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Post by Almighty Admin on May 13, 2008 0:48:49 GMT -4
Sam struggled with trying to keep his composure as well as his consciousness in order to finish the exorcism but each fit of coughs only brought up more blood and more pain and his body was far from spent and he could hardly see straight through the pain.
“Deus altissimus, cui in magna tua superbia te similem haberi adhuc præsumis; qui omnes homines vult salvos fieri et ad agnitionem veritaris venire. Imperat tibi Deus Pater…” Pain tore through Sam’s chest as the demon lashed out with his feet and caught Sam square in the chest sending stabbing pain through the broken ribs he had sustained from the beating with the tire iron. He low cry of pain tore from his mouth as he curled into his side for a moment shaking from the pain as he tried to breath through it.
“Don’t call me Sammy,” he growled his eyes forcing themselves open as he glared back into the black eyes of his brother.
“Tibi Deus Filiu; imperat tibi Deus Spiritus Sanctus. Imperat tibi majestas Christi, æternum Dei Verbum, caro factum , qui pro salute generis nostri tua invidia perditi, humiliavit semetipsum facfus hobediens usque ad mortem; qui Ecclesiam suam ædificavit supra firmam petram, et portas inferi adversus eam nunquam esse preavalituras edixit…” Sam stopped the latin chant as he heard the sickening sound of bones cracking as the demon shattered Dean’s hand and wrist in order to free itself from the handcuff.
Sam’s eyes narrowed in confusion as the demon began to talk about some sort of a lease it held in regards to being attached to Dean’s soul. Sam’s head snapped backwards a new flow of blood gushing from his nose as the demon’s fist connected with his face once more sending Sam reeling backwards and white hot stars of pain crashed around his sight.
Sam’s eyes narrowed in anger and pain as he saw the demon try and exit the car but he knew it would be pointless due to the devil’s trap on the roof of the car. Sam flinched as the doors to the Impala all slammed shut and he found himself locked in the car with the demon.
But that was the thing that didn’t make sense both him and Dean had gotten tattoos in order to prevent demonic possession but something wasn’t right and Sam wrenched himself forward and tore the front of Dean’s shirt open to reveal his chest and the tattoo. There was an angry scar which sliced right through the tattoo from where he had been stabbed…the scar sliced through the tattoo severing the protection seal. That sight alone was enough to spur Sam back into the exorcism.
“Ipse permansurus omnibus diebus usque ad consummationem sæculi. Imperat tibi sacramentum Crucis, omniumque christianæ fidei Mysteriorum virtus. Imperat tibi excelsa Dei Genitrix Virgo Maria + , quæ superbissimum caput tuum a primo instanti immaculatæ suæ conceptionis in sua humilitate contrivit. Imperat tibi fides sanctorum Apostolorum Petri et Pauli, et ceterorum Apostolorum. Imperat tibi Martyrum sanguis, ac pia Sanctorum et Sanctarum omnium intercessio…” Sam froze as he finally took in what the demon had said. It had tied itself to Dean’s soul making them both one and if he exorcised the demon Dean’s soul would be torn out as well.
A crestfallen look of defeat crossed Sam’s face as he stared back at the demon trying to sort whether he could afford to believe the evil son of a bitch or not.
“No…demon’s lie…they lie…” Sam repeated weakly his eyes beginning to lose their focus as he struggled to stay conscious but his body was so consumed with pain and he was literally soaked in his own blood from all of the different wounds and injuries. He held his broken right arm against his chest as he stared back defeated into the empty eyes of his brother.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 13, 2008 8:51:13 GMT -4
The Demon smirked back at Sammy, his eyes blackened once more and he cracked his neck to the side as he stared down at him. “Whatever you say.....Sammy....” he growled “But see....it makes it all the better if I use the name that dear old Dean uses....makes it all the sweeter when you know that the pathetic waste of space is the one about to destroy you....” he growled.
As the Latin continued to fall from Sam and attack the Demon to its very core, it writhed in sheer agony upon the back seat of the Impala. Its head felt near to explosion as the pain tore through him, ripped through him and it struggled to keep a firm hold on Dean's body.
