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Post by Dean Winchester on May 15, 2008 11:29:12 GMT -4
The Demon held his ground as the others began to speak around him and he kept his eyes solely on Bobby as he still blocked his exit from the kitchen. “I told you Missouri....” he growled menacingly, “I am not hanging around here to see Ren and Stimpy here send my brothers happy ass off to hell....”
Stepping forwards again and placing his face directly in front of Bobby’s the Demon allowed Dean’s eyes to drill into the older mans and his face contorted into a sneer “Get out of my way....now...” he hissed, his voice laced with nothing but malice and hatred for the person before him.
The Demon’s eyes locked onto John Winchester as he too saw fit to order him, or rather Dean, around and he shook his head in sheer disbelief “What’s this Dad....you think you can piss off out of our lives for weeks, months on end and then just waltz back in and take control again?! News Flash hot shot! We don’t need you anymore, hell we don’t even want you around anymore. You make me sick to my stomach just to look at you...” he growled “You leave me with the role of glorified freaking babysitter to that dumb waste of fcking space and then you think I will welcome you back with open arms? Can anybody say delusional....anybody?”
Reaching forwards and locking his eyes back on Bobby, the Demon latched his hands through the collar of the older mans shirt and began to wrench him forwards and away from the door, his eyes burned with hatred and his mouth contorted into the same sneer that had made its home upon his mouth and he was all but ready to drive his fist through someones face. “I am leaving Bobby....get all the hell out of my....”
The Demon’s face twisted and screwed into agony as a low voice behind him pierced into his very consciousness and his hands quickly released Bobby and held his held in agony. The low words that fell from Sam Winchester coursed through him and he allowed a low, almost animalistic growl to fall from him. His breathing came out erratic, force and pained as he struggled to maintain a grip on Dean’s body and as the words stopped as quickly as they started and his black eyes latched onto Bobby Singer, the Demon launched himself straight for him, attempting to push his way out of the kitchen.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 15, 2008 11:34:53 GMT -4
Bobby’s eyes blazed back into the eyes of Dean Winchester he knew this was not the same boy and that something somewhere along the line had gone very wrong. There was no doubt it had been when Sam had made his deal to bring Dean back and whatever was in front of them now was a byproduct of that. Bobby was struggling himself to keep his own anger in check as Dean was doing everything in his power to push every single one of Bobby’s god damn button’s.
“You’ll do the god damn exorcism boy if we gotta sit here for the rest of the day…or we can tie you up and do you both and be done with it,” Bobby growled his hands clenching into fists at the thought that he wasn’t certain that there wasn’t 2 demons in both of the Winchester boys and one was just smarter then the other.
Out of the corner of his eye he had seen Sam begin to stir but didn’t switch his attention in the slightest as he knew John and his bindings would hold. The words that Dean launched back at John about his father and about Sam were foreign and filled with malice that would never have been associated with Dean.
Bobby’s anger reached its peak those as “Dean” grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. If the boy wasn’t possessed he better act like he was or Bobby would kill him out right.
“Get your hands off me boy before…”
Sam’s weak voice filled the room and the Latin feel from the boys mouth Bobby’s fears were confirmed though not as bad as it could have been. Dean’s immediate reaction to the Latin was instant and since it had been Sam who had recited the exorcism it was more then certain that the youngest Winchester was not the one who they had needed to be worried about.
Bobby’s eyes locked back on to the demon’s black eyes as it launched itself at him and in a split second he reared back and struck “Dean” full fledged in the face grimacing slightly but knowing it had to be done. The force of the blow had been enough to send “Dean” spiraling backwards into the Devil’s Trap that he had drawn around Sam.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 15, 2008 11:57:42 GMT -4
As Bobby’s fist collided full on with “Dean’s” face the Demon felt himself propelled backwards at the sheer strength the older man had put behind it. The shock of the blow, coupled with the pain that it sent slamming through him, caused his blackened eyes to latch onto the man in the doorway and he attempted to fly towards him once more.
