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Dance With the Devil
Sam's locked in the mental ward and he's constantly harassed by Lucifer. He tries to seek help, but everyone thinks he's crazy, even his beloved brother. How will Sam win this battle with himself? Remastered version of 'Dance With the Devil'
Dementors hate chocolate, MaeKat, Dev's Inferno and AlElizabeth for reviewing the previous chapter! Hope you are all still reading this despite the extremely long wait since the last chapter – I lost a fair bit of interest in SPN after season 8, but fortunately, it's returned thanks to the last couple of episodes of season 9. Enjoy!
Chapter Seven: One Step Closer
It was night now which was both a blessing and a curse; a blessing because it allowed him to keep his presence hidden, but a curse because it was harder to see. But Lucifer guided him in the right direction, and the closer he came to his target, the stronger his desire to become stronger. He had thought his demon blood drinking days were behind him, but here he was hunting a demon down in the dead of night.
What would Dean think? Dean wasn't too pleased when he discovered Sam feasting on a demon. The look of horror on his face broke him inside, but the damage had been done. He couldn't erase the past no matter how much he wished he could. Demon blood was a part of who he was. He had come to accept it, but Dean still couldn't. Would Dean ever learn to accept him?
I smell a demon. Turn right down the upcoming alley. There's only one so you won't have any trouble taking this demon on. Are you ready, Sammy?
Sam crept closer. He pressed his back against the wall and cautiously made his way to the corner. As he drew closer, he could hear the sounds of a demon. The demon was talking to someone. Probably Crowley. He reached the corner and peeked around, and spotted a female in her late teens talking into a goblet of blood. Summoning more demons for assistance? Or listening to new orders from the current King of Hell?
Strike now, Sammy.
Now, how to do this? It had been a couple of years since he last flung a demon. He could feel Lucifer's power surging through his veins and felt a brief rush of exhilaration. So much power and it was his to use freely if he paid a price for it. He raised a palm and extended it towards the oblivious demon, then curled his fingers. The demon gasped. Sam lifted his hand, lifting the demon up a few feet from the ground.
Now Sammy! Break its body.
Sam obeyed. He flung the demon, slamming the host's body into the nearby wall. An unpossessed human would die, but this was a demon. The female turned around, and hissed, eyes pure black. "Sam Winchester!" She charged. Sam was prepared. He flung the demon again, then tackled it to the ground. The demon fought back, lashing at Sam's eyes, but he managed to pin her down.
Immediately, he pulled out Ruby's knife and brought the edge of the blade to the demon's neck, and sliced into it. Blood seeped out of the wound. The demon gasped again, and tried to fight back, but the battle was over. He looked at the blood; the same blood ran through his veins. It was a permanent reminder of Azazel the demon who destroyed his life.
Once again, he obeyed. He brought his mouth down to the wound, sinking his teeth into the exposed skin. He felt like a vampire sucking the life force out of a human. The demon stopped struggling as Sam continued to swallow more blood. The more he consumed, the stronger he felt. He felt more alive, more confident.
You can stop now, Sammy. That's enough for one day.
Sam stopped, and wiped the blood of his face. Walking around with blood around his mouth would draw unwanted attention. "What do we do with the body?"
Throw it in a dumpster.
And so Sam did.
It was a long and lonely night for Castiel. He stood under a street lamp, unmoving. He had been there for hours now counting down the time. Dean was upset; Dean didn't want to talk to him at the moment, but the human surely had to understand that he thought he was doing the right thing?
"You must be Castiel, I've heard a lot about you."
At the mention of his name, he turned around and spotted a slender woman with red hair. She walked towards him, a smirk on her face. She wasn't an angel. He would've known. She was something else. Something dangerous. "Don't come any closer."
The woman laughed. "Where is Crowley?"
Castiel frowned. "I do not know."
"Well, that's a shame. I thought you were still in contact with him."
This was rather strange. Who was this woman and how did she know about his history with Crowley? "Tell me who you are."