As his black eyes latched with Sam he glanced down at Dean's chest and smirked “See....an open door....” he groaned through the exertion of speaking “Meg left it all the hell open for any son of a bitch to climb right in....call me a chancer but Hell....I will be the one to destroy the Winchesters....to bring them down to their knees....” he spat “And what better way than from the inside?!” he growled and launched himself back at Sam.
The Demon fell back against the back seat, his face contorted in sheer agony, his mind screaming with pain as the Latin continued and he struggled to speak through it all. His voice, a low menacing growl fell from him forced, broken as he attempted to stare back at Sam. “Do you know what I am latching on to Sam....” he spat, his voice an unearthly growl, nothing resembling the Dean Winchester Sam knew at all.
“Dean's inbuilt hatred for you Sammy....the sheer level at which he despises you is immense....but boy it makes me strong....” he growled “Every waking moment....every time he looks at you Sammy....he is filled with nothing but resentment....hatred....disgust....He hates you and all that you stand for....The good that you so desperately try to cling to makes you weak and Dean knows this....”
As Sam ceased with the Latin and merely stared back at him, the Demon allowed a half cocked smile to cross his lips and he leaned in closer to Sam, barely inches between the pair of them “He chose....to die....to get all the fck away from you Sammy....he can't take this anymore....any of this....he would rather let his rotting corpse be salted, burned and buried in hallowed ground than have to call himself your brother again Sammy....” he growled.
The Demon's face contorted in sheer agony as his head all but exploded and he clutched it with a whimper in his hands “Boy.....he doesn't like me...telling the truth Sammy!” he growled through the pain, his black eyes settling on Sam again “Well tough shit for him....” he spat “Your brother....despises you Sammy....why do you think he didn't return that pathetic little hug you gave him back there....the weakness you show around him makes him sick....” he spat viciously, knowing that his words would cut Sam down just how he wanted.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 13, 2008 9:45:20 GMT -4
Sam stared back into the demonic eyes that had overtaken the eyes of his brother. But this was his fault as well; it was because of him and his deal that this demon ahd been able to latch on to Dean’s soul at all and it was because Dean had died in order to protect Sam that he had even been in that state to begin with. It all went back to the constant cost that Sam was on his brother. He didn’t even bother correcting the name demon any longer in regards to it calling him “Sammy” he knew it wouldn’t listen and he was only using up what little energy he had left.
“He won’t let you…he won’t let you destroy me…” Sam replied his voice shallow and riddled with pain as his hands gripped tightly around the flask of holy water.
“And I won’t let you do this to him,” Sam whispered his eyes rolling closed for a moment before he forced himself to open them again and he blinked several time trying to clear his head as best as he could.
Sam struggled within himself to remember the next bit of the exorcism. He would have any other day been able to recite it and have been done with it but his head was clouded with pain and his body was screaming at him with every turn and he was also terrified that some how the demon would rip Dean’s soul from his body as well and everything would have been all for not.
Sam froze as the demon asked him if he knew how he was latching on to Dean, it was true demons usually possessed those who were unstable at the time of frantic or angry or whatever the emotion was…he wasn’t entirely sure how that worked once a person was dead but he could see it working the same way.
Sam’s eyes widened as the demon began to explain why it was it had such a strong hold of his brother. He couldn’t begin to try and hide the devastated and crest fallen look which crossed his eyes at every sentence the demon spat at him.
“Dean's inbuilt hatred for you Sammy....the sheer level at which he despises you is immense....but boy it makes me strong…Every waking moment....every time he looks at you Sammy....he is filled with nothing but resentment....hatred....disgust....He hates you and all that you stand for....The good that you so desperately try to cling to makes you weak and Dean knows this....”
Sam knew demon’s lied, their father had drilled that into them when they ere boys that demons would lie to get you to believe what they were saying and hurt you from the inside out.
“No…you’re lying…demons lie it’s what you do…he doesn’t hate…” Sam’s entire resolve and will shattered at the next string of words the demon hurled at him. It had been the second time that he had heard that night that Dean had chose to die.
“He chose....to die....to get all the fck away from you Sammy....he can't take this anymore....any of this....he would rather let his rotting corpse be salted, burned and buried in hallowed ground than have to call himself your brother again Sammy....”
The voice of the Crossroads demon tore through his head as well as he stared back at his “brother” utterly shattered hot tears streaming down his blood stained face as a part of him believed what the demon was saying was true and that part grew stronger by the second.
