Dean's nightmare
Dean had searched the entire cavern and found nothing, no one and no way out.
He was cold, worried, more than a little scared, but also bored enough that when the demon appeared he was glad as much for the diversion as for the chance to figure out what was going on and maybe get out of here.
"So what now?" he asked as the demon just stood there and stared at him. "String my up by meathooks over a pit of hellfire or something?"
"Nothing so simple," the demon replied. "We're a lot more creative here." It continued to stare at Dean and Dean suddenly felt something inside his mind.
It was just like before with Manticore, as an alien presence invaded his thoughts, reading his secrets, blowing past his defenses like smoke. For a moment he freaked and a whimper escaped him as the fear overwhelmed him. But then all the training he'd done with Anakin in case of just this sort of thing kicked in and he calmed enough to do what he'd been taught and pushed the demon out of his mind.
Violently as it turned out as the demon staggered back, reeling. Dean took advantage and sprung forward, quickly snatching the wicked blade the demon had on its hip. Another second and Dean had the blade at the thing's throat.
"Now we're going to keep things simple," Dean growled, "and you're going to show me the way out of here and then take me to my brother, or I'm going to get creative with the cutting."
The demon may have been an evil ugly sonuvabitch but it wasn't stupid so it wasn't much later that Dean was rounding a corner into another cavern in time to see Sammy putting down a demon of his own. Dean laughed in relief and pride. "That's my boy," he murmured.
Sammy turned and caught sight of him then. "Dean!" he called out, smiling happily.
He didn't see what Dean could -- that the demon behind Sammy wasn't as out as it had first seemed. Dean opened his mouth to yell a warning but it was already too late. He watched in horror as the demon surged up and plunged a knife into Sammy's back.
"SAM!" Dean screamed, running forward as his brother dropped like a puppet whose strings had been cut. He got to him in time to keep him from faceplanting, sliding into a kneeling position and catching Sammy's body (Oh god, no, no) as he was falling forward.
"Sam, Sammy, Sammy," Dean babbled, "Don't do this, don't-" He faltered as his hand against his brother's back came away warm and sticky with blood. Too much blood. Sammy was completely limp against him and Dean had seen enough death to not be able to deny its reality when he encountered it, however much he wanted to.
Holding Sammy's lifeless body tightly, Dean let out an animalistic howl of pain.
He was cold, worried, more than a little scared, but also bored enough that when the demon appeared he was glad as much for the diversion as for the chance to figure out what was going on and maybe get out of here.
"So what now?" he asked as the demon just stood there and stared at him. "String my up by meathooks over a pit of hellfire or something?"
"Nothing so simple," the demon replied. "We're a lot more creative here." It continued to stare at Dean and Dean suddenly felt something inside his mind.
It was just like before with Manticore, as an alien presence invaded his thoughts, reading his secrets, blowing past his defenses like smoke. For a moment he freaked and a whimper escaped him as the fear overwhelmed him. But then all the training he'd done with Anakin in case of just this sort of thing kicked in and he calmed enough to do what he'd been taught and pushed the demon out of his mind.
Violently as it turned out as the demon staggered back, reeling. Dean took advantage and sprung forward, quickly snatching the wicked blade the demon had on its hip. Another second and Dean had the blade at the thing's throat.
"Now we're going to keep things simple," Dean growled, "and you're going to show me the way out of here and then take me to my brother, or I'm going to get creative with the cutting."
The demon may have been an evil ugly sonuvabitch but it wasn't stupid so it wasn't much later that Dean was rounding a corner into another cavern in time to see Sammy putting down a demon of his own. Dean laughed in relief and pride. "That's my boy," he murmured.
Sammy turned and caught sight of him then. "Dean!" he called out, smiling happily.
He didn't see what Dean could -- that the demon behind Sammy wasn't as out as it had first seemed. Dean opened his mouth to yell a warning but it was already too late. He watched in horror as the demon surged up and plunged a knife into Sammy's back.
"SAM!" Dean screamed, running forward as his brother dropped like a puppet whose strings had been cut. He got to him in time to keep him from faceplanting, sliding into a kneeling position and catching Sammy's body (Oh god, no, no) as he was falling forward.
"Sam, Sammy, Sammy," Dean babbled, "Don't do this, don't-" He faltered as his hand against his brother's back came away warm and sticky with blood. Too much blood. Sammy was completely limp against him and Dean had seen enough death to not be able to deny its reality when he encountered it, however much he wanted to.
Holding Sammy's lifeless body tightly, Dean let out an animalistic howl of pain.