Don't Look Back: A Supernatural Amnesia Sequel
Don't Look Back
It was a year after Sam and Dean Winchester had said goodbye to their friend, Stephanie, leaving her in the loving arms of her husband and family. They had known that it was best for her, even without her making the choice for herself. They needed her to be happy; Dean especially needed it.
Sam and Dean had continued to do what it is that they do; hunt and kill evil sons of bitches. That was their life and it always would be. There was no point in getting sentimental about all the things they would miss out on and not be able to have; wallowing got them nowhere fast. They were Winchesters and they were fighting the biggest, meanest, nastiest creatures out there; there was no time for them to get sloppy.
This day was a day like any other. It started out like it always did; the boys woke up too early in a cheap motel, got their showers and headed out to begin their day questioning people and looking into deaths and omens. They were in Little Rock, Arkansas. The place had been lit up for miles with demonic omens and the boys were determined to fumigate the roaches. They did exactly what their dad taught them to do; find the evil things, kill them and don't look back. Their investigation led them to a group of demons taking over the town officials and wreaking havoc on the people who lived there. They weren't sure why the demons were doing what they were doing, but who could ever figure those bastards out-they were demons after all.
They had the last demon tied to a chair, circled by a devil's trap on both the ceiling and the floor. The demon was laughing at them and giving Dean a gigantic headache.
"Would you please just fucking shut up?" Dean exclaimed, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "Sam, send him packing, will you?"
Sam rolled his eyes; Dean was such a joy to be around these days. Since he lost Stephanie he was even crankier than he used to be, if that was even possible. Sam focused his attention back on the demon sitting before him, "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursion…"
Sam was cut off by the demon laughing. "What's the matter, can't get it up? Oh, that's right, you quit after Lucifer made you his meat puppet."
Sam got angry. He hated being reminded of that point of his life and the things he had to watch Lucifer do. He continued on with the ritual, "infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
"Oh, that's right; after what almost happened with the Stephanie girl you went cold turkey. Well, good going, little Sammy, because you can recite words to me until you're blue in the face, but it's not going to do any good."
"Shut the fuck up!" Sam exclaimed in the demon's face. "Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare."
"You're adorable!" The demon piped up once again. "You see, I'm not much like the maggots that you killed here before me; I'm stronger, much stronger. And, I'm special."
"Real humble too I see." Dean added sarcastically.
"Piss off, Dean!" The demon spat. "I don't like you."
"Well, I'm just going to go cry now. Sam, keep going."
Sam nodded and began to continue where he left off, "Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei."
"I'm surprised you haven't figured out who I am yet. You're the boy wonder, Lucifer's own chosen one, and you can't even remember one demon."
Sam's nostrils flared, "Do you honestly think this little routine is going to work for you? I'm going to send you back to rot in hell."
"Won't be as much fun as last time though, I'm afraid." He twisted his head to the side, "Don't recognize me without the gorgeous meat suit I was wearing, well, I'm heart broken. Let's see, maybe if you cut me with your special knife and took a drink, you'd remember-"
Sam lost all focus on what he was doing. He suddenly knew what demon he was up against and he was not at all pleased. Sam yanked the knife from Dean's hand and grabbed the arm of the poor bastard the demon was possessing, slicing into it. Sam watched the skin sizzle from where the blade had made contact, "You're going to tell me right now why you did it!"
"I am? That's funny; I don't remember planning on that happening."
"Don't play games with me. I can open your veins and pull you in two minutes flat."
Dean raised his eyebrow. He secretly loved it when Sam was like this; at least he wasn't being his usual bitchy self.
The demon laughed again, "But, you won't. It's been a year, hasn't it? You've gone soft!"
Sam ripped the man's shirt open, the buttons popped off and scattered all over the room. Dean was nearly hit in the eye by one of the shirt buttons, having to duck and swat it away. Sam then used the knife to take a gouge out of the man's chest, the demon screamed out as the skin sizzled. "You're gonna fucking tell me right now why you did it."
"Because Lucifer wanted me to. I'm his favorite, you know, and I've got to say, you don't live up to the hype." He said, looking Sam up and down.
"Why did Lucifer command it?" Sam was on a roll now, he had to know.
"You were there. I know you remember what he said. It had to be her, which is a royal pain in the ass cause we have stipulations you know."
Sam sliced again, through the other arm, "What kind of stipulations?"
The demon rolled his eyes, "Unfortunately we can't just swoop in and take her, she has to be forfeited."
The demon smiled, "A loved one. She had to be forfeited by a loved one. You know, the red tape, it's enough to make you crazy."
Sam grabbed the guy by his shirt and got into his face, "Like a deal?"
"Exactly like a deal."
"Who would make a deal for that?" Sam wanted to kill the maggot, but he needed information.
The demon smiled at him, "Well, you know I can't give away the punch line."
Dean, who had been silent during the whole ordeal, walked over, and pointed at the demon, "Who is this assclown?"
Sam looked at his brother with a sympathetic smile, "The demon who possessed Stephanie."
Dean got a good look at the guy. He looked like an average guy, probably had a successful job, 2.5 kids and a dog. It was a shame that the poor bastard had to have this kind of bad luck, getting himself possessed and everything, but there wasn't anything he could do now to help the guy. In that moment Dean saw red, he felt nothing but hatred. He ripped the knife from Sam's hand and jammed it right through the guy's chest. "That was for Stephanie, you fucking dick!" He let go of the man's shirt and watched him slump back into the chair, blood dripping from every orifice.
A/N: I was so excited to put Supernatural Amnesia to bed but I can't get this story out of my head...it's haunting me. I hope you like the prologue to the new story. Let me know what you think. I'm always up for suggestions and ideas. I can't promise that I will use them, but if you have something you think is interest, let me know! Hope to get the next couple chapters out real soon. There's some pretty crazy stuff going to happen really quickly. :)