“…He knew that his sacrifice was to be a waste....and he cursed and he resented you for it....his last thoughts of you were filled with nothing but hatred for you Sam.....”
He had heard it twice from two very different demons and he couldn’t help but believe it.
Aside from the fact that Dean had left…he had left Sam with Ruby…after finally having his fill of his younger brother?
"Sorry Sam, he left a couple of hours ago. You've been out for a while."
They had been back hunting together for a year almost and maybe Dean had remembered exactly why it was that Sam wasn’t of any use to them and how all he did was cost the family instead of add to it. Dean had never been out right nasty to Sam when they were little he had cared for his brother…but they did have their moments and as the demons words coursed through him Sam couldn’t help but shift everything into one giant bowl.
“How hard is it Sam?! I mean come on! This is what we do it’s what Dad raised us to do and you can’t even do that!”
They had stood in the middle of the motel hallway ripping into each other while their father had all but let them having locked them both out of the motel room till they sorted it out.
“Yeah it’s what we were raised to do …not by mom though! She didn’t want this for us!”
When backed against the wall Sam had always clung to their mother and the life she would have given them had she not been stolen away from all three of them that night.
”I want normal Dean…I’m not asking for a fortune I’m asking to be able to stay in one school long enough to graduate from it! One year Dean! One god damn year!”
They had gone back and forth for the better part of an hour screaming at each other but Dean had been the one to end that fight with a simple sentence that Sam could hear so clearly.
“You’re a selfish son of a bitch Sam when the fck are you gonna grow up?!”
And with that he had gone off leaving Sam outside of the motel room.
He knew it was normal for brother’s to fight especially when they were shoved down each others throats every second but Sam did feel selfish he always had. Their father made Dean sacrifice everything for Sam and drilled it into his head over and over that Sam was important and this or that and Sam could more then see how Dean would hate him and resent him…their father had shoved hunting at Sam over and over and he had hated it and he had resented it why wouldn’t Dean hate and resent him?
He had every reason to.
He hadn’t brought Dean back for Dean; he had brought Dean back because he couldn’t be alone, he couldn’t deal with his brother being dead, and he had to make it right. Dean had never asked to be brought back Sam had forced him into it.
As thought after ripped through Sam’s mind he felt himself shatter and die inside as he realized the demon wasn’t lying…his brother hated him and his brother would be better off without him.
“I’m sorry…God Dean I’m sorry,” Sam whimpered tears streaming down his face as his eyes pleaded and begged with his brother all but begging for forgiveness even though the demon was in his body.
“Please Dean…” Sam begged with a desperate sob his entire body shaking from the emotion of being torn apart both physically and emotionally.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 13, 2008 10:27:25 GMT -4
The Demon stared back at Sam as he could visibly see the effect his every word were having upon the younger Winchester brother and he could not help but allow an all too satisfied smirk to cross his lips. “Yeah we lie Sammy.....” he growled “Call it second nature but hell....isn't it fun tryna work out whats the truth and what isn't?” he spat viciously.
As Sam sat in total silence, his face showing the utter emotional breakdown that his words had caused, the Demon attempted to make himself comfortable and stared down at the mangled mess he had created of Dean's hand. A small pout crossed his lips as he waited for Sam to say something....anything and he had begun to grow very weary of the silence about them. “He blamed you....you know, for her death....Mary....” he mumbled, glancing up at Sam and shooting him a broad grin “Why did Sam have to born on that day....why did he have to be sixth months old on that day....why did he even have to exist....?” he added spitefully, his eyes drilling back into Sam “All he can think is that if you were never born then he would be happy, he would have his mommy, he would have his daddy and you....well you would just be a bad dream...the worst kind of nightmare imaginable....” he growled, his voice still laced with the unearthly spite that fell from him.
The Demon pulled himself forwards and gripped Sam's face hard within his good hand, his finger nails cut into the flesh of Sam's cheeks and his eyes drilled into his “But instead he has to play babysitter to the weak and pathetic little shit that his whore of a mother gave birth to...the pointless waste of time, space and energy that she left for him to be mother, father and older brother to....” The Demon's word fell from him like they were a flowing river and he smiled broadly back at Sam, his eyes filled with nothing but malice. “He is nothing but a nanny....his life means nothing because of you Sammy....Daddy loves you more than him....Mommy doted on you whilst she let Dean watch on in the sidelines....Dean Winchester is a lonely.....lonely human being. He was never wanted....never...not even by the bitch that was meant to love him unconditionally....he had the responsibility of looking after you heaped upon his shoulders, the world upon his back and he was broken and you.....you were too selfish and too blind to see it....”
