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Post by Bobby Singer on May 14, 2008 11:33:22 GMT -4
Bobby struggled with Dean for a few moments as the eldest boy bitched this way and that about Bobby seeing to him first instead of his brother.
“Shut your mouth Dean if yer brother is possessed then I’ll need your help you idgit so quit your bitchin,” Bobby grumbled as he worked on the passenger side door so that they could free Sam from wreckage and hopefully keep him knocked out till they got him secured and could perform the exorcism.
Bobby took a step back as Dean seemed to recover from the wreck surprisingly fast and made his way over to the car yanking the door open without the slightest bit of trouble. Bobby made a careful note to himself to keep his eyes glued on Dean till he was positive that everything was on the up and up.
“Set him down in one the chairs in the kitchen for right now Dean…keep an eye on him in case he wakes up and Missouri hasn’t brought something to tie him down with…I’ll go get some supplies out of the truck,” Bobby ordered as he made his way back around the wreckage and outside to his truck casting a quick glance at Dean and then at the unconscious form of Sam still not positive what was going on.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 14, 2008 11:59:19 GMT -4
There was a loud and painful buzzing which started somewhere in the back of Sam Winchester’s mind and tore its way through his entire body sending pain burning throughout every inch of him. He felt his entire body jolt with pain as he felt himself being shifted around.
Against his better judgment he forced his eyes opened slightly and groaned in pain not able to do much else. His body tensed in pain and fear as he realized it was Dean who had him in his grasp.
He could hear voices around but couldn’t make out what they were saying as the buzzing only grew louder and his eyes shifted shut for a few moments before everything grew silent around him. He heard Bobby’s voice talking about leaving and he struggled slightly in dean’s grasp but didn’t have the energy to actually do much of anything but faintly squirm another groan passing his lips as his eyes opened once more.
His vision was blurred with the pain he felt through his whole body as his mind dreaded to think of what sort of special hell he was about to be thrust into.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 14, 2008 12:15:42 GMT -4
“Dean's” eyes focused on Bobby briefly as the older man instructed him to take Sam into the kitchen and keep an eye on the younger Winchester. Motioning to his busted up hand and wrist, the Demon shot Bobby a none too impressed smirk and nodded once “You got it Bobby....never mind the fact that I am beat up to shit myself...I carry his sorry ass in there on my lonesome...no worries Bobby....” he grumbled
The Demon watched Bobby as he disappeared from view, shooting him a small smile as the elder man looked back only once and as he vanished entirely and the Demon was again left alone with Sam Winchester draped over his shoulders, he hoisted him up higher and made his way to the door.
The Demon stopped in his tracks as Sam began to squirm and move about slightly in his grasp and he wrapped his arm quickly about his shoulders, all but getting the younger Winchester into a headlock and he glanced down at him with a smile. “Good Morning star shine!” he sang happily, dragging the form of Sam towards the the doorway leading to the hall. “The world says....” As they reached the door and Dean glanced each way, checking the coast was clear, he drove Sam's head clean into the hard wooden frame surrounding the door and flinched at the resounding thud that echoed about them “Hello....?” he finished quickly, pulling his arm back from around Sam's neck and once more draping his over his shoulder.
“Guess that's what you get for being as big as a damn yeti kiddo....” he mumbled happily, finally pulling Sam out of the destroyed living room and heading them slowly down towards the kitchen. All but throwing Sam into one of the nearest chairs as soon as he entered the kitchen, the Demon stood back slowly and took in a sharp intake of breath. His eyes stared back maliciously at the bloodied and bruised young man that sat heaped upon the chair and he quickly hopped up upon the side counter of the kitchen and waited for Bobby to return with whatever it was the old dude had gone to get.
“Kicking puppies is such a wondrous pastime Sammy....” he mused quietly, allowing his legs to swing this way and that as he stared back at him “And oh how I will be welcomed back with open arms when they find out that I was the one to bring this filthy family down.....and all from the inside....” The Demon all but shuddered in sheer pleasure and eyed a small tray that lay upon the stove in the small kitchen.
“Oooh! Cookies!” he cried out happily, reaching over and snatching one up from the tray. Munching away at it happily and leaning over to wave it in Sam's face, the Demon held an all too self satisfied smile on his face “Want one....? No? Okey Dokey....” he mumbled, and quickly polished it off in a few bites.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 14, 2008 12:35:01 GMT -4
Sam groaned low in his throat as he felt “Dean’s” grip around him tighten all but pulling his battered body into a headlock. He stared back at his brother his eyes blurry and unfocused as blood streamed down the side of his face as he struggled to keep the face in front of him in focus. He knew if he passed out there was no telling what else “Dean” would tell the others or what he had told them already; but going on what Sam had been able to make out between bouts of consciousness he was playing it that Sam was possessed.
