Infernal Debt, Part 18/? (PG-13) Sam, Dean, Bobby, OFC
Title: Infernal Debt, Eighteen: Ambush
Author: Mel aka mad_about_dan
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13, violence and cursing.
Timeline: Post-No rest for the wicked
Wordcount: 3222
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
Ambush
His breathing was unsteady as he rushed down the abandoned town and towards the church as fast as he could. The wind blew coldly against his cheeks and also causing the braches of nearby trees to sway and the bells on top of the church to ring. He couldn’t believe it; anger and fear filled him as he came to realize what had happened.
“I knew it” he muttered like a preach to himself.
How could he have been so stupid, something deep inside him knew there was something he hadn’t yet seen, but this just wasn’t something he could have guessed, and even now already knowing that it had happened it was hard to believe.
The church doors opened and Bobby ran down the small steps to his encounter.
“What happened, boy?”
Bobby said coming to a stop as he saw Sam’s expression. His eyes were wide and even when they were staring directly into Bobby’s seemed empty, distant as if it didn’t matter that he was there physically some part of him wasn’t.
“Dean… he’s gone” Sam whispered almost out of breath, pain in his tone as if every word he said out loud hurt him.
Day 5
The smell of smoke and liquor filled the room even though it was empty except for a man sleeping on the floor by the pool table, an old lady picking up the bottles from the ground and a man standing behind the bar.
Slowly he approached, examining every single detail of the room, from the wooden walls, and broken lamps to the pair of pool tables and broken chairs laid against the tables. Dean sat on one of the tall chairs by the old bar and cleared his throat.
“We are not attending until midday, sir” the bartender said not turning around to face him, still cleaning the same glass on his hand.
“I don’t come for liquor, Richard” Dean said, his tone low but reluctant “its more of a hunter’s business”
The man stopped suddenly and placed the glass on a small table behind the bar, still not looking at him.
“Oh” he muttered “And what…” his hand slid under the table where he had just put the glass “Would that be!” he turned around, gun in hand, but to his surprise he didn’t have one but two shotguns pointing back at him.
Richard stopped immediately, his eyes fixed on the ones of the young man staring at him from the other side of the bar. He could read nothing but calm on the features of the young hunter, except on his eyes, those had a strange fierceness in them, he didn’t like it. He had seen this same laid calmly violent attitude, and those eyes were certainly familiar too.
Dean simply took both of his guns down, gesturing him to do the same. The bartender was older than him, around 40 years old, with light brown eyes and slightly curled shoulder length hair.
“Do I know you?” the bartender cocked his eyebrow and put his gun down too, quickly checking around in case someone else was watching.
“Don’t think so” Dean took a deep breath and bent against the bar “But I believe you knew my father”
The man simply cocked his head to the side and his eyes narrowed as if he was deep in thought.
“John Winchester” Dean said.
Richard raised his eyebrows, but his expression quickly turned from surprise to understanding and finally curiosity.
“Yeah, I’m sorry… I heard he-”
“Anyways” Dean cut him off “Heard this bar has a lot of hunter customers and thought maybe you could point me in the right direction”
“What direction, exactly?” he said, not looking as pleased.
“Demons” he muttered.
The man’s expression quickly hardened.
“I… think you got something wrong” the man looked away from him “No hunters come here anymore, just retired ones”
Dean just stared at the man with narrowed eyes. He could smell the fear in him with every breath he took and only one word appeared on his mind as he did: liar.
“What do you know about demons, Richard?” Dean insisted.
The man looked back at him, surprised he had actually insisted on the subject.
“Don’t tell me you don’t” Dean continued “I know you are lying”
“Get out of my bar” the man mumbled, anger slowly showing on his eyes.
Dean didn’t move a muscle but simply stared at him; his breathing was becoming faster but he tried to keep himself calmed. His temper was just becoming more and more effervescent as days went by and he didn’t wanted to lose it.
“I said get out of my bar” Richard repeated.
“You owed my father!” Dean took a small piece of paper from the inside of his jacket and slammed it against the bar between both of them as he stood on his feet “So now you owe me!”