His eyes flashed with confusion and his head snapped down however as he felt his path blocked invisibly and he cocked his head to the side as he stared back at him. “Smooth move Bobby....” he spat angrily, his black eyes tearing into his and his body shaking with sheer anger. “Funny how someone that resembles a redneck hick with enough brain power to power barely a lightbulb can come up with something so....clever...” he mused spitefully.
The Demon took a step backwards within the trap though and shot Bobby an all too satisfied smile. “But you see Bobby....you forgot one tiny, teeny....weeny...miniscule problem with your foolproof plan old man....” he growled, crouching down to the floor and fumbling with the boot upon Dean’s foot “You forgot that Dean Winchester is never without protection....” he hissed, wrenching a silver blade from the inside of the boot and, in what could only be described as lightning speed, he tore his way around the back of the chair in which Sam sat and ripped his head up and away from his chest by his hair.
“Thanks for choosing my new room mate for me Bobby....” he spat viciously, his eyes tearing into Bobby’s as he spoke “Now seeing as Sammy here set the precedence when it comes to making deals with the devil....I will throw one your way....” he spat. His eyes fell upon the bloody leg of Sam Winchester, and he cocked an all too impressive smirk over at Bobby “You let me go....” he growled and without a second thought he drove the blade clean into the already mangled gun shot wound in Sam’s leg and tore the blade upwards. “Or I keep tearing until I neuter the Puppy....” he spat, ripping the blade up through Sam’s thigh.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 15, 2008 12:34:37 GMT -4
Sam had let his head lull to the side once more after using what little strength he had to speak the first few lines of the exorcism. The demon had of course responded which was what he had needed and now he knew that his dad and Bobby would make it right. His eyes struggled to stay open as he heard the commotion in front him but was having a hard time at it as his eyes kept slipping shut.
His eyes snapped open as he hissed in pain as his head was wrenched up by his hair sending pain tearing into his already throbbing head. Sam was all but helpless to struggle away from the grip the demon had upon him since he was securely tied against the chair.
He stared back at his dad, Bobby, and Missouri helpless to do much of anything as he heard the venomous words “Dean” spat back at Bobby and the others.
“Stop…what are you…don…” Sam’s words abruptly stopped as an agonizing scream was ripped from his as the demon slammed the blade into the bullet wound in Sam’s leg. Sam’s entire body went rigid in agony as “Dean” worked on tearing the blade through the skin of his thigh ripping and mangling the flesh as he tore and ripping agonizing scream after scream from Sam as he fought desperately to get away from the assaulting blade but had nowhere to go.
“Stop!..Please!” Sam finally managed to beg his eyes slamming shut as he tried to slam his mouth shut so as not to scream again but the pain was immense as the blood poured from the wound soaking his jeans and pooling upon the ground around him.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 15, 2008 12:45:02 GMT -4
“Dean’s” face contorted into a smile filled with nothing but malice as he heard the blood curdling screams that fell from Sam. The blood that poured from Sam’s leg caked and swam over his hand as he continued to tear the blade up clean through the flesh.
As Sam all but begged for him to stop, the Demon let go of the blade and left it hanging in Sam’s thigh as he stared back at Bobby. His voice came out in nothing but a growl as he placed his face directly next to Sam’s ear and yet kept his eyes solely upon Bobby. “But see Sammy Boy....it isn’t me that dictates the next move....it’s dear old Bobby over there....” he spat and once more gripped the now blood soaked blade in his hands.
“You heard the man Bobby....” he hissed, his black eyes tearing back into the older mans “Please.....” he whined pathetically in an attempt to bth mock and mimic Sam “Please....stop....” he gasped over dramatically and pushed the blade further into Sam’s thigh before beginning to rip it upwards once more.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 15, 2008 12:55:29 GMT -4
Bobby grabbed for the book he had previously shoved at Dean which had since toppled to the floor once he was certain that the demon was stuck in the Devil’s Trap.
“Omnis legio….” Bobby began to start the exorcism from where Sam had dropped off but the words stopped immediately as he watched the demon rip a blade from dean’s boot and wrench Sam’s head up by his hair.