His eyes struggled to see if there was anyone else with him besides his brother he needed someone to believe him or even anyone but the demon to hear him.
“I’m not…not possess…” his voice was low and weak and his words were slurred with pain as he struggled to keep his eyes latched on to his brother. But before Sam could muster the strength to do anything else his head slammed into the wall with a sickening thud and sent him crashing once more into the blackness of unconsciousness and pain.
Sam’s body all but crumpled into a heap as “Dean” discarded him on the chair his head slumping down against his chest and his breathing shallow and his body still.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 14, 2008 15:16:23 GMT -4
“Dean” sat on top of the kitchen counter, allowing his legs to swing about beneath him slightly as he waited for whoever it was to arrive and see to Sam. His eyes gazed over the poky kitchen he found himself in and he allowed a small grimace to cross his mouth. “Freakin' humans....” he shuddered at the homely feel around him and jumped down off of the counter.
Making his way over to where Sam was slumped in the kitchen chair, “Dean” turned a nearby chair around and straddled it, staring emotionless back at the unconscious brother before him. “I can see why he resents you Sammy.....” he pondered quietly, not really giving a flying crap that Sam was all out cold before him. “If this is what you would prefer to a life by your brothers side....” The Demon glanced around the kitchen again with a half disgusted look upon his face.
“The suffocation....” The Demon shuddered slightly and reached forwards to lift Sam's head from his chest “But then dear old Dean can see what you really are Sammy....a pansy ass bitch that can't hold his own for more than two seconds.....maybe this....” Dean glanced about the kitchen quickly gripping his chin harder in his hands and staring back at his lifeless face “Maybe this is all you are good for.....hmmm?” he mused spitefully, allowing Sam's head to fall back heavily against his chest once more.
“You see Sammy....” The Demon continued to speak slowly, his voice low and malice filled “I can call you Sammy now....cos you won't bitch at me...ha...awesome....” he mumbled quietly. “We all have plans for you Sammy....and boy were we all shocked when we heard you got your little self over to the Crossroads....totally out of left field there even for you.” It whispered quietly, the eyes emotionless as the Demon stared down at him.
“I mean sure thing we all would love to have you down there....but she forgot to mention one thing Sammy Boy.....” the Demon leaned forwards and placed his face directly beside Sam's ear “You're not going to Hell Sammy.....not yet.....you have a special job to do first....” he hissed spitefully “But one can't ruin the punchline....not yet Sammy....all will be revealed and pretty soon....everyone will know what dear old Sam Winchester is truly capable of....” he spat viciously, tearing Sam's head back by his hair and sneering down at him “And I for one cannot wait....” he growled and all but threw Sam's head back against his chest as he quickly set about making himself comfortable on the seat whilst waiting for the others to arrive.
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Post by John Winchester on May 14, 2008 15:23:43 GMT -4
"Not again...What the hell was it this time?!" Came the low tone of John Winchester as he found his way into the once more crowded living room, complete with the Impala again. At one point he thought he was experiencing de ja vu, but quickly shrugged that off. He had been upstairs tidying the upstairs room for Missouri. It was the least he could do for her, whilst his boys sorted themselves to rights before he started on them.
It was when the crash resounded downstairs again, he had got down there as soon as he can, but after Bobby had helped get both his sons out of the car. He looked at the car and how battered it had become, and then his eyes were drawn to the markings on top of the car. A devils trap? He had seen Missouri on the stairs muttering about getting some rope or something, and somehow he had a sinking feeling it was for one of his sons.
He saw Bobby through the hole out on the drive getting something from his truck and then heard Dean's voice in the kitchen saying something about cookies. Trust the boy to be thinking about food after being dead! He thought to himself as he picked his way through the wreckage and made his way into the kitchen.
The sight that greeted him was not one that he would have hoped for. Sam looked more bashed up than ever, and Dean, well Dean just seemed...Well he could really put his finger on it. "What the hell happened out there?!" He said, glancing at Dean but moving towards them both with a concerned look on his face. "And what the hell happened to both of ya?" He questioned, with a frown. He couldn't leave these two alone five minutes sometimes without something happening!