Richard looked down at the piece of newspaper in front of him. The page was discolored and what used to be white was now in shades of yellow, a picture of a younger version on himself appeared under the headline ‘Young man, only survivor after his house was smashed into pieces’.
“A poltergeist brought down your house twenty years ago” Dean muttered “You wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for my dad, and you know it!” his tone was cold.
The man slowly looked up at him, still not looking happy but at least he seemed more willing to talk.
“Why do you want to hear about demons?” The man whispered “Seriously boy… they are”
“Evil sons of bitches” Dean continued.
The man shook his head.
“The best you can do is run from them” Richard insisted “I know you are probably seeking revenge for your dad but this isn’t the way. Just leave. You don’t know what you are facing”
The man turned around but before he could take a step forward Dean’s hand was clenched on his shoulder shaking and almost piercing his flesh, Dean made him turn back to him.
“Believe me” Dean could feel the anger and impatience running through his veins, his whole body was shaking violently as he closed his eyes and reopened them “I know”
Richard’s eyes widened and he took a step back. His expression filled with horror as he stared into Dean’s completely black eyes.
“Now, please” he blinked again and his eyes returned to their normal shade of green, but his tone remained harsh and violent, a roar “What exactly have you heard about demons”
Barely minutes later Dean and Richard were sitting at opposite sides of a table that stood at the far end of the empty room. Dean took a long sip from his metallic bottle, while the other man didn’t take his eyes off him.
“You sure you don’t want anything?” he insisted, looking much less aggressive now.
Dean pulled the bottle down slamming it against the table but kept his eyes shut in pain, he closed his fist tightly as he felt flames gripping his throat tightly, contracting his lungs and burning his stomach, this was as if being burned alive, a silent agony. Finally he took a deep breath.
“Sure” he sighed.
“What is it that you’re drinking? Seems tough” Richard said, trying to avoid uncomfortable silences.
“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you” he half smiled still catching his breath “Now what were you saying about demons?”
“Oh” Richard looked down at the table “well, I haven’t had much news about them lately” he shook his head and took a sip from his beer “Apparently one of them showed up at Amy’s motel a couple of nights ago, wanted some help with an address… of course Amy recognized the damn thing, tried to exorcise it but apparently it just ran out the window”
“Amy?” Dean said is eyebrow cocked.
“A fellow hunter, lives just a couple of miles down the highway” he continued “other than that I’ve just heard of people missing and weird storm patterns”
“Down from New York” Dean said as he remembered all the destruction he had seen on the news.
“Actually from California” Richard said, he frowned “Do you have any other leads?”
Dean’s eyes widened as he tried to analyze the information. There were towns being erased from the North and now storms at the West? He had seen for himself towns being erased by demons, there were cities with several incidents and strange events going on in NY he was sure there had to be demons involved and now this?
“What’s the last city with climatologic changes?”
“What?”
“What city had the last storm?” Dean said impatiently, he could feel his heart speeding up inside his chest.
“Well I…”
“Say it!” Dean yelled, he could feel his own heartbeat pounding inside his head and making it hurt badly, almost screaming at him to act, to jump on its feet and attack. What was his own system asking from him? He had no idea.
“Colorado, I think”
Dean stood up from his seat quickly; he could feel the control over his own body quickly slipping away, as if his anger had a mind of his own. Or many it wasn’t his anger.
“Hey” Richard stood up “Where-” he began but stopped as he placed his hand on Dean’s shoulder just to pull it back immediately, as if the bare contact had burned him “What the-”
“I must go” Dean muttered coldly and ran off the door.
Outside the sky was covered with gray clouds. Dean could only think of the fact he had just placed together, demons were probably coming from the north and west, both paths meeting in the same state: Arkansas. This had to be a trap, an ambush. Lilith was certainly coming, not to fight but as a witness for their destruction. There was no running out of this, after all they only had two days to kill her or Asmodeus would claim their souls. There were just two choices: to wait and die or to die fighting. His choice was clear.
Dean took a deep breath as he tired to clam himself. Drops began to fall form the sky, it was nice to finally feel something fresh against the heat of his own body, it helped him calm down. He rubbed his eyes with his hands as he walked down the lonely road trying to think clearly. The road ran long ahead of him, seeming endless, grass grew tall at both sides of the pavement streets and no sound could be heard around, not even crickets.