“Get your hands off the boy,” Bobby growled his eyes shinning with anger and hatred for the thing which was holding both of the Winchester’s lives in its hand. Bobby’s entire face dropped as Sam’s agonizing scream tore through the small kitchen as the demon plunged the blade into Sam’s leg without a moment’s hesitation. The sight of the blood which pooled around Sam and the sounds of the boys screams and pleading tore into Bobby’s heart as he looked over at John and Missouri not knowing what he could do.
If they didn’t break the trap the demon would kill Sam but if they broke the trap then they lost Dean; neither was an option Bobby Singer was willing to live with. Bobby’s eyes stared back into the black taunting eyes of the demon filled with nothing but hatred and the desire to send the son of a bitch back to hell where it had come from. Bobby flinched as the demon drove the blade deeper into Sam’s leg and began to rip into the boys leg once more.
There only chance of saving both boys would be for Bobby to continue.
“You’re not goin anywhere,” Bobby snapped as his eyes snapped back down to the book in front of him.
“Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu Christi, eradicare et effugare a Dei Ecclesia, ab animabus ad imaginem Dei conditis ac pretioso divini Agni sanguine redemptis…”
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 15, 2008 13:15:58 GMT -4
As Bobby began to recite the exorcism where Sam had left off, the Demon’s hand clenched tighter about the blade in Sam’s leg and he growled desperately, his breathing pained and forced as the words tore through him. His black eyes locked on to Bobby and tried desperately to focus upon the older man as he drove the blade harder into Sam’s thigh. “Looks like....he don’t give a shit about you either ....Sammy Boy....” the Demon hissed spitefully.
As the words continued and the Demon could feel his grip upon Dean Winchester lessen by the second, he allowed his knees to buckle beneath him slightly and he tore the blade from out of Sam’s leg. A guttural scream, so low, so painful fell from the Demon as he clutched his bloodied hands to his temples and felt his body writhe in sheer agony. His knees met the floor as he finally crumbled beneath the onslaught and he gripped his hand back through Sam’s hair.
Wrenching his head backwards and tearing the chair down upon the floor, the Demon yanked Sam over to him and held the bloodied blade to the side of Sam’s throat. The blade cut in, causing a fresh trickle of blood to stem from the wound he had created and he glared up at Bobby, his breath all but failing upon him. “Don’t think I won’t do it....” he spat viciously, his hand putting slight pressure upon the blade “I will slice his throat like it was a walk in the park....” he growled.
The Demon’s face contorted into sheer agony and he struggled to keep the blade pressed to Sam’s throat as he eventually fixed his blackened eyes upon Bobby. “Sever the trap.....” he hissed “Now!”
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 15, 2008 14:46:52 GMT -4
Sam’s breathing had progressed into frantic gasping as the demon hurled words back at Booby. Sam clenched his eyes shut as the demon forced the blade to sink deeper into the flesh of his leg sending a new wave of agony through him as he bit into the side of mouth to try and keep himself from screaming in pain once more.
He could taste the bitter hint of copper in his mouth as he ripped into the inside of his mouth as the demon tore the blade up once more ripping through the flesh of his leg. His resolve shattered though as the demon continued to rip at his leg and another agonizing scream tore from him which quickly turned into a gut wrenching sob of agony as the demon dug the blade harder into him as Bobby continued with the exorcism.
He clenched his eyes shut against the pain as he heard the words the demon hissed about Bobby to him. Hot tears of agony streamed down the side of his face as he desperately tried to pull free from his bindings but had no success. Sam’s body jerked in pain as the demon tore the blade out of the wound and Sam’s body sagged against the chair his skin white and his body trembling in pain as his chest heaved under the exertion breathing was causing.
Before Sam could even comprehend it he was being hauled backwards pain ripping through his scalp once more as the demon sent him crashing to the ground as well. The breath was driven from Sam’s lung as his body made contact with the ground the chair leg which had held his legs in place cracking under the impact.
Sam struggled as the demon tore him backwards and slammed the blade into the soft flesh of his neck causing pain to bite into him as he felt the sensation of blood trickle down his neck and mix with the rest of the blood which was caked on to him.
Sam’s entire body shook as he slowly felt himself slipping into shock the room around him growing cold and the pain all but consuming him entirely. He tried to kick out with his legs but the motion immediately caused a new torrent of agony to rip through his severely damaged leg.