She stepped closer, and Castiel took a step back. "You don't need to be scared of me, Castiel. You and I both want the same thing – Crowley's head." Again, she moved closer. "Have you heard the news? Lucifer has been freed again." A wide smile broke out on her face.
"Not just your every day demon." Castiel lifted a palm and tried to fling the demon aside, but she did not move. His eyes widened. "You don't have the juice to take me on, Castiel. Instead of fighting me, why don't you just agree to help?"
"What are you?"
Abbadon. He had heard that name before. His superiors used to tell stories to new angels about the Knights of Hell. They were a unique breed of demon created by Lucifer himself. The Knights consisted of the oldest and most powerful of their kind, and they only answered to the Devil. That explained why she knew about Lucifer walking the earth again. Michael and Raphael were believed to have wiped the Knights of Hell out, but obviously not as one of them stood before him now.
But as strong as a Knight was, they could still be defeated by an angel blade. He summoned his blade and pointed it towards her. "Stay away from me."
She looked at the blade, then back to Castiel's face. "Do you want Crowley dead? I can help you. I don't want to fight you, Castiel. Lucifer spoke highly of you. During the years of his absence, you have filled in his role well. Slaughtering angels in heaven. Freeing the Leviathan. You're an enemy to heaven. You're the most wanted angel on earth. Lucifer will protect you, Castiel, if you allow him to. All you have to do is swear your allegiance to the rightful King."
Swear allegiance to Lucifer? He would never fall to that level – but Abbadon might decide to kill him if he said no. He had to trick the Knight. "I will help you." Use Abbadon to defeat Crowley, then betray her afterwards. After that, he could worry about the Leviathan threat and finding a way to save Sam.
Abbadon grinned. "I thought you'd agree. I'll keep in contact with you, Castiel."
Castiel didn't stay around for much longer.
How are you feeling Sam? He was feeling pretty fine actually; the demon blood had cured any exhaustion he previously felt. He felt like he could take on an army of demons with ease. Don't get too overconfident, Sam. We're not done yet. There is still a lot that must be done before you can use my full power.
He was itching for more action to get another taste of power. It had been many years since he had last felt this powerful, and he didn't want that feeling to go away. "What next?"
We need information from demons and angels.
"And how do you expect to do that? We can't trust anyone." He couldn't even trust Castiel – the angel had been the one to pull him into this mess in the first place after all. "Capture a demon? Trap an angel? Don't you think that would be a little too risky? I thought we were trying to play it safe."
We need to find Meg. She was one of my loyalists, and I'm sure she has information.
"Meg?" Great. That was one demon he wasn't keen on seeing again. She had been responsible for getting Jo and Ellen killed a few years back, and he couldn't forgive her for that no matter how hard she tried to make it up to the Winchesters. "I'd rather not see her again. Besides, what is going to happen if we find Meg and she discovers who you are then gets captured by Crowley? All of his demons will come after you and that will attract angel attention," Sam reasoned. So much for playing it safe.
I don't see any other option Sam. It's either capture a demon or capture an angel. To make it even more simplistic, capture Meg or Castiel. Your choice. What do you think is easier? Castiel has seen into your head – he knows I'm here and therefore will be on guard.
"What about her hell hounds?"
Are you scared of a couple of dogs, Sam?
There's nothing to be scared of, Sam. I AM the true ruler of hell. The dogs will be able to sense me in you.
"That's comforting," Sam mumbled. He had seen those dogs tear his brother apart. He had been there for Jo when she was dying of a hell hound attack. He certainly hoped Lucifer wasn't being too confident about the dogs being able to sense him. What if they weren't able to?
Stop worrying, Sam. It's not a good look on you. Now, let's find Meg. What do you think, Sammy?
He didn't see much choice here. He could only hope they would find Meg before anyone else did.
Slightly shorter chapter everyone, it's been a very long time since I last wrote anything remotely Supernatural, so consider this as a comeback chapter. Reviews are much appreciated, as always!