He increased his speed just as his thoughts began to run fast inside his head. Part of him desperately wanted to go back to his brother, to keep him safe and fight along with him and Bobby against the demons, but despite his own desires fear overtook him, fear of himself. Dean had no control over he demons inside of him and he didn’t plan on risking Sam to any more danger than he was already in. Not knowing about Sam was definitely worrying for him but actually hurting him would just be unbearable. The rain was closing on him, darkening the sky and making it harder for him to see clearly. Deans’ clothes were sticking to his body, completely wet as he looked for his cell phone, he couldn’t go back but at least he had to warn them, send Sam to another state while he gained some time. It rang once.
Suddenly he stopped on his heels and remained quite. He could hear a low sound, a series of them. Steps maybe? They weren’t near at first but the distance between them was being cut at an amazing rate. His eyes widened as he felt a wave of heat pass by him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
“Hell” he whispered.
He began to walk fast at first, but in barely seconds he found himself running, fast than he ever imagined he could. The cold air and drops of water were hitting his face so hard it almost felt like a slap, but he didn’t care if his worst fear was actually correct what was coming after him was far worst. Dean stopped abruptly when he saw a female shape on the distance. A tall woman with short blonde hair was staring at him with crimson eyes.
“Going anywhere?” she half smiled.
His eyes widened as he turned on his heels to the opposite direction just to find two men walking towards him with matching red eyes. Dean didn’t more an inch but took a quick look to his sides from the corners of his eyes, everywhere he looked there were pairs of red eyes fixed on him, at least 12 demos were surrounding him. There was no way out.
“So Dean…” the same woman said from behind him, he could hear her steps as she approached towards him “why don’t you tell us, we are dying to know who you escaped from hell”
He didn’t say a word but simply looked over his shoulder at the girl now standing besides him.
“Oh c’mon, don’t give me that look” she smiled.
“What the hell do you want?” he mumbled.
“Mmmm… how about you dead and back to hell where you were supposed to be” her features hardened “I don’t now how you did it, but Lilith is really angry right now”
“Did I make her cry?” he said sarcastically “My bad”
“You may mock as much as you want” the woman half smiled “but I can see through you, I see the fear in your eyes… the things that happen in hell are hard to forget, aren’t they, Dean?” she was so close to him her voice was a whisper on his ear now.
He closed is hands into fists as he fell a rush of heat run through his veins, anger, hate. His jaw clenched and his featured turned hard. He felt that new side of him taking over, almost growling inside his chest, the same monster that had made him leave Richard’s bar and kept him from going back to his brother, but this was a different scenario. He was now surrounding by enemies, who probably just wanted his destruction, there was no reason for holding back, it was his life or theirs.
“Oh but you’ll go back, don’t worry” she mocked “Just after seeing Lilith destroy your precious brother and -”
The woman stopped and his hand slowly turned into pain as Dean gripped his right hand tightly around her throat and lifted her several inches above the ground.
“Don’t you dare touch my brother” he said, slowly turning to look at her, his eyes black.
He could see the features on the girl morph into astonishment as she saw him. Then he slammed pinned her against the pavement on the street. He could feel a ring of heat closing on around him, the others had come to back her up, but he didn’t care, he was ready.
Dean turned around just in time to punch a demon on the face sending him several meters away, but as he did he felt a weight on top of him, almost making him fall to the ground and a pair of arms closing around his neck. He slid his hand inside his jacket, took out his metallic bottle and sprayed holly water over both a man walking towards him and the one clinging to his back, both screamed loudly in pain. Several drops of holly water reached Dean’s shoulder, making him stumble and closed his eyes in pain. In that same instant he felt and heavy weight rushing against him, and he fell to the pavement.