Sam forced his eyes open as he stared helplessly back at his father’s his brown eyes stinging with tears of pain and helplessness as he realized he was seconds away from being murdered by his brother.
“Dad…” Sam called out desperately as the biting pain in his neck worsened as the demon pressed the blade against him harder emitting a small cry from him. Not exactly sure where he got the strength from Sam kicked out wildly with his undamaged left leg as he realized they were near the edge of the devil’s trap. His body and mind couldn’t stand the agony any more as his boot scuffed away at the devil’s trap breaking it.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 15, 2008 15:10:20 GMT -4
“Dean” held Sam pinned down to the floor, his damaged arm and hand leaning heavily against the younger Winchester’s chest and he kept the blade close to the flesh on Sam’s throat. The pressure he put behind the blade was enough to cause small nicks to develop upon Sam’s throat and the blood that trickled down served only to cause the Demon’s smile to widen further.
Taking his eyes from Bobby and focusing them solely upon Sam, the Demon cocked his head to the side lightly and allowed the hatred that lay behind his eyes drill directly into Sam’s. “How you doing down there Sammy?” he mused quietly, his mouth twitching into an all too recognisable sneer “Holding up good? Pain getting too much? Hmmm?” As the Demon stopped speaking, his hand eased the blade away from Sam’s throat and he shoved it forcefully into his pocket. “Is it? Getting too much yet, I mean?” he asked pointedly, placing his hand directly over the wound on Sam’s thigh and slamming his fingers into the bloody mess beneath Sam’s jeans.
His fingers dug deep into the fleshy pulp that the blade had created and he stared down at Sam’s with nothing but malicious determination in his eyes. “I wonder....if I go deep enough...” he growled, ripping his hand harder into the wound on his leg “Can I reach bone....?” he spat finally.
As the Demon allowed his eyes to leave Sam only momentarily and his fingers ripped through the wound upon Sam’s leg, they latched quickly upon the Devil’s Trap that surrounded the pair of them and he allowed a small, almost undetectable smirk to cross his mouth. “Shhhh....” he hissed spitefully into Sam’s ear “Let’s not tell them what you did....I’m having too much fun to stop....” he spat.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 15, 2008 16:58:45 GMT -4
Sam’s breathing became more ragged with each passing second and the fact that “Dean” was leaning heavily against his damaged chest and ribs didn’t help matters at all it only served to make breathing that more difficult. He had grown still once the Devil’s Trap had been broken his body sagging not bale to endure much more. Sam stared up wide eyed as the demon spoek to him the black eeys drilling right through Sam.
“Dean…stop please…please make him stop…please,” Sam begged staring up into the eyes that were supposed to belong to his brother tears snaking their way down from his own eyes. He could only hope of somehow reaching his brother even if it all seemed pretty impossible.
“Dean,” Sam sobbed desperately not having any other course of action the to desperately cry for his brother who was still buried under there somewhere even if he did resent him and hate him he was all that Sam had.
Sam’s eyes widened with hope as “Dean” pulled the knife away from his throat giving Sam the hope that he had some how gotten through to his brother.
“Dean?” Sam asked his voice laced with hope instead of pain as he stared up at his brother desperate to believe he had gotten through to him. All hope was dashed though when he heard the sinister voice once again.
“Is it? Getting too much yet, I mean?”
Sam’s body jerked and twisted in agony as “Dean’s” fingers tore into the wound on his leg sending wave after wave of pain crashing through Sam’s already broken system. Sam screamed in agony as Dean’s assaulting finger ripped and pulled at the damaged flesh and nerves of his leg. The pain was sickening to the point that Sam was all but certain he would throw up from it.
“STOP!” he screamed desperately as his hands dug into the wood of the chair that his hands were still held too as his body jerked trying to pull away from the assaulting pain.
As the demon made it all too clear that he had no intentions of stopping Sam jerked this way and that trying to pull away from the fingers which were tearing into his wound.
