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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 26, 2008 23:19:21 GMT -4
Sam tried to focus his eyes on his brother as he felt his brother's hands upon his arm. He tired to struggle against the wall but only found the demon's hold firmly holding him in place against the wall. He groaned slightly allowing his eyes to slip shut as he felt the warm sensation of blood trailing down his legs soaking the scrub pants he wore to his leg. The pressure had opened the stitches on his leg and a new flare of agony sliced through slam as his hands clenched tightly into a fist as he tried to keep from crying out not wanting Dean to worry any more then he knew he already was.
Sam forced his eyes open though and looked them with his brother a small trail of blood creeping from the corner of his mouth as he groaned once more the force ripping into his damaged body.
"Don't Dean...please," Sam whispered his words desperate and pain laced before his body shuddered slightly and his head slumped down his eyes rolling closed as he lost consciousness his body no longer able to deal with the pain.
Several moments later an angry red burn crossed the skin upon Sam's hand; the burn being caused by the only logical source the link Meg still held upon him. A small whimper fell from Sam but he remained firmly in the grasps of unconsciousness.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 1, 2008 11:18:31 GMT -4
Dean's eyes widened in horror at the sight of the blood pouring from his brother's body. Anger laced through him and his desire was immediately to repeat his earlier actions. The only problem was he was running short on most of the supplies he'd had earlier.
His hand moved to his pockets and felt about. There was one bottle of holy water in his back pocket and his rosary beads in the pocket of his jacket. But with his particular demon, he knew it would take more than a few little tricks to fend him off.
"You don't want Sam dead? You've got a strange way of showing it. The way he's bleeding now, how long do you think he'll have in this condition?"
Dean watched in horror as his brother passed into unconciousness. It did nothing short of increase his anger. The anger turned to curiousity when Sam made a whimpering sound. Before he could turn around to blame the demon in front of him, Dean saw a new injury-what appeared to be a burn-on his brother's hand.
Meg.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean hissed, turning to face the demon. "You want to deal with me? Then you tell Daddy's Little Bitch Meg to drop this game she's playing with him. I'm telling your right here and now, that game stops before we go any further. We've seen enough of your family's crap over the years, and I'm not having my brother tormented anymore if these are his last days."
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Oct 2, 2008 22:52:12 GMT -4
Azazel snickered at the sight of the rage filling Dean's thoughts.
"Meg is just having a little fun. But fine...I will talk to Meg when I get the chance but UNTIL THEN," A cold sinister tone emerged out of Azazel's mouth. "WE will be trying to save Sammy. And about my family's 'crap', trust me I've had to put up with a lot of YOUR family's crap too. Especially your mother's...I see where this obsession with making deals came from..."
Azazel's eyes flashed with arrogance.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 3, 2008 8:30:45 GMT -4
Dean's anger was nearly visible in the room as the yellow eyed demon spoke.
"Meg's just having a bit of fun? Fine then. I'll just have a "bit of fun" with her. Just me, her, maybe some holy water, special gun I happen to have, yeah, that sounds like my idea of fun."
Dean turned his eyes from the demon back to his brother. Sam was getting the far worst of this deal.
"Let him go." Dean demanded. "Let go of him now." He glared at the demon as he continued to speak, a cold sick feeling seeping through him. This deal could be the death of all of them.
"You leave my mother out of this." He spat. "Wasn't killing her enough? Now you have to drag her into this? You leave everyone else out of this-my mother, my father-MY BROTHER. You want to deal, it's between you and me. The rest of the Winchester family is out unless you want me to take you out the same way I'll be taking out your daughter."
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Oct 8, 2008 18:33:59 GMT -4
"Dean here's the thing. Unlike your daddy, I don't boss my children around like slaves. So Meg can do whatever she wants. Your predicament is this, you don't hold the cards. I do. Because the fact of the matter is that Sammy's gonna die soon unless you allow me to help you. So no more trying to bargain when you have nothing worth selling..." Azazel smiled.
"So when are we gonna get this show on the road and go find the contract holder?"