He opened his eyes quickly as his face hit the wet pavement and rolled over just to find a big man standing by him. He shrieked as the demon punched him on the stomach and then on the jaw. Dean made an effort to punch the demon making him distracted as he stood up, but before he could recover completely another pair of hands grabbed his arms from behind. The big man smiled at his partner as he held Dean steady and walked towards him his hands turned into fists. Dean kicked the man making him fall to the ground, but before he knew it the one holding his hands threw him against the pavement again and rolling him over. Dean felt as if his head had just cracked into along with one of his arms, he was almost out of breath as he saw several shapes closing on around him. He couldn’t help to think about Sam, unaware of what was happening and desperately hoped Bobby could protect him from what was coming. A tall woman with long dark hair smiled and rushed towards him, closing his hand into a fist and puling it back for impulse. Dean felt his muscles tightening, getting ready for the strike but felt nothing. Instead the woman disappeared right in front of his eyes and something small fell on his mouth. He took it in his hand and his eyes narrowed as he saw it was a single black feather.
Suddenly a loud outburst echoed around him. Dean looked up and his eyes widened as he saw how demons disappeared just to reappear against the pavement, dead. He stood up as fast as he could; demons were less concerned about getting him and more preoccupied about whatever was finishing them off. Barely seconds after the twelve demons were lying on the ground, stiff and inert. One single shape stood in between the group of corpses, he couldn’t distinguish the face in the darkness but it was easy to tell she was holding a knife on her hand. Then echo of the demons’ screams was replaced by several howls. Deans’ eyes widened, he only knew one creature that could actually produce that sound. The other person had clearly noticed too and was now walking towards him. Dean’s eyes narrowed as he recognized who it was.
Mia’s hair was now covering parts of her face and she was wet from head to toes.
“Are you ok?” she muttered.
He didn’t way a word; actually there was none he could think of right now so he just nodded. Then a second and louder howl made him look away.
“Yes, those are hellhounds” she said taking another step towards him “We must go, Dean”
He immediately turned towards her. Mia’s hand was stretched out in his direction, he didn’t know much about her but he knew that her transportation or whatever the heck it was called was the only way to get out of there on time, but on the other hand he still remembered how that demon had screamed in pain by the bare contact with hair just days ago.
“No” he said taking a step back.
“Dean, I know” she said, her eyes pleading “I won’t hurt you. I promise”
There was another howl; they could even hear the sound of the hellhounds paws against the pavement.
“Do you trust me?” she said, desperation on her shaky voice.
He looked straight into her eyes. Finally he grabbed her hand and they were gone.
Author: Mel aka mad_about_dan
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13, violence and cursing.
Timeline: Post-No rest for the wicked
Wordcount: 3222
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
Ambush
His breathing was unsteady as he rushed down the abandoned town and towards the church as fast as he could. The wind blew coldly against his cheeks and also causing the braches of nearby trees to sway and the bells on top of the church to ring. He couldn’t believe it; anger and fear filled him as he came to realize what had happened.
“I knew it” he muttered like a preach to himself.
How could he have been so stupid, something deep inside him knew there was something he hadn’t yet seen, but this just wasn’t something he could have guessed, and even now already knowing that it had happened it was hard to believe.
The church doors opened and Bobby ran down the small steps to his encounter.
“What happened, boy?”
Bobby said coming to a stop as he saw Sam’s expression. His eyes were wide and even when they were staring directly into Bobby’s seemed empty, distant as if it didn’t matter that he was there physically some part of him wasn’t.
“Dean… he’s gone” Sam whispered almost out of breath, pain in his tone as if every word he said out loud hurt him.
Day 5
The smell of smoke and liquor filled the room even though it was empty except for a man sleeping on the floor by the pool table, an old lady picking up the bottles from the ground and a man standing behind the bar.
Slowly he approached, examining every single detail of the room, from the wooden walls, and broken lamps to the pair of pool tables and broken chairs laid against the tables. Dean sat on one of the tall chairs by the old bar and cleared his throat.
“We are not attending until midday, sir” the bartender said not turning around to face him, still cleaning the same glass on his hand.
“I don’t come for liquor, Richard” Dean said, his tone low but reluctant “its more of a hunter’s business”
The man stopped suddenly and placed the glass on a small table behind the bar, still not looking at him.
“Oh” he muttered “And what…” his hand slid under the table where he had just put the glass “Would that be!” he turned around, gun in hand, but to his surprise he didn’t have one but two shotguns pointing back at him.
