Chapter Five

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"Hang on, Sammy, I'm coming!" Dean punches the glass window, pain shooting up his hand.

Sam's entire body seizes, blood running down his face from every orifice. His eyes have completely rolled back into his head, only the whites showing.

One more punch and the glass finally breaks. He pushes in all the jagged corners and grabs the doorknob from the inside, flipping the lock.

"Sammy..." Dean shoves the door open, sliding in the salt, and drops to his knees. His little brother is still convulsing. The groans that come out of his throat are choked, his breaths wheezing. The smell of sulfur in the air around him is so strong Dean almost gags.

Is he being possessed somehow? Some kind of...delayed, long-distance, ritualistic possession? If that kind of thing even exists.

If so...

He grabs the exorcisms from his coat. Sam's hands are clawing the floor, sweat pouring off his brow. His groans have turned to growls.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus..." he pauses, glancing up at Sam. There's no reaction to the words. "...omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii-"

As suddenly as it began, Sam's convulsions stop.

No warning, no explanation, they just...

Stop.

Dean swallows, white knuckling the book. "Sammy," he croaks. "Sammy? You with me?" The odor of sulfur begins to dissipate. "Hey." Dean touches his brother's shoulder tentaively, giving him a little shake. "Come on man, talk to me."

Sam's eyes flick open, staring unfocused at the ceiling. And they're not black.

They're yellow.

Dean hits the wall hard, falling to the floor even harder. Yellow eyed Sam stands up, a thin smile on his mouth and rotates his shoulder until it cracks.

"You know, for being so-very famous, you're not very good at this. Are you, Dean?" Seeing those cold yellow eyes on Sam's face... Dean scowls at the floor, groaning as he pushes himself up. The book of exorsicms is just inches too far.

"Go ahead," he says, voice rough from the wind being knocked out of him. "Tell me what grand mistake I made. I know you're dying to."

Yellow eyes chuckles and it's Sam's laugh. Dean grimaces, still struggling to sit up. "The only mistake you made, Dean, was being family to Sam Winchester. He's a little bit cursed, you know." He smiles. "Oh, and you should have waited for the ritual to be complete before you tried to exorcise me."

With a flash of his hand, Dean goes sailing back again, smashing into the glass door. Broken shards dig into his shirt, tearing his skin as Sam's hand moves up higher and higher, dragging him toward the ceiling.

"What the hell are you after," Dean yells. "Why are you so obsessed with Sam?"

"Obsessed? That's a harsh word. I prefer...protective."

Dean is looking down on him now, his back pressed so firmly against the ceiling that every vertebra of his spine is completely pressed flat.

"I've been watching him...ever since he was born."

Dean holds back a yowl of pain. His stomach feels like it's tearing itself apart.

"I made him what he is today. I made him special, I shaped his entire life by killing Mary and Jessica...I sent him traveling with you, even if he never knew it. So in a way, Sam is...sort of like a son to me." Yellow eyes smiles wider. "A very bad, disobedient son. Then again I guess he was that way with John too."

"Go screw yourself." Dean bites the insides of his cheeks as the pain in his chest and stomach turns to red hot. Blood is soaking his shirt and he doesn't know where it's coming from.

"He won't assume his destiny, Dean. Not with you around to prod him back onto the path of being a hunter."

"Then what's the point, huh?" The ceiling feels hot against his back. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, seeing Sammy down there like that, remembering Mom...and Dad. "You say you sent him with me for a reason? What was the damn point of it all! Ahhh..." He grinds his teeth against the heat. He smells smoke.

"It was never the plan to end up here," Yellow eyes says with a shrug. "But Sam has disobeyed me for too long. You've served your purpose, Dean, and for that I'm thankful. Truly. But your usefullness has come to an end and now you're in my way. Sam won't work with me, and as long as you're alive, he'll fight my possession of his body and frankly that just sounds tiring."

Dean chokes out a stifled scream as the first of the flames erupt around him.

"AH!" Yellow eyes throws himself to the floor, steam rising off his skin. The fire dies and Dean drops straight to the floor.

For an instant, the world goes black. His clothes are singed, his skin tingling and numb, hot against the cold floor. His entire body throbs like the world's worst toothache. His ribs definitely cracked when he hit the ground.

Dragging his eyes up, Dean squints against his blurred vision. His laugh turns into more of a hacking cough but still. "Perfect timing, Addison..."

She's utterly frozen, arm still outstretched, Sam's bucket of holy water in his her hands. Her eyes are comically wide, an "oh shit what did I just do" expression plastered all over that pretty little face.

"You...bitch..." Yellow eyes pants, staggering back up to his feet.

"Salt," Dean yells. Addison stumbles backwards into the first circle of salt.

Yellow eyes growls but decides to ignore her. It's not worth his time. He turns back to Dean.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis con...potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii."

The demon screams. Dean keeps talking right over him, the book back in his hands thanks to Addy's rescue-turned-disctration.

"Omnis legio! Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica! Ergo, Draco maledicte et omnis...legio diabolica, adiuramus te! Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii."

The lights flicker, electric buzzing. Lightbulbs burst, a wind kicks up inside the motel, papers flying around, the ground beginning to rumble.

"Omnis legio! Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica!"