The Demon affirmed his grip upon Sam's face and tore him forwards to stare at him. “I am here because of what you created Sammy Boy....had you left well alone....none of this would have happened....What's dead should stay dead....”
The Demon's eyes locked with Sam's tear stained, pain filled eyes as the younger brother finally found his voice, and as his pleading, his broken voice cut through him, he grimaced back in sheer agony and all but slammed his head against the back of the seat they sat upon “Shut up!” he spat viciously, his black eyes locking with Sam's.
A small whimper was torn from the Demon and his hands instinctively shot up to his head to curb the wave of pain that slammed through him and he lunged for Sam's throat “Shut the hell up!” he hissed painfully, his eyes screwing up in sheer agony, his fingers cutting into the flesh of Sam's throat. A pain filled scream fell from the Demon and his head lolled forwards, resting upon Sam's shoulder as his breathing hitched and tore from his chest, his body wracked with agony and as he tore his head back up and stared back at Sam, the eyes no longer shone black, the green eyes that Sam knew, the green eyes that always held nothing but brotherly love for Sam stared weakly back.
His hands released their grip upon his throat and he reached up to take a gentle hold of Sam's face, his body wracked and his breathing wheezed from his chest as he shook his head gently at his brother “Don't.....give it...what it....” Dean's breath hitched in his throat and he choked desperately back against it as his hand clenched at Sam's face of their own accord and he stared back at his brother with nothing but fear in his blood shot eyes.”Don't.....” he gasped desperately.
As the grip on Sam's face was quickly reaffirmed and the eyes of hatred and malice flashed back onto the Sam, Dean's face was driven forward and smashed clean into his brothers. “I'll be sure to let him know.....” the Demon spat viciously, blood exploding from his nose from the impact of his face with Sam's.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 13, 2008 13:44:27 GMT -4
Sam stared back at the demon as it continued to speak on his brother’s feelings and his mother and everything. Every word only served to slice him that much deeper he wanted to be angry at the words the demon said in regards to his mother and everything else but he didn’t have the will nay longer that had been all but shattered the moment he put together the pieces that the only constant in his life hated the fact he was ever born.
Tears continued to stream down his face as word after word was hurled at him causing him to sick deeper and deeper.
“I didn’t kill mom,” he whispered his voice faint and pained. He really wasn’t trying to convince anyone any more he was just trying to say something even though it hurt just the same because it was true; if he hadn’t been born Mary would have been fine and the Winchesters would have lived a normal…apple pie life.
Sam flinched as the demon held his face in his grip; “Dean’s nails tearing scratches into the flesh of his face as he stared back wide eyed and silent.
Sam slammed backwards as the demon’s hands wrapped around his throat cutting off the oxygen to his lungs. He clawed desperately at “Dean’s” hands trying anything he could to pry them off so that he could get air into his lungs which had begun to burn in protest.
“Stop…please…” he gasped desperately trying to fight him off but not having the strength in his weak and injured body.
Sam stared up confused at Dean’s eyes as they switched from black to green and his hands left his throat and went to his face. Sam gulped down a pained breath of air his lungs immediately grateful for it.
“Dean?....” Sam’s voice was small and panicked as he thought for a moment that his brother had pushed through the demon once more but he couldn’t be sure.
He stared up into his brother’s eyes his own tears still making their way down his face streaking blood across his face as he stared back desperately at his brother.
“I’m sorry...Dean…please…please don’t…” Sam cried out in pain as the grip upon his face immediately tightened sending pain through his jaw. He didn’t have much time to process anything else as “Dean’s” face slammed into his sending him crashing backwards blood gushing from his face as he crumpled backwards against the seat unconscious.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 13, 2008 14:32:59 GMT -4
The Demon smirked back at Sam as his voice all but whimpered out and he pouted gently “Of course you didn't Sammy....how can a six month little baby all out murder someone....oh no, you were just the catalyst for it and paint me pedantic but hell....that lays the blame on you doesn't it?” he smirked happily.