Richard stopped immediately, his eyes fixed on the ones of the young man staring at him from the other side of the bar. He could read nothing but calm on the features of the young hunter, except on his eyes, those had a strange fierceness in them, he didn’t like it. He had seen this same laid calmly violent attitude, and those eyes were certainly familiar too.
Dean simply took both of his guns down, gesturing him to do the same. The bartender was older than him, around 40 years old, with light brown eyes and slightly curled shoulder length hair.
“Do I know you?” the bartender cocked his eyebrow and put his gun down too, quickly checking around in case someone else was watching.
“Don’t think so” Dean took a deep breath and bent against the bar “But I believe you knew my father”
The man simply cocked his head to the side and his eyes narrowed as if he was deep in thought.
“John Winchester” Dean said.
Richard raised his eyebrows, but his expression quickly turned from surprise to understanding and finally curiosity.
“Yeah, I’m sorry… I heard he-”
“Anyways” Dean cut him off “Heard this bar has a lot of hunter customers and thought maybe you could point me in the right direction”
“What direction, exactly?” he said, not looking as pleased.
“Demons” he muttered.
The man’s expression quickly hardened.
“I… think you got something wrong” the man looked away from him “No hunters come here anymore, just retired ones”
Dean just stared at the man with narrowed eyes. He could smell the fear in him with every breath he took and only one word appeared on his mind as he did: liar.
“What do you know about demons, Richard?” Dean insisted.
The man looked back at him, surprised he had actually insisted on the subject.
“Don’t tell me you don’t” Dean continued “I know you are lying”
“Get out of my bar” the man mumbled, anger slowly showing on his eyes.
Dean didn’t move a muscle but simply stared at him; his breathing was becoming faster but he tried to keep himself calmed. His temper was just becoming more and more effervescent as days went by and he didn’t wanted to lose it.
“I said get out of my bar” Richard repeated.
“You owed my father!” Dean took a small piece of paper from the inside of his jacket and slammed it against the bar between both of them as he stood on his feet “So now you owe me!”
Richard looked down at the piece of newspaper in front of him. The page was discolored and what used to be white was now in shades of yellow, a picture of a younger version on himself appeared under the headline ‘Young man, only survivor after his house was smashed into pieces’.
“A poltergeist brought down your house twenty years ago” Dean muttered “You wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for my dad, and you know it!” his tone was cold.
The man slowly looked up at him, still not looking happy but at least he seemed more willing to talk.
“Why do you want to hear about demons?” The man whispered “Seriously boy… they are”
“Evil sons of bitches” Dean continued.
The man shook his head.
“The best you can do is run from them” Richard insisted “I know you are probably seeking revenge for your dad but this isn’t the way. Just leave. You don’t know what you are facing”
The man turned around but before he could take a step forward Dean’s hand was clenched on his shoulder shaking and almost piercing his flesh, Dean made him turn back to him.
“Believe me” Dean could feel the anger and impatience running through his veins, his whole body was shaking violently as he closed his eyes and reopened them “I know”
Richard’s eyes widened and he took a step back. His expression filled with horror as he stared into Dean’s completely black eyes.
“Now, please” he blinked again and his eyes returned to their normal shade of green, but his tone remained harsh and violent, a roar “What exactly have you heard about demons”
Barely minutes later Dean and Richard were sitting at opposite sides of a table that stood at the far end of the empty room. Dean took a long sip from his metallic bottle, while the other man didn’t take his eyes off him.
“You sure you don’t want anything?” he insisted, looking much less aggressive now.
Dean pulled the bottle down slamming it against the table but kept his eyes shut in pain, he closed his fist tightly as he felt flames gripping his throat tightly, contracting his lungs and burning his stomach, this was as if being burned alive, a silent agony. Finally he took a deep breath.
“Sure” he sighed.
“What is it that you’re drinking? Seems tough” Richard said, trying to avoid uncomfortable silences.
“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you” he half smiled still catching his breath “Now what were you saying about demons?”
“Oh” Richard looked down at the table “well, I haven’t had much news about them lately” he shook his head and took a sip from his beer “Apparently one of them showed up at Amy’s motel a couple of nights ago, wanted some help with an address… of course Amy recognized the damn thing, tried to exorcise it but apparently it just ran out the window”
“Amy?” Dean said is eyebrow cocked.