Yellow eyes falls to his knees, convulsing again. The scream that rips out of his throat is more monstrous than Sam's voice alone. A plume of black smoke erupts from his open mouth, shooting straight into the ceiling.

"Ergo, Draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te!" Dean finishes, but the demon is already gone.

Sam sways on his knees before collapsing face first onto the tile floor.

"Dean..." Addison is trembling like a leaf. She steps nervously over the salt, giving Sam a wide berth as she skirts toward Dean. "Are you okay," she asks without taking her eyes off his brother.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine..." He winces, touching his ribs. "Help me up, would ya?" She takes his hand and lifts him gently to his feet. Dean stumbles a bit but crosses the space between him and Sam. He reaches into his coat, fishing out the flask of holy water, and pulls the cork. "Sorry, Sammy, gotta be sure." He turns it over and dumps the contents onto the back of Sam's head.

There's no steam, but Sam startles awake, sputtering in confusion. He starts to sit up but stops, groaning and holding his head. "Ohh...what the hell happened...?"

"Take it easy, sport. How do you feel?"

Sam moans pathetically.

"Right." Dean turns to Addison, who is still staring at Sam as if he's the devil himself. "Would you mind calling the paramedics? A few of these people are in shock at the very least."

Addison hesitates but offers a nod, skirting around Sam again as she runs for the phones, stopping only long enough to scoop her daughter into her arms and plant a kiss on her forehead.

Dean winces as he kneels down beside Sam, helping him flop onto his back. "Seriously, how do you feel now?"

Sam shrugs lamely. His eyes are bloodshot and half lidded, his skin still several shades too pale. "About as good as you look." He makes the patented Dewy-Eyed Sam Face. "Dean, I am so sorry-"

"You were possessed, Sam, it wasn't you. There was nothing you could have done."

"I almost killed you." It's not argument. More like a realization, said softly, mostly to himself.

"You weren't you, okay? Now come on, we've got a some miles to cross."

Sam blinks. "Wha-Dean! You need to go to the hospita-you are in no condition to drive!"

"What are you talking about, I feel fine."

"You've got...broken ribs, a broken shoulder, some kind of...bleeding wound, severe burns-"

"Yeah and you've got a concussion, I'm picking the lesser of two evils right now in regards to designated driver." At Sam's unimpressed face, Dean sighs dramatically. "We are going to a hospital, okay? But not this one. Any minute now this place's gonna be swarming with cops and I wanna get the hell outta dodge before they start asking questions."

"Right," Sam rubs his head. "You're right. Come on, lemme help you." He stands shakily, steadying himself on the wall before hoisting Dean up as well, supporting him as they head for the car.

"Hey, wait!" Addison is still carrying Trisha and her eyes dart nervously to Sam. "You're not leaving, are you?"

"'fraid so," Dean says, smiling thinly.

"You're hurt-you're...both hurt. You should go to the hospital."

"We will. Just not one in this town. We don't exactly like being questioned by cops."

"But why? You saved us."

"As I'm pretty sure you can imagine, the authorities aren't always real keen on hearing our side on the story. Especially when it consists of demons, monsters, ghosts, and the like." Dean smiles thinly. "Thanks, though. You really saved our asses back there."

"Yeah, how did you know to do that?" Sam asks.

Suddenly, Addison's face flushes. "Um...I...might have looked inside your bags when you left them in the lobby-but, but I thought it was just...I don't know a hobby? All that talk about the church and Chris and...I thought you guys were like, ghost hunters or something. For the internet or...whatever. Then when I saw what that thing was able to do...I snuck in the back door of the motel and went into the office for my gun but found that pitcher with a rosary in it and just...well..."

Dean breathes a laugh. "Good instict," he says, shaking his head. "Cause a gun only woulda pissed him off."

"And hurt like a son of a bitch," Sam adds.

With that, Sam opens the driver side door of the Impala and Dean climbs in, cringing as he buckles himself down. Sam, Addison, and Trish grab their stuff from the room as Baby's engine growls to life. With everything packed and ready to go, Sam slides in and they pull out onto the highway, Dean adjusting his rear view mirror to see Addy and her daughter standing safely in the parking lot, watching them go.

They pass a whole row of ambulances and cop cars on the way and Dean grins at Sammy out of the corner of his eyes. His brother only rolls his eyes.

"So how long do you think Yellow Eyes'll stay in Hell?"

"I don't think he's there at all," Dean admits, startling Sam.

"What?"

"He left your body before I finished the exorcism. He wasn't pinned down by a Devil's Trap or anything so he probably just ran away to avoid getting sent downstairs."

"Dammit."

"Yeah well I don't really care," Dean says. "We're both alive, those people are alive, as many as we could save anyway...and nothing too horrible happened."

"You almost burned alive, Dean."

"Almost being the operative word there."

Sam sighs and turns toward the window. "I'm never sleeping again."

"Well in that case." Dean reaches for the radio, cranking it up as high as it will go, Def Leppard's "Armaggedon It" blasting. "To Hell with your destiny, Sam," he yells over the deafening guitar and drums. "All those people would be dead if not for you. I don't think that's something you can say about anyone really evil."

"What," Sam yells, covering his ears against the music. "I can't hear you!"

"Nothing! Just shut up and enjoy the music!"

A/N: Fun Fact: Dean and I apparently share the same taste in music lol...

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