A look of sheer disgust crossed the Demon's face as Sam all but pleaded and begged for his brother just before he drove his face clean into his and he watched with an all too gleeful look upon his face as the youngest Winchester slumped unconscious in his seat. As the Demon sat and stared back at the still form of Sam, he bought his hand up slightly and stared down at the broken mess he had made of it earlier on. Tearing his eyes away from it and focusing upon the front of the house in the short distance, the Demon allowed a small, almost invisible smile flashed across his face for the briefest of seconds before he snapped his head back to Sam.
Shifting himself over in the seat and pulling Sam upright, the Demon wrenched his hand into the pocket of Sam's jeans and wrenched out the spare key to the Impala and, for good measure, drove his fist clean into Sam's gut. As he began to pull away from Sam, the Demon's eyes flashed down to its own chest and he eyed the tattoo that lay upon it, the now broken protection charm against demonic possession and his black eyes flashed up to Sam. Taking a firm hold of Sam's shirt and tearing it clean open, the Demon held the keys to the Impala firm in his hand and tore it over and over into the flesh on Sam's chest, tearing at the tattoo. As the blood spilled down and the Demon looked back at his handiwork, the once perfect tattoo now severed with a bloody gash and he reached forwards and tapped Sam lightly on the cheek. “Can't have my charade ruined by the simplest of plot holes....” he hissed with sly laugh.
Pulling himself away and clambering over the front seats of Dean Winchester's beloved car, the Demon slammed the keys into the ignition and quickly shifted the rear mirror to check over his appearance. “Sammy Boy!” he cried out to the unconscious Winchester behind him. “This will never do for what I need....it's all about keeping up appearances kiddo...” he growled and without a second though he drove his fist clean into Dean's face, over and over, until the blood that spilled down all but choked him back as it slid into his mouth and down his throat. Looking back at the now battered and bruised face of Dean Winchester, the Demon flashed his eyes to black one last time and quickly returned them to Dean's normal green color. “Let's go home Sammy....” he groaned.
Kicking the Impala into life and slamming his foot hard down upon the accelerator, the Demon drove the already shattered car forwards and back into the front room of Missouri's home, sending more shards of wood, plaster and brick flying about him. As his chest and body slammed hard into the steering column and he felt the air drive its way out of his lungs, the Demon allowed his head to flop back onto the back of the seat and he simply let it loll there.
“Dad.....” the Demon's voice, or rather Dean's voice croaked out quietly, tearing at his already damaged throat and he slammed his fist hard into the steering wheel, causing the sound of the cars horn to resound about the small area. “Dad! Bobby!” he cried out desperately, the “pain” and “fear” in his voice ever evident.
“It's Sammy! Something inside him.....Dad....please help....” he groaned feebly, allowing his body to slump to the side upon the front seat of the car.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 13, 2008 15:48:13 GMT -4
Sam’s world had quickly been enveloped in a painful red haze as his brother’s head had slammed into him knocking him unconscious. As much as Sam wanted nothing more then to just be able to slip into blackness and not have to deal with any of this any longer his body wouldn’t give up entirely which in his current state of agony was proving hard to deal with.
A small whimper of pain sounded and he realized it had come from him as he fought to peel his eyes opened but failed as he tried to make out the muffled words in the back of his head somewhere.
A sudden sharp tearing pain ripped its way across his chest and Sam heard himself cry out in pain weakly against it. He wanted to shove off the offending pain but didn’t have the strength for it and as he finally pulled open his eyes he looked up at the blurred sight of his brother slicing into his chest before he lost consciousness again.
Sam’s entire body screamed out in pain from the impact of the crash as his body had been slammed against the dashboard only causing insult to his already injured body. Blood soaked his entire body as he some how managed to pull his eyes open again and tried to focus on anything as he heard Dean’s panicked voice in the background.
What had happened now? …He was actually scared to know the answer.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice called for his brother weakly as he struggled to move but only succeeded in collapsing against the seat his head swimming with pain. He tried to shift slightly his broken ribs screaming out in pain and tearing a cry of anguish from his lips as the blackness crept over him once more.
But before he slipped into the grasps of unconsciousness he heard something which caused panic to rip through him.
“It's Sammy! Something inside him.....Dad....please help....”