“Dad!” Sam cried not knowing who else to scream for; the one person he could always count on was the one who was causing it so he had no choice but to turn to his father. He cried out desperately his face paling as the room began to swim around him as he struggled to keep his hold on things as his breathing began frantic and he felt himself slipping into an anxiety attack and unable to breathe brought on by the pain.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 15, 2008 18:01:14 GMT -4
As Sam pleaded with “Dean” his eyes staring helplessly back into those of the Demon invading his brothers body, the Demon screwed his face up in desperation and yanked his hand away from Sam’s leg. His breathing came out in pained rasps, his eyes slammed closed and his body jerking, writhing in agony.
As his body yanked itself away from Sam and the Demon held his head, his fingers clutching desperately at his own temples he launched himself forwards and leaned over Sam. His eyes, the same green eyes that had forced their way through only once during this whole sorry affair, stared back at Sam and Dean’s face contorted in anguish. “Sammy....oh God...what have I....Sam....please, don’t believe what it.....” Dean choked back on his words as his body writhed in agony and his breathing ceased entirely, his face twisted in anguish and pain. His hand clutched desperately at his pocket as his body was assaulted by the sheer ferocity of pain it was being piled with and he tore the bloodied blade from his jeans. Every move, every thought that Dean went through was coupled with an overwhelming rush of pain as he tore the blade clean through one of the bindings holding Sam's hands down and he pushed the blade into Sam’s. Curling his brothers fingers about the handle of the blade, Dean’s eyes implored with his brother as the sheer magnitude of what “he” had done slammed through him. “Do whatever you need....to...protect yourself....please...” he begged, closing his brothers fingers tighter about the blade.
Moving his hand away from the blade and taking a gentle hold of Sam’s face again, Dean felt his whole body shake with agony and he struggled to ush each word out that he spoke. “Finish it Sammy....say the words...please” Dean’s voice came out shaky, desperate and sorrowful as his own bloody hands reached up and took a gentle hold of his brother’s face. “Someone...please....” Dean’s body slammed backwards and he curled himself up in agony as his body screamed with the pain that had amassed over the last hours. “FINISH IT!” Dean’s voice tore at his throat and his eyes locked on to Sam’s only once before his eyes slammed closed and he lay motionless upon the floor, his body curled in on itself and his breathing shallow.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 15, 2008 19:57:44 GMT -4
Sam clenched his eyes hut as his chest burned with the strain from the panic attack. His breathing failed him time and time again and he tried desperately to get a grasp on things to calm himself down but it was far past the point of being alright. The pain which ripped through his body was unforgiveable and made every waking moment excruciating and had Sam all but silently begging for death.
Sweat collected on Sam’s forehead as he struggled to look up at his brother still desperate to break through to him even if he could barely stand the pain. Sam stared up at his brother as Dean yanked his hand away from Sam’s injured leg allowing Sam to swallow down a breath of air as he clenched his eyes shut fpr a moment trying to find somewhere to place the agony he was experiencing since there was no time to deal with it; his brother was still trapped within his own body and there was nothing they could do but finish the exorcism.
Sam’s eyes snapped open as he heard Dean’s voice again the tone was softer and laced with concern and the eyes which stared back at him where his brother’s eyes and Sam choked back a sob of relief at seeing that his brother had been able to push through.
Sam flinched back as Dean tore the knife from his pocket dreading what he was to do with it and only shrank back further as he brought it down to his wrists which were tied to the chair.
“Don’t…” he pleaded till he realized his brother had cut through the ropes that had been binding him to the chair.
Sam stared wide eyed back at Dean as he weakly grasped the blade in his hand that Dean had placed there. He didn’t think he had much strength to do anything but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hurt his brother not even the demonic form of his brother.
Sam pushed away from Dean as he collapsed upon the floor every movement causing Sam’s body to scream in pain and causing the world around him to spin faster and his strength to leave him at an alarming rate. Sam Winchester was all but certain as he slipped slightly in his own blood his eyes never leaving his brother that he was minutes from death. He could feel it’s cold hands wrapping around him with ever tick of the clock and yet he had to help his brother with what little he had left in him he had to help.