Though he was sure Missouri would be getting bandages as well hopefully seeing as both his boys seemed to be sporting painful injuries, not that Dean looked to worried.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 14, 2008 16:21:33 GMT -4
Missouri had passed John on the stairs and not even bothered to tell him what was going on. It was better for him to just find out when he made it to the living room so he didn't fall down the stairs in his hurry. "Stupid boys getting into trouble by just going outside," she said as she walked. "Now I have to go and get me some rope to tie one of the idiots down. Maybe I should just tie them both down and we'll have half a moment of peace around here."
She walked to the end of the hall before pulling a key out of her pocket and unlocking the door. The room was basically just a storage room she had for easy access so she didn't always have to go in the attic. Sure she had some rope downstairs but some was the operative word. For tying someone to a chair she'd need to find some in her storage room. Hopefully she still had the extra bandages and the like in there as well.
Grabbing a tote bag she thankfully kept by the door she stuffed the ointment and bandages to use on the boys in the bag before picking up a ring of rope and placing it in as well. A quick look around the room and she decided she had enough to work with and she left, turning off the light and closing the door behind herself.
As she walked into the kitchen she couldn't help but smile a bit as she heard John going off on his sons..or currently son seeing as Sam was knocked out last she checked.
"What the hell happened out there?! And what the hell happened to both of ya?" she heard John bellowing. Missouri walked over to the table and placed the bag down. Taking out the rope she handed it to John. "Here take care of Sammy for me will you," she said before rounding on Dean. "And you." Missouri grabbed her spoon out of her pocket and pointed at the front of his jacket. "You missed some crumbs," she said before swiftly hitting him upside the head with the spoon but not as hard as she would have liked...he was hurt after all. But no one, and she meant NO ONE got away with eating her cookies without permission. "I swear you're as bad as you were when you were a child," she said as she started to pull out the bandages and medicine to dress, or redress, the boys wounds.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 14, 2008 16:47:49 GMT -4
Bobby had wasted no time in making his way out of the house and over to his truck. He tore the door to the old truck opened and began to get what he had available to him so that they could work on exorcising whatever it was that Sam had allowed possess him. He still couldn’t believe the boy had gone to the Crossroads demon and made a deal with his soul never mind severed the protection charm and let a demon possesses him. The Winchester’s would be the death of every last one of them one of these times.
Shoving what he could into his bag he quickly slammed the door to the truck and made his way quickly back into the house and towards the kitchen where by the sounds of it everyone else had made there way into as well.
Dropping his bag by the feet of the chair that Dean had put Sam in Bobby got the bit of rope he had in the truck and began to secure Sam’s leg’s to the leg’s of the chair and then his wrists to the arms of the chair trying to be as careful as he could considering all of the boys injures but also needing the binds to hold properly.
“John you gonna wanna tie that around him tight as can be,” Bobby replied noticing John held the rope he assumed came from Missouri.
Bobby glanced over at Missouri and Dean as Missouri whacked him one upside the head with a spoon and Bobby couldn’t help but think that things hadn’t changed too much the boy had been alive for an hour and had already gotten whacked with something.
As Bobby finished securing Sam’s arms and legs he couldn’t help but notice the severe injuries littered all about Sam’s body; the boy had been beaten rather severely there was no doubting that and Bobby couldn’t help but wonder exactly how much damage Dean had felt the need to do willingly to his younger brother.
“He broke the charm John,” Bobby explained to John as he gestured to the wound across Sam’s chest.
“Dean said it was part of the deal,” Bobby explained standing up and pulling the items they would need for the exorcism from his bag and setting them on the table.
“What else did he say Dean?” Bobby asked looking over at Dean before glancing back at Sam still trying to sort the feeling he had that something was off.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 14, 2008 16:57:21 GMT -4
The Demon had kept his eyes on the unconscious form of Sam Winchester as he lay slumped in the chair before him and could not shift the rather self satisfied smirk that had made its home upon his face. His eyes snapped to the door behind him and all but drilled into that of John Winchester as he finally decided to show up in the whole fun and games and the Demon glanced back at Sam. “What happened?” he mused spitefully “Just another case of you swanning off and not giving a flying rats ass about us.....Dad....” he growled pointedly, turning around in his seat slightly to look to his father.
“Sammy here decided to play hero Dad....bringing me back from the dead and do you know what his price was.....Dad....” the Demon hissed out in a tone almost unnatural to that of Dean Winchester “He let one of those sick sons of bitches to make a home all up inside of him....Bravo Dad....top class parentage you got going on....”