Sam’s mind tried to fight against the pull of the pain and the need to pass out; he had to tell them what had happened but he never got the chance as his pain consumed body fell back into unconsciousness and he became extremely still.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 13, 2008 17:46:43 GMT -4
Missouri who had been in the kitchen trying to figure out what in the world they could do to try and fix this big mess that had appeared. Sam and Dean had been outside for a while and she was starting to get a little worried. She didn't want to pry but this anticipation was actually starting to bother her for once.
Suddenly she heard a car out side and frowned. That sounded an awful lot like the Impala. "Now what in the world are those boys gettin up to-" she started before she heard one sound she had never wanted to hear again. "Lord. Give me strength." she said as she quickly hurried out of the kitchen and saw her living room once again demolished with a car in it.
Couldn't a day go by with the Winchester's around where a house wasn't getting abused? She supposed not. She coughed, moving her hand up to try and fan the dust out from infront of her face as she heard a voice from the car call out. “Dad.....” After a few seconds she heard it again. “Dad! Bobby!” It's Sammy! Something inside him.....Dad....please help....”
Missouri coughed a bit more before coming closer to the car. "Dean? Is that you honey? What happened?" She walked slowly closer looking around wearily at the damage that had been added to her house.
The dust soon settled and she could see in the car and looked at the two boys and she frowned a bit. "Lordy what in the world happened to you boys? You look like you were hit by a car not crashed in a car," she said as she walked over towards Dean's door.
Suddenly she got a bad feeling and she looked in at them again. Sam was knocked out and looking worse for wear while Dean was in the front looking not the best it was safe to say. But there was just something that didn't feel right about this situation. Looking at the car she saw the circle. Somebody was possessed. But if it was Sam or Dean she couldn't be sure.
"John, Bobby," she said, crossing her arms and backing up a little bit. "Somethin doesn't feel right. Don't let them out just yet."
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 13, 2008 18:49:46 GMT -4
“Dean's” eyes snapped up to the doorway of the room they had crashed into as a voice called out to him. His green, hazel eyes locked with Missouri's as the dust settled about her and he quickly shifted so as to close his shirt, and hide his tattoo from view. “Yeah....Missouri...” he groaned feebly, choking back against both the blood that seeped from his split lip and nose and the dust that was still floating about them. “It's me Missouri...” he added with a hiss of pain as he struggled to straighten himself out.
“You gotta get Bobby....or Dad, please....” he begged, his voice taking on a pleading tone. “It's Sammy....whatever has got a hold of him...is strong Missouri...” he hissed. “Please....get them, I trapped him Missouri....I tried to exorcise him, but I couldn't....I couldn't remember the words Missouri....” he groaned.
“Dean's” eyes locked onto Sam and he shook his head sadly “I had to knock him out Missouri....” he forced his words out through a fake throw of distress and coughed back on the blood that still seeped from his mouth. “He said the most....the things he said....” he gasped bitterly, warm tears developing within his lids and trickling down his face slowly “About mom...dad....me....Sammy....” The Demon choked back on a forced sob and he glanced back at Missouri “He is strong Missouri....whatever sick son of a bitch it is.....” he hissed in pain as his chest exploded with agony from his collision with the steering column “Please....get them Missouri...” he added with a pained whimper.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 13, 2008 20:05:04 GMT -4
Missouri walked back towards the car as Dean started talking to her. “You gotta get Bobby....or Dad, please....” he begged her, his voice taking on a pleading tone.
“It's Sammy....whatever has got a hold of him...is strong Missouri...Please....get them, I trapped him Missouri....I tried to exorcise him, but I couldn't....I couldn't remember the words Missouri....” Well that was something that was normally true. Dean could never remember the words to anything but his rock music.
“I had to knock him out Missouri....He said the most....the things he said....About mom...dad....me....Sammy....” Missouri didn't know what to do. It just didn't feel right. "And because he said some bad things you went and drove your car through my front room for the second time in two days?" If there was one thing she knew it was that Dean would never hurt his car. But without Sammy awake she couldn't really tell if he was possessed or not.
“He is strong Missouri....whatever sick son of a bitch it is.....Please....get them Missouri...”