Sam’s eyes never left his brother as he felt his entire body convulse in pain as he collapsed back on to the ground of the kitchen his blood which soaked the floor soaking into his clothes as he trembled. He shifted his broken body on to his side and stared back over at Dean his eyes struggling to stay open.
“Imperat tibi Deus Pater imperat tibi Deus Filius; 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 prævalituras edixit, ea ipse permansurus omnibus diebus usque ad consummationem sæculi. Imperat tibi sacramentum Crucis, omniumque christianæ fidei Mysteriorum virtus. Imperat tibi excelsa Dei Genitrix Virgo Maria..Mar..ia…” Sam’s voice was nothing more then a whisper as he picked up the exorcism where Bobby had stopped and his voice though shaky recited the words in Latin that would free his brother.
His body struggled and convulsed more violently which every word till it finally gave up the fight and Sam Winchester’s eyes slipped closed and his entire body grew still as it lay strewn in his own blood.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 15, 2008 20:35:22 GMT -4
Dean had lain still upon the floor, his body curled in sheer agony as he waited and hoped against hope his brother would be able to complete the exorcism. His eyes remained locked with his brothers, pleading him silently to do the one thing he begged of him. As the words fell from Sam, a guttural scream so deep, so pain filled and gut wrenching tore from Dean and he writhed upon the floor, his body twisting and contorting as the Demon inside of him began to get its last marching orders.
Dean Winchester would never admit this to anyone, not even his brother, but the thoughts, feelings and emotions that coursed through him in that time managed to all but scare the ever loving crap out of him and he choked back on the rise sob that pushed its way up and out of his body. Trying in vain to keep his own green eyes locked upon his brother, Dean knew he was once more fighting a losing battle and as his eyes slammed closed and his body twisted painfully, the eyes that locked back onto Sam were no longer his own. “Sorry Sammy....gotta....be seeing ya...later...” the Demon growled spitefully, his black eyes shining back onto Sam “Sorry to...cut and run....” he spat and as Dean’s body stiffened upon the floor, his back arching at an unnatural angle, the Demonic cloud tore and ripped its way out of his mouth with a blood curdling scream.
As the black cloud clustered above the kitchen and quickly dissapated through a nearby vent, Dean Winchester was left still upon the floor, his eyes staring unblinkingly up at the ceiling above him, his chest barely moving. He lay as if dead for all of five seconds as his lungs constricted harshly in his chest. A choking rush of air slammed its way down into Dean’s body and he hacked back on it, his eyes streaming with water and as the agony, the pain that had amassed over the last few hours tore through him, he curled upon his side and attempted to breath through it all.
His eyes latched unfocused onto the still form of Sam beside him and his bloodied hands reached out to pull himself closer to his brother. As pain screamed through his mangled hand and wrist, Dean allowed a strangulated sob to fall from him and he tried desperately to reach out to him. “Sam...” he croaked weakly, his body throbbing in pain and yet he was determined to ignore and push through it “Sammy....” he gasped weakly “Please....Sam....” he whispered desperately, allowing his body to fall back upon the floor and his eyes simply stared back up at the ceiling “Sam....” the last word that Dean spoke before passing out entirely was filled with nothing but pain, fear and remorse and as his eyes slipped closed and a single tear streaked its way down his face, he finally lay still upon the floor.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 17, 2008 21:23:43 GMT -4
Missouri frowned and watched silently as Dean continued to argue with Bobby about leaving before rounding on his father.
“What’s this Dad....you think you can piss off out of our lives for weeks, months on end and then just waltz back in and take control again?! News Flash hot shot! We don’t need you anymore, hell we don’t even want you around anymore. You make me sick to my stomach just to look at you...” he growled “You leave me with the role of glorified freaking babysitter to that dumb waste of fcking space and then you think I will welcome you back with open arms? Can anybody say delusional....anybody?”
Missouri crossed her arms and looked at Dean. "Don't you talk to your father that way," she said mostly to herself knowing that currently the whacked out boy wouldn't listen. Dean in fact didn't listen and turned on Bobby again who continued to deny Dean in his request to leave. Then she heard it. Sammy.