“A fellow hunter, lives just a couple of miles down the highway” he continued “other than that I’ve just heard of people missing and weird storm patterns”
“Down from New York” Dean said as he remembered all the destruction he had seen on the news.
“Actually from California” Richard said, he frowned “Do you have any other leads?”
Dean’s eyes widened as he tried to analyze the information. There were towns being erased from the North and now storms at the West? He had seen for himself towns being erased by demons, there were cities with several incidents and strange events going on in NY he was sure there had to be demons involved and now this?
“What’s the last city with climatologic changes?”
“What?”
“What city had the last storm?” Dean said impatiently, he could feel his heart speeding up inside his chest.
“Well I…”
“Say it!” Dean yelled, he could feel his own heartbeat pounding inside his head and making it hurt badly, almost screaming at him to act, to jump on its feet and attack. What was his own system asking from him? He had no idea.
“Colorado, I think”
Dean stood up from his seat quickly; he could feel the control over his own body quickly slipping away, as if his anger had a mind of his own. Or many it wasn’t his anger.
“Hey” Richard stood up “Where-” he began but stopped as he placed his hand on Dean’s shoulder just to pull it back immediately, as if the bare contact had burned him “What the-”
“I must go” Dean muttered coldly and ran off the door.
Outside the sky was covered with gray clouds. Dean could only think of the fact he had just placed together, demons were probably coming from the north and west, both paths meeting in the same state: Arkansas. This had to be a trap, an ambush. Lilith was certainly coming, not to fight but as a witness for their destruction. There was no running out of this, after all they only had two days to kill her or Asmodeus would claim their souls. There were just two choices: to wait and die or to die fighting. His choice was clear.
Dean took a deep breath as he tired to clam himself. Drops began to fall form the sky, it was nice to finally feel something fresh against the heat of his own body, it helped him calm down. He rubbed his eyes with his hands as he walked down the lonely road trying to think clearly. The road ran long ahead of him, seeming endless, grass grew tall at both sides of the pavement streets and no sound could be heard around, not even crickets.
He increased his speed just as his thoughts began to run fast inside his head. Part of him desperately wanted to go back to his brother, to keep him safe and fight along with him and Bobby against the demons, but despite his own desires fear overtook him, fear of himself. Dean had no control over he demons inside of him and he didn’t plan on risking Sam to any more danger than he was already in. Not knowing about Sam was definitely worrying for him but actually hurting him would just be unbearable. The rain was closing on him, darkening the sky and making it harder for him to see clearly. Deans’ clothes were sticking to his body, completely wet as he looked for his cell phone, he couldn’t go back but at least he had to warn them, send Sam to another state while he gained some time. It rang once.
Suddenly he stopped on his heels and remained quite. He could hear a low sound, a series of them. Steps maybe? They weren’t near at first but the distance between them was being cut at an amazing rate. His eyes widened as he felt a wave of heat pass by him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
“Hell” he whispered.
He began to walk fast at first, but in barely seconds he found himself running, fast than he ever imagined he could. The cold air and drops of water were hitting his face so hard it almost felt like a slap, but he didn’t care if his worst fear was actually correct what was coming after him was far worst. Dean stopped abruptly when he saw a female shape on the distance. A tall woman with short blonde hair was staring at him with crimson eyes.
“Going anywhere?” she half smiled.
His eyes widened as he turned on his heels to the opposite direction just to find two men walking towards him with matching red eyes. Dean didn’t more an inch but took a quick look to his sides from the corners of his eyes, everywhere he looked there were pairs of red eyes fixed on him, at least 12 demos were surrounding him. There was no way out.
“So Dean…” the same woman said from behind him, he could hear her steps as she approached towards him “why don’t you tell us, we are dying to know who you escaped from hell”
He didn’t say a word but simply looked over his shoulder at the girl now standing besides him.
“Oh c’mon, don’t give me that look” she smiled.
“What the hell do you want?” he mumbled.