She quickly headed for the door. "I'll be right back," she said sternly. "If Sammy comes two just shout. Stay still Dean," she said before leaving the front room to find the two other men in the house.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 13, 2008 22:21:23 GMT -4
Dean had all but tested Bobby’s patience and Bobby had spent the last good portion of time pacing the small deck on the back of Missouri’s house. The boy had been alive again for all of 5 minutes before he had been right back to his pain in the ass self…leave it to a Winchester. He knew that Sam must have made a deal and he dreaded to think what sort of mess that was going to throw them all into. When the Winchester boys fcked up they did it in a fashion that was purely their own.
The time outside and away from everything had done Bobby some good and he had begun to try and develop the workings of a plan in regards to what they should do next when the all too familiar sound of a car crashing through a house sounded in the sky around him.
“Oh kill me the fck now already,” Bobby grumbled closing his eyes for a moment not daring to make his way back into the house knowing what he would find there and already being able to see the disaster. It was the muffled sound of Dean’s frantic voice that spurred him into action and he barreled his way back into the house as prepared as he could be for whatever was inside waiting for him.
He had been right much to his dismay as he entered the living room and found the Impala once more parked in it.
“Not a parking lot boys,” Bobby grumbled as he made his way over to eh driver’s side as he saw Missouri head out of the room to get John he could only assume. His eyes stared over the wreckage trying to make head’s or tails out of what had gone on. He immediately noticed that drawn on the top of the car was a devil’s trap or at least it had been a devil’s trap since it was now broken and the chalk smeared from the collision he could only assume.
Bobby took in the sight of Sam’s bloodied and unconscious form as he made his way over to Dean who was the only alert one out of the two at the moment.
“What in blazes happened Dean?” Bobby asked concern evident in his eyes as he tried to wrench open the driver’s side door to the Impala.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 13, 2008 22:40:47 GMT -4
"Maybe I should just make it a parking lot," Missouri grumbled as she left the room. She didn't know how in the world she was going to cover up her living room being run into...twice...in one day...by the same car.
Missouri who had started for the stairs came back into the room quickly at the sound of Bobby. "Bobby wait don't do anything," she called as she came back in. She wasn't quiet sure what it was but none of this boded well in any way.
"There's something going on and I just can't figure out what exactly it is that feels off. Dean said something about Sammy being possessed," Missouri told him as she looked at the unconscious Sam then to the battered up Dean in the front.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 13, 2008 22:47:04 GMT -4
“Dean” had sat with his head rested against the steering wheel before him as Missouri did what she always did best, and most annoyingly at that, and busied herself with giving orders regarding this, that and the price of milk. “Not like I can go anywhere.....” he spat viciously under his breath, feeling his chest throb with pain as the agony of his collision still coursed through him.
The Demon's head snapped up and his eyes stared out of the car and immediately found Bobby Singer as he came barreling into the room. His eyes followed his as he could only imagine what he saw upon the roof of the Impala and then into the car and latching onto the now deathly still form of Sam Winchester.
“Bobby....” The Demon's voice came out frantic and Dean's green eyes stared back at him imploringly “He made a deal Bobby....Sammy he did it, he made a deal to bring me back but....” Reaching over into the back seat of the Impala, the Demon lifted Sam up slightly and allowed him to fall heavily across the seat. His fingers tore at the shirt from Sam's chest, revealing the now severed tattoo and he stared back at Bobby with “fear” in his eyes.
“He chose it Bobby....he broke the seal...he let them in....” as the Demon stopped speaking and took a rather over dramatic intake of air, he pushed as much emotion up as he could muster and allowed a solitary tear to trickle down his face “He.....did it to bring me back Bobby....” he groaned, his eyes staring back at Bobby with desperation tainting his vision.
“It's strong Bobby....whatever it is, it is strong and.....I had to do it Bobby....I hit him, God so many times....I had to fight for my life Bobby....please believe me, he is my brother but I couldn't let him....”