Sam's voice started out low and chanted in Latin. Well there was no doubt they didn't need to be worrying about Sam currently now. She turned quickly to see Bobby catching on and smack "Dean" into the Devils Trap. However there was one small problem. Sam was still in the trap. Before Missouri could move a step to try and get Sam out "Dean" got a grip on him and flipped out a knife. “You let me go....Or I keep tearing until I neuter the Puppy....”, "Dean" said as he dug the knife into Sam's gunshot wound and began to rip.
Missouri didn't know what to do. Sammy looked around at the three on the outside of the circle for help but Bobby started chanting again. She knew as well as he did that the Demon could kill Sam as soon as they cut the trap so he could get out. Missouri continued to just look at Sammy trying to catch his eye and let him know that they would get him out of this.
The argument between Demon and human continued on before she narrowed her eyes. Sammy hadn't......had he? He'd broken the darn circle. Of course they weren't supposed to know that. It wasn't her fault his thoughts were screaming out at her. The poor boy. He was scared, tired, beaten, and worried about his brother on top of other things.
Before she could try and tell Bobby or John however something happened. It seemed as if everything happened so fast. Dean...the real Dean gaining control and talking to Sam, the two of them talking, and finally Sam started up the exorcism again.
It seemed almost as if it were over as soon as it had started. The demon quickly left Dean and both boys passed out though not before Dean made his way closer to his brother. Now that was the Dean Missouri knew.
"Oh Lord have mercy," she said before crossing herself and rushing forward. "Well don't just stand there!" she said to Bobby and John. "Help me fix up the boys. We gotta do it fast. The dang demon undid all our work on Sam and added on a beaten Dean."
Missouri moved over to both boys and checked their pulses before nodding and thinking to herself about everything she would need. "And if Sammy doesn't stay in bed and rest this time I'll turn my spoon on him. same goes for Dean. Now move them onto the table so we can get a better look at them," she said as she walked across the room and turned on a few more lights.
Missouri rolled back her sleeves and went to grab the rags she had washed from the other day from the laundry room and grabbed a new bag of them. No doubt they would need as many as they could get.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 18, 2008 17:02:40 GMT -4
Dean had lain in a state of complete nothingness for a few moments, the silence that surrounded him compared to the screaming agony of his possession and subsequent exorcism calmed him greatly and he allowed his body to relax within itself, despite the immense pain traveling through the most part of it.
His senses were heightened and his mind roused slightly as he felt a hand upon his neck and he dared move only slightly to push whoever it was away from him. “I’m....alive....Leave it out...” he mumbled with a pained hiss and struggled to push his eyes open. “See to Sammy....” he whispered. As his eyes slowly open under duress and he blinked back against the lights slamming down over him, he groaned gently and attempted to turn onto his side. “Tryna frigging blind me....” he muttered quietly and managed to heave his body over onto his stomach.
Lying flat upon the floor and burying his head in the crook of his good arm, Dean slowly allowed his breathing to return to a semi-sense of normality and he groaned deeply into the ground. “That was about as fun as....being ....well, stabbed, murdered and molested by a demon....” he muttered, in a half assed attempt at humor.
As Missouri’s voice rang out around the kitchen, Dean cringed into his arm and slowly began to hoist himself up from the floor. “Inside voice Missouri….inside voice…” he groaned and finally managed to seat himself upon the floor. His eyes automatically fell, unfocused upon the form of Sam, lying unconscious on the floor and he crawled his way over to his brothers side immediately. Snatching at his knife that now lay discarded upon the floor, Dean made quick work of severing the bindings that held Sam to the chair and he pulled him into his arms, so gently it were almost as if he were afraid Sam would break.
“Jesus…oh God…” Dean reached his healthy hand up and slowly began to brush the hair and blood from off of Sam’s face before he glanced up fearfully at those surrounding them “This ain’t a frigging invite only party you know….for Gods sake, he needs a hospital!” he yelled out, cringing immediately as his own voice slammed through his head. “What have I done….” He whispered frantically, refusing point blank to release his brother “Oh God….Bobby….Dad….please….I tried to….I tried to stop it….” He gasped, his eyes staring back at Bobby with nothing but fear and remorse washing over them.
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