“Mmmm… how about you dead and back to hell where you were supposed to be” her features hardened “I don’t now how you did it, but Lilith is really angry right now”
“Did I make her cry?” he said sarcastically “My bad”
“You may mock as much as you want” the woman half smiled “but I can see through you, I see the fear in your eyes… the things that happen in hell are hard to forget, aren’t they, Dean?” she was so close to him her voice was a whisper on his ear now.
He closed is hands into fists as he fell a rush of heat run through his veins, anger, hate. His jaw clenched and his featured turned hard. He felt that new side of him taking over, almost growling inside his chest, the same monster that had made him leave Richard’s bar and kept him from going back to his brother, but this was a different scenario. He was now surrounding by enemies, who probably just wanted his destruction, there was no reason for holding back, it was his life or theirs.
“Oh but you’ll go back, don’t worry” she mocked “Just after seeing Lilith destroy your precious brother and -”
The woman stopped and his hand slowly turned into pain as Dean gripped his right hand tightly around her throat and lifted her several inches above the ground.
“Don’t you dare touch my brother” he said, slowly turning to look at her, his eyes black.
He could see the features on the girl morph into astonishment as she saw him. Then he slammed pinned her against the pavement on the street. He could feel a ring of heat closing on around him, the others had come to back her up, but he didn’t care, he was ready.
Dean turned around just in time to punch a demon on the face sending him several meters away, but as he did he felt a weight on top of him, almost making him fall to the ground and a pair of arms closing around his neck. He slid his hand inside his jacket, took out his metallic bottle and sprayed holly water over both a man walking towards him and the one clinging to his back, both screamed loudly in pain. Several drops of holly water reached Dean’s shoulder, making him stumble and closed his eyes in pain. In that same instant he felt and heavy weight rushing against him, and he fell to the pavement.
He opened his eyes quickly as his face hit the wet pavement and rolled over just to find a big man standing by him. He shrieked as the demon punched him on the stomach and then on the jaw. Dean made an effort to punch the demon making him distracted as he stood up, but before he could recover completely another pair of hands grabbed his arms from behind. The big man smiled at his partner as he held Dean steady and walked towards him his hands turned into fists. Dean kicked the man making him fall to the ground, but before he knew it the one holding his hands threw him against the pavement again and rolling him over. Dean felt as if his head had just cracked into along with one of his arms, he was almost out of breath as he saw several shapes closing on around him. He couldn’t help to think about Sam, unaware of what was happening and desperately hoped Bobby could protect him from what was coming. A tall woman with long dark hair smiled and rushed towards him, closing his hand into a fist and puling it back for impulse. Dean felt his muscles tightening, getting ready for the strike but felt nothing. Instead the woman disappeared right in front of his eyes and something small fell on his mouth. He took it in his hand and his eyes narrowed as he saw it was a single black feather.
Suddenly a loud outburst echoed around him. Dean looked up and his eyes widened as he saw how demons disappeared just to reappear against the pavement, dead. He stood up as fast as he could; demons were less concerned about getting him and more preoccupied about whatever was finishing them off. Barely seconds after the twelve demons were lying on the ground, stiff and inert. One single shape stood in between the group of corpses, he couldn’t distinguish the face in the darkness but it was easy to tell she was holding a knife on her hand. Then echo of the demons’ screams was replaced by several howls. Deans’ eyes widened, he only knew one creature that could actually produce that sound. The other person had clearly noticed too and was now walking towards him. Dean’s eyes narrowed as he recognized who it was.
Mia’s hair was now covering parts of her face and she was wet from head to toes.
“Are you ok?” she muttered.
He didn’t way a word; actually there was none he could think of right now so he just nodded. Then a second and louder howl made him look away.
“Yes, those are hellhounds” she said taking another step towards him “We must go, Dean”
He immediately turned towards her. Mia’s hand was stretched out in his direction, he didn’t know much about her but he knew that her transportation or whatever the heck it was called was the only way to get out of there on time, but on the other hand he still remembered how that demon had screamed in pain by the bare contact with hair just days ago.
“No” he said taking a step back.
“Dean, I know” she said, her eyes pleading “I won’t hurt you. I promise”
There was another howl; they could even hear the sound of the hellhounds paws against the pavement.
“Do you trust me?” she said, desperation on her shaky voice.
He looked straight into her eyes. Finally he grabbed her hand and they were gone.