“Dean” stared down at his brother helplessly and attempted to clamber back over the seat to get to him but in the end collapsed back in his own seat with a hiss of pain. “Bobby....I made a trap....on the roof....if you break it, I can help you pull him out....we can't do it all in here....it's too strong...” he whimpered
“You break the seal and I will climb over and I will bring Sam out Bobby....” he gasped, holding his arm and broken wrist and hand close to his chest.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 13, 2008 23:57:34 GMT -4
Bobby’s head snapped up to attention as Missouri’s voice sounded through the living room. He had guessed that one of the boys had been possessed especially since there was the tell tale signs of a devil’s trap still on the roof of the car but the only issue was which of the boys was it that was possessed. Bobby’s attention was once more turned to Dean though as the older Winchester boy began to explain what had happened, Bobby felt his heart clench as Dean showed the severed tattoo on Sam’s chest that the boys had gotten in order to protect against demonic possession…it had been sliced through and severed leaving the boy’s body wide open for any demon to make itself at home.
“God damnit Sam,” Bobby hissed slamming his fist against the hood of the car in sheer anger at the boy for being so damned stupid.
“Well get it straight Dean,” Bobby replied sharply his voice laced with determination and malice in regards to the entire situation they had found themselves in. After a few hard yanks at the door Bobby finally was able to wretch open the driver’s door and he worked on clearing a small space so that he could drag the boy out.
“Missouri…we’re gonna need some chairs and the strongest rope or binding or chain you’ve got to keep Sam in place till we get that son of a bitch outta him,” Bobby said working on freeing Dean. He grabbed Dean under his arms and braced himself against the car frame.
“This’ll hurt like a bitch,” Bobby warned before yanking Dean’s frame hard away from the steering wheel and wreckage and lifted him out of the car and sat him down upon the floor.
“When you got your strength we need to sort your idgit of a brother out,” Bobby said flatly as he turned and began on working on wrenching open the passenger side door so they could get Sam out.
“Where the fck is John at?” Bobby asked his voice a low guttural growl as he couldn’t see why the eldest Winchester had seemed to yet have noticed the new hell that had exploded in Missouri’s living room.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 14, 2008 8:39:40 GMT -4
The Demon flinched as Bobby drove his fists clean into the roof of the Impala and he buried his head slightly in the steering wheel, allowing a small, undetectable smirk to cross his lips as he heard Bobby cursed out into the air.
As”Dean” glanced back up and nodded weakly at Bobby's proclamation that they would fix everything, “Dean” nodded his head gently and glanced back over at Sam. His attention however was pulled back to the door as Bobby seemed determined to wrench the drivers side door open beside him and he shifted over slightly in his seat. “I can help get him out from the inside Bobby....I just gotta pull myself outta this mess and then I can climb over and all you gotta do is sever the....” The words were snatched from “Dean” as Bobby finally managed to yank the door open and he struggled to fight off the arms that had now begun to yank and tear him from the car.
“Bobby! I said we need to get Sam!” he cried out bitterly, knowing full darn well that Bobby wouldn't be able to get him out, not whilst that was on the roof “Goddammit Bobby you see to Sammy first you hear me?!” He bellowed, trying to pull himself from the arms. “Bobby just sever the....”
The Demon's words were halted as he was finally pulled from the wreckage of the Impala and he was placed upon the floor besides it. His breathing came out in pained and erratic bursts as he glanced up at Bobby, unable entirely to hide the confusion that flashed through his eyes. Gathering his wits about him and pulling himself up from the floor, “Dean” made his way over to the car and leaned heavily against it. His eyes gazed over the Devil's Trap, well what remained of the Devil's Trap and he allowed a small gasp to fall from him. “It's broken....” whispered quickly, feeling his knees all but buckle beneath him before he righted himself.
“It's broken....we can get him out....” he mumbled, turning to Bobby and yanking him away from the passenger door. “Dean” had no idea where he got his strength from, well thats a lie of course he did have good idea but he wasn't going to share with the class just yet, yet with just two yanks of the door, he was able to wrench it open and allowed Sam to topple a little ways over on the seat.
Wiping the back of his good hand, over his face “Dean” cleared the perspiration that had settled on his forehead and leaned into the car. Yanking Sam back by his one good hand and positioning him just so, “Dean” heaved the youngest Winchester into his arms and pulled him free of the car. Allowing him to topple to the floor, “Dean” crouched beside him and placed one of Sam's arms over his shoulder and hoisted up and into the air.
“Son of a bitch needs to lay off the donut lovin'....” he grimaced, tearing his eyes over to Bobby and motioning to Sam's other side “In your own time Bobby....we gotta get him some place that we can sort him...” he added with a groan as pain started to course through him again.
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