what?! Are you-” but she stopped out of the sudden and looked down “mhm… ok I’ll meet you there”
She hung up the phone without saying a word and put it back inside her jacket.
“What happened? Where are we going?”
“Ruby didn’t get followed… it was the opposite” she sighed and looked at him “she found their hideout, Sam… they have Bobby”
Sam’s eyes widened and he stood motionless simply staring at her. The mix of emotions inside of him was almost overwhelming, on one hand he couldn’t help but feel a load taken off his shoulders and in the same time he couldn’t help but wonder how was he, in what conditions could those demons be keeping him and for how long.
“He’s ok… but he won’t be for long” she said looking into his eyes “I know how much you care for him and want to help but… I” she shook her head, her eyes pleading for his understanding “you can’t…”
Sam’s head was spinning quickly. Why? He didn’t care how dangerous it might be, Bobby was like a father for Dean and him and there was now way he wouldn’t go. Why were they still there anyways? Then it hit him.
“I can’t go there…” he whispered, his voice low and eyes wide open “We wouldn’t make it… you-”
She nodded “You saw how the last trip was… I mean there’s no way I can transport the three of us again and make it… on time to where Bobby is”
He looked down and sighed. She was right. That last time on the street Mia wasn’t in the best of conditions, he knew it even when she didn’t want to admit it, God knew what would happen if she transported the three of them in that state. In this moment the most important thing was to save Bobby and keep Dean out of harm.
“Go” he finally whispered.
“Don’t worry” she said “Ruby and I will save him, I’ll try to be back before sunrise” she said “but in the meantime… please, take care of yourselves”
By the time he looked up at her she was staring at Dean’s body. Then she vanished right in front of his own eyes, leaving nothing behind but a pale glow that disappeared just a quickly.
With a sigh he walked over to he bed and sat right besides his brother. Then for the first time since they got there he became aware of the heavy bag still hanging from his shoulder. Immediately he put it on the floor and started searching. Sam couldn’t go save Bobby but there was no force on Earth that could have just made him stay there with his arms crossed. Quickly he dragged the ‘Spiritus Infernalis’ out of the bag along with his lighter.
The weak flame didn’t give off too many light but just the necessary to let him read. His fingers ran through the pages quickly taking him up to the point where he had stopped reading back at that motel before the demons attacked.
“Demons, summoning, rituals…” he read out loud “C’mon Colt you must have written it”
His eyes moved from one headline to the other, there were definitely more spells than he could have ever imagined but none of them were the one he was looking for. Suddenly he stopped.
The Long Journey
Many of the most ancient cultures around the world claim to have rituals that assured any man or woman heaven or hell. They thought it was a way to punish the evil and reward the good ones of the heart, whether they are true or not is a mystery. Or at least it used to be until ancient and modern medicine came to action, thanks to old healers and nowadays doctors people that were “on the other side” have been able to come back, some of them telling stories of hellfire others of paradise.
Despite the thought of many, this rituals don’t make the person who undergoes it just leave instantly, they must go through the process of dying first. What these spells do guarantee is a less painful transition to a secure destination, it is also slower, what has allowed people to be brought back and gave them time to heal before they were drown into the deeper levels of death, not acting in time would definitely end up on dead, why is probably no man has tried to do it in at least a hundred years. Or at least haven’t done it and succeeded to tell the story.
Right under the text was a picture of the a man laying on a bed with a series of symbols written at his feet and over his head.
Ancient cultures really trusted this method and said the symbols were primordial, but no modern man or woman has still discovered the actual meaning of them.
Sam stood quite for a moment, he was thinking so many things at the time he could even forget to breathe. What would he do there anyways? What would he gain? Then his eyes widened and he started flipping the pages now going back to what he had read before, he hadn’t paid much attention then but now it was the only way out. His eyes widened as he looked at the page in front of him, the same one he had read the day before.
He searched his bag frantically until he found a small pocket knife and a piece of chalk, Sam grabbed them along with the book and walked over to the bathroom. He moved quickly despite the lack of light. Sam lit the room with the small lighter, placed the open book on the sink and proceeded to draw the symbols he had seen before on both extremes of the dirty bathtub as water flushed in it. His hands were shaking wildly and he could feel a drop of sweat running down his spine as he stood up and started pacing around the small room. The lighter was shaking in his hand and the sound of water flushing filled his ears, the bathroom was barely big enough to contain the tub, sink and toilet. It was almost claustrophobic.
Once the tub was filled he turned around and saw his brother through the bathroom’s open door. He took a deep breath and repeated the same words he had once heard himself say in one of his nightmares “This is for you Dean” and the light went out.
A freezing breeze ran through the window flipping the pages of the book back to the page Sam had read before, the page with the drawing of the demon talking to a man, and in really small caps underneath it the legend: “Asmodeus: the dealer”.