The Demon stood from his seat and rounded on John, his green eyes boring into his with nothing but anger “Instilling in us....me...Sammy...that we gotta sacrifice it all for each other....huh? Well what do you know....Sammy went and took the literal route. So kudos to you Dad...you can now watch as your beloved little Sammy is violated by the very thing you hate more than anything....” he growled, before making his way back away from his father, affording only a small glare back to him.
“Dean's” eyes followed Missouri as she flustered into the room, followed quickly by Bobby and set about giving orders to John and this, that and the other. As Bobby set about beginning to tie Sam up to the chair in which he was placed, the Demon turned his head slightly to look at John “I hope seeing all this makes you proud of how you raised us.....” he spat bitterly, his eyes tearing into John's.
The Demon watched confused as Missouri stepped up in his face. His eyes followed her spoon as she aimed it at his clothes and he shrugged nonchalantly at her observation. The Demon felt his body all but scream with anger as Missouri struck his head with the very same spoon and he automatically felt his fists curl in on themselves. His breathing became erratic and “Dean's” green eyes snapped up to stare at her, eyes filled with nothing but anger as he tore towards her and yet quickly stopped himself mid-stride, his chest heaving with angry breath's, his green eyes tearing into hers.
He stood motionless, his eyes drilling into hers and his body quaking beneath the anger that her actions had sent coursing through him until he finally allowed his body to relax and he raised a shaking hand up at her “You just.....” the Demon growled quietly, knowing full well that now was not the time or place to show his true colors. “You just....leave it out....” he added with a hiss, his eyes tearing away from hers before he limped his way over to the far corner of the room and leaned heavily against it. His mind and his body still screaming with pain.
As Bobby's voice called out to him, “Dean” tore his eyes over to him and shrugged his shoulders gently “Not sure what's true and what's not....always been told that Demon's lie Bobby....” he mumbled quietly “Just that Sam took his happy ass over to the Crossroads, made the deal....severed his own tattoo and let the son of a bitch in there...It said it was powerful....that if,” the Demon stopped speaking and shot his eyes about the collected party before glancing back at Bobby “That if he is exorcised....Sammy goes too....” he added with a shrug “But like I say...Demon's lie.....” he added quickly.
Pushing himself away from the wall and making his way over to the doorway, “Dean” stopped briefly and stared back at Bobby. “If you're going all Latin mojo on his ass now then I am off to see to the car....you know I don't help much with that crap...I got him there, and I sure as shit don't wanna see what happens if you try it....” he added quickly, and began making his way back down towards the living room.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 14, 2008 17:37:00 GMT -4
Missouri took the smallest of steps back when she sensed Dean's anger. She'd never before felt it so strong. She'd hit him plenty of time before and he'd always just rub his head and start to mope around like a little kid who was told he didn't get any dessert. Never before had he actually done anything that had felt anything close to resembling retaliation. For one Dean knew better than that. But he had started for her, mind you it was only for a moment, but it hadn't been pretty.
And that look. Oh that had been one bad look he'd given her. It was almost as if she'd just shot him with a shot gun or something the way he'd looked at her.
“You just....You just....leave it out....” he said before storming off into a corner. Sure Dean could be one to get angry and sulk in a way but this....this just seemed a bit off.
Missouri frowned as she went to her bag and started to dig out gauze and bandages. “But like I say...Demon's lie.....”
Demons lie. Missouri let in a sharp intake of breathe before turning to look in Dean's direction. “If you're going all Latin mojo on his ass now then I am off to see to the car....you know I don't help much with that crap...I got him there, and I sure as shit don't wanna see what happens if you try it....”
She narrowed her eyes a bit. Even if he was an idiot when it came to latin....he would stay to watch his brother wouldn't he? Make sure Sammy was alright. She looked over at John and Bobby to see if they had picked up on anything.
"Uh Dean honey. Actually would you mind staying in here? I need to take a look at your wounds. Mind taking off your shirt so I don't have to bleach the blood out?"
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 14, 2008 18:20:42 GMT -4
Bobby had set about searching for the proper spell in the book to exorcise the demon out of Sam as Dean had talked about what had apparently happened outside. Bobby had been doing the job for a long time and every instinct he had inside of him was screaming that something wasn’t right as he leaned down black chalk in hand and drew a devil’s trap around Sam so that the demon inside of him would be contained. His head snapped up from his work though as Dean proclaimed that he was going to go out and work on the car while they exorcised Sam. From the crash
That was the last flag Bobby needed as he cast a glance towards Sam and then quickly at John and Missouri before pulling himself up from the ground and grabbing the spell book from the table as his eyes followed Dean who had started to make his way out in the hallway.