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 8, 2008 18:56:31 GMT -4
Dean closed his eyes, trying to forget that he had encountered this mess. He had no real choice. The demon was right. Sam would die if he didn't act fast. He didn't have time to argue about his family, or the demon's for that matter. He needed to save Sam.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked, looking down at the floor. "You...." Dean took a deep breath and looked up.
"What do I have to do to save Sam?"
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Nov 19, 2008 22:49:36 GMT -4
Azazel grinned cunningly, impressed by his own genius.
"I already told ya Dean. We need to find Sam's contract holder. Once we find her, we may have a chance of saving Sam from the pit. You know you have no choice Dean. Your brother will die unless you do something fast."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 20, 2008 9:31:28 GMT -4
Dean had personally never sold his soul, but some how he know knew exactly what it felt like. He shot Sam's weak form another sad gaze before turning back to the Yellow Eyed Demon.
"I'm ready." He shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans in a small attempt to keep them from shaking. "Let's go. Just say the word."
They were so close to running out of time. Dean knew if they didn't act immediately, he could lose Sam forever.
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Nov 20, 2008 18:46:19 GMT -4
"Good. I'm all set. So where's your car?" Azazel grinned, maliciously.
Azazel's plan was coming to fruitation. Sam could not die if his plan was to work. The young anti-christ's death was not an option. His golden eyes glanced at the unconscieus Sam.
"You might want to help the Champ first."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 20, 2008 22:55:36 GMT -4
Dean groaned, a sick feeling sliding through his stomach as the realization sunk through him.
"Outside." He muttered, seriously unhappy that the demon was using both his brother and his car against him.
Dean looked at Sam again. His brother looked pretty miserable. He needed more medical treatment.
"Let him down." Dean grumbled. "I'll put him back on the gurney and take him upstairs where one of the doctors will find him. Then we go."
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Nov 21, 2008 17:44:33 GMT -4
"Always knew you had some brains, Dean. Go ahead and get Sam upstairs. I'll follow."
Azazel's eyes faded back to the man he had control over's usual brown eyes. He gave a sick smile at Dean and got ready to follow him up to the hospital.
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Post by Prometheus on Nov 21, 2008 17:54:36 GMT -4
Prometheus walked through the hospital, calmly. He had sensed that the Winchesters were here. He had just discussed the situation with their father, John, but knew that as good of a hunter as he was, he could not battle Azazel on his own. Prometheus had to find the Winchesters. Warn them of Azazel's lies.
He walked through the hall hoping to find something.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 21, 2008 22:16:25 GMT -4
Dean felt his stomach sink lower than it already was when the demon saw fit to compliment him. If that was what it was, anyhow.
"Whatever." He grumbled.
Dean gathered Sam into his arms and haled his brother's large, unconscious form back onto the gurney. Slowly he pushed the gurney to wards the doorway, into the hallway, and back into the elevator.
When he'd hit the button and the doors had closed behind them, Dean turned and leaned over his brother's form. Tears were clouding his vision as he leaned into Sam's ear.
"Sam, I'm sorry. I really hope you're going to be able to forgive me for this. I'm so sorry. I-. I don't know what else to do. But I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I swear to God I won't."
The doors opened on the first floor. Dean made sure that no one was around before pulling Sam out. He settled the gurney into a corner of the hallway just around the corner from a nurse's station. Then he walked to wards the lobby area, wondering exactly what would happen next.
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Nov 27, 2008 0:39:31 GMT -4
Azazel walked beside Dean, towards the lobby of the hospital.
"So first we find the thing that holds Sammy's contract. We kill it. Badda bing badda boom. Sammy's as good as new."
Azazel's golden eyes were fixed on the eldest Winchester, watching each expression closely. He never considered Dean to be much of a threat but you could never be too cautious.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 28, 2008 14:29:42 GMT -4
Dean watched the demon beside him out of the corner of his eye. He shoved his hands into his pockets, covering his carkeys with his right.
"Great, so where do we find this demon?" He muttered, looking down to watch his shoes move along the tile floor.
He felt the demon's eyes on him and it was like having parasites crawling over him. His insides felt like poison was flowing through them. He had to get this done, and then go tell his brother and father what had happened. They were going to go into orbit when they found out the deal he had made.
"Just that simple, huh? We find and kill this demon, and then life goes back to normal? Just like that?"
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