Dean Winchester would never just leave his brother no matter what had happened between the two of them, if Sam was hurt which it was more then apparent he was and especially since Sam was supposed to be possessed Dean wouldn’t leave his brother’s side…not the Dean they knew anyways. It all made sense when Bobby thought on it the determination Dean ahd in the car in proving that Sam was the demon and the insistence that the trap needed to be broken in order for him to help…Dean’s quick recovery…the strength he had used to wrench open the door and haul Sammy up and out as if the boy was nothing more then a sack of potatoes…and now this leaving Sam…it wasn’t Dean they were dealing with but Bobby knew he had to tread very lightly in order to not let the demon become aware that they more then likely knew what was happening.
Bobby took after Dean in a moment his hand digging into the boys upper arm as he yanked him back into the kitchen and spun him around harshly back towards Sam and the devil’s trap.
“You need to stay Dean,” Bobby growled his eyes drilling into Dean’s as he shoved the spell book into Dean’s chest.
“Do the exorcism,” Bobby ordered standing in front of the doorway so that it was blocked.
“Now.”
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 14, 2008 18:38:50 GMT -4
As Missouri called out to “Dean” he turned briefly and stared back at her. “The wounds are fine Missouri...” he mumbled, glancing down at his mangled hand and the various cuts and bruises that littered his body. “See to Sammy first....then you can see to me...” His eyes latched down on to his shirt, the only item of clothing hiding the fact that Dean's tattoo itself was severed and he shrugged lightly “Plus I been working on the car, bleach is nothing compared to the crap I get on my clothes under there...” he added quickly and began to make his way further down the hall.
“Dean's” stride had taken on a rather determined edge to it as he felt his arm snatch backwards and the Demon struggled to keep his composure as his eyes latched onto Bobby Singer once more. As Bobby tore him back down the hallway, “Dean” struggled to tear his arm from the older man's grasp and as he was pushed back into the kitchen, directly in front of Sam and the now freshly drawn Devil's Trap about him. “Dean” righted himself quickly as he noticed just how near to the trap he was and he turned on the spot to face Bobby.
His eyes locked onto the book that had been shoved into his chest and he had no choice but to take it in hand and stare down at it, almost fearful to open it. As Bobby blocked the doorway to the kitchen, “Dean” allowed his eyes to fall upon the gathered party around him and then down to the book. Shaking his head quickly and tossing the book down at Bobby's feet, “Dean” took a step away from Sam and stood full in the face of the one person blocking his exit.
“I told you Bobby....I ain't no help when it comes to that....” he growled, his eyes drilling into Bobby's “I told you what the Demon said.....I am not going to be the one to send Sam out if he is telling the truth....” Crouching down and picking the book up, slightly tentatively if the truth be told, “Dean” slammed the book back into Bobby's chest and shook his head again.
“I'm not staying to watch while you almost certainly kill him....nor am I gonna be the one to pull the trigger....” he spat “Now get the hell out of my way....” he added with an unearthly growl to his tone.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 14, 2008 21:18:53 GMT -4
"Boy those wounds are not fine" she started, wanting to go after Dean before Bobby jumped in, following him out.
“You need to stay Dean," she heard him say in the hall. Next thing she knew Dean was being dragged back in the room. Missouri had to agree with Bobby's thoughts. The Dean they knew...and loved, wasn't one to leave his brother alone. Especially if he was going to be exorcised.
So why on earth would the boy leave his hurt and battered baby brother, whom he'd just gotten himself killed for a few hours ago, alone? Dean wasn't one to ever leave Sam's side if he was hurting and the same could be said for Sammy always trying to follow his brother. When they had been little it had been like a baby chick and it's mother hen. Though she had to say, Dean wasn't much for the whole 'touchy-feely crap'.
“Do the exorcism,” Bobby ordered, blocking the doorway. Missouri wasn't too sure if that was the smartest thing but it would certainly help them figure a few things out.
“Now.”
Missouri watched as Dean threw the book down and started arguing with Bobby. “I told you Bobby....I ain't no help when it comes to that....” he growled, his eyes drilling into Bobby's “I told you what the Demon said.....I am not going to be the one to send Sam out if he is telling the truth....” Dean then picked the book back up and slammed the book into Bobby's chest.
“I'm not staying to watch while you almost certainly kill him....nor am I gonna be the one to pull the trigger....” he spat “Now get the hell out of my way....” Dean replied, an unearthly growl to his tone.
If there was one thing wrong with this picture besides Dean's unwillingness to try and help his brother or be near his brother it was his tone. He knew better than to argue with Bobby or herself. Sure they didn't always see eye to eye but he was never this much trouble. And coming back to life was no excuse.
"Dean just sit down for a minute. We don't need to start anything right away. He's knocked out after all isn't he? You ran off before I could give you something to drink. You at least need to take a few sips before you go out to work on your car. And I won't hear any no-s from you boy. As long as you promise to hydrate yourself a bit Bobby'll let you leave won't you Bobby?" she said, raising a brow at the other man.
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Post by John Winchester on May 15, 2008 9:47:28 GMT -4
John looked back at Dean when his son started berating him about his parenting. Dean was being very forward that was for sure, but he gave him the benefit of the doubt for the time being seeing as his sons had just gone through the mill again. Although when Dean carried on about what Sam had 'literally done' John got a little mad at Dean, why would he think he could just talk to him like that and get away with it. "Dean, your brother is old enough to decide what he wanted to do. If he wanted to go off and go and try and save you, -how ever much of an ass he may be- he's still your brother, and I'm still your father so you will stop blaming me for something I didn't do!" He matched his son when he had rounded on him, and watched him carefully when he walked a few paces away.
Taking the rope Missouri had given him he moved over to Sam, and helped Bobby tie his arms and legs, making sure indeed that it was tight enough to hold him. What he really wanted to do was to tend to Sam's injuries, he was pretty bad, and definitly needed to be fixed up. He nodded when Bobby motioned to the cut on Sam and across the tattoo, and then watched as Bobby pulled the things out his bag for the exorcism, making sure Bobby had everything they needed.
John watched Dean carefully as the boy tried to leave and narrowed his eyes as if he were thinking. Dean would never leave his brother, and he met Bobby's eyes when he glanced at him and Missouri, to see if they had noticed anything different.
He let Bobby go out after Dean and moved closer to the door when they came back in. He was defintely being 'unDean like' not wanting to make sure his brother was okay whilst they did they exorcism. "Dean you stay in this kitchen. You hear me?! If you don't want to read the exorcism, fine I'll do or Bobby will do it, but you will keep your ass in this kitchen, and help make sure your brother is okay." John said to Dean, his voice being the authority that they needed right now, undercut with a warning tone to his son. Okay so Dean was headstrong, but so was he.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 15, 2008 11:10:34 GMT -4
Sam was really beginning to wish that his body and mind could pick one way to be…either he could stay knocked out, awake, or he could just die at this point he really didn’t care which one he just wanted one to be constant. He could feel the grab of consciousness wrapping itself around him and even before he tried to open his eyes he braced himself for the pain that would surely rip its way into his body. There was a plus to either the unconscious or dead option neither would hurt nearly as bad as the awake option.
Within seconds the pain Sam had tried to brace himself for came showering down over him and he wanted to cry out but he didn’t even have the strength or the will for that right now. Pain tore through him and it seemed as if there wasn’t a part of him that didn’t hurt his head was throbbing and his body throbbed and he was sure if it could his hair would hurt too though with the amount of blood caked in it he wasn’t sure it made a bit of difference. The worse pain at the moment was burning through his broken right arm. He tried to weakly move it to try and dull the pain but quickly realized he couldn’t budge it at all and not only could he not move his arm he couldn’t move at all.
That realization quickly spurred his already panicked mind into gear and he worked on trying to open his eyes. He could hear voices around him angry and worried and as the seconds ticked by they became clearer. He could ear his dad and Missouri and Bobby and Dean…or well Dean’s voice he knew better then to think that was his brother.
Sam flinched slightly at the sound of raised voices coming from both his brother and father and couldn’t help but feel the sting of his father’s classification of him being an ass for trying to save his brother. It was amazing he could be beat to hell and his father’s words still packed a worse punch. Sam’s eyes sluggishly fluttered open halfway but he only had the view of the floor to greet him as his head was still slumped against his chest and he had no will to move it as Bobby and dean spoke of an exorcism which there was no way the demon inside of Dean would ever be able to do.
With each passing second the world though laced in agony for Sam Winchester became clear and he knew what he had to do he just needed to focus long enough to do it. All he needed to be able to do was show everyone that he wasn’t possessed and it was Dean who was possessed.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii…” Sam’s voice was low and weak and barely above a whisper but he raised his head weakly to make sure his words had their desired effect on the demon.
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