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Summary: Third book of The Sabrina Moore Chronicles. Dean only has a year to live. The Colt is rebuilt. Bela Talbot and Ruby, enter the Winchester's and Sabrina's lives. When Ruby shows up what will Ayami do when she takes an interest in Sam? Bad Sum (OC)Sabrina/Dean, Rated M. Suggest reading Book 1 and 2 first.
The Sabrina Moore Chronicles Book Three: Corrupted Children
Oak Park, Illinois
In dark suburban neighborhood street and there was a nicely kept house. A man in his thirties, with red hair and a beard, exits the house with a bag of garbage. He takes it out to the garbage cans and stuffs it in. As he walks back to the house, the garbage cans rattle. He stares, walking cautiously towards them. They continue to rattle; he looks up and sees a demonic cloud swirling over the Chicago skyline in the distance. Panicked, he runs back towards the house, but trips before he gets there. A tendril of demon smoke pours into his mouth. He opens his eyes; they are black. The now-possessed man stands, looking towards the rest of the demonic cloud now streaming towards Chicago, and smiles.
One Week Later
Sam was sitting in the Impala, reading a book. The header at the top of the page reads "Dr. Faustus". He looked up to see Dean inside the house across from him; he was wearing only an undershirt. Dean grinned and gave Sam a double-thumbs up, at which Sam shook his head, smiling fondly. A hot girl came into view from off right, and Dean shut the curtains; they could be seen undressing each other in silhouette. Sam glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Sabrina laying in the back reading John's journal, occasionally talking to Aya quietly. Sam's phone rang.
"Hello." Sam said.
"Hey, Sam." Bobby said driving along another dark highway in his own beat-up car
"Hey, Bobby." Sabrina sat up.
"Put it on speaker." She said. Sam did and held the phone away from his ear.
"Hi Bobby!"
"Hey Sabrina. What're you two doing?"
"Oh, same old, same old."
"You buried in those books again?" Sam paused and Bobby grimaced. "Sam, you want to break Dean free of that demon deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no book."
"Then where, Bobby?"
"Kid, I wish I knew. So, where's your brother?"
"Polling the electorate." Sam said without missing a beat.
"What?"
"Never mind."
"Well, you three better pack it up. I think I finally found something." Sam hung up and looked back at Sabrina.
"Not it!" She said, her eyebrows going up. He frowned and she smiled sheepishly.
Inside the house, Sam knocked on the bedroom door, opening it slowly.
"Dean?" He entered the room. "Dean, you - you conscious? Bobby called, and he thinks that maybe we –" He stopped and stared in horror. "Oh, god."
Later, three were in the Impala, Dean was driving.
"Let me see your knife." Sam said.
"What for?" Dean asked.
"So I can gouge my eyes out." Sabrina chuckled in the back.
"It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam."
"It's a part of you I never wanted to see, Dean." Dean chuckled and slapped Sam on the thigh.
"Hey, I appreciate you giving me a little quality time with the Doublemint Twins."
"No problem." Sam said quietly.
"Really? Well, I got to say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll, something."
"Not at all. You deserve to have a little fun."
"Well, I'm in violent agreement with you there." Dean chuckled. "What's Bobby got?"
"Not much. Crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Could be demonic omens."
"Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem."
"Yeah, but it's our only lead."
"Any freaky deaths?"
"No, nothing Bobby could find - not yet, anyway."
"It's weird, man. I mean, the night the devil's gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?"
"Seventeen."
"Seventeen. You think it would be "Apocalypse Now," but it's been five days and bubkis." Sam looked at him, startled. Dean paused. "What are the demons waiting for?"
"Beats me."
"It's driving me crazy. I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already."
"I don't know, man. Be careful what you wish for." Sam said.
The next morning, the trio pulled up outside a farmhouse. Dean got out munching on a hamburger. The air was filled with the sound of cicadas.
"Hear those cicadas?" Sam asked.
"That can't be a good sign." Dean said.
"No. No, it can't."
"So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?" Bobby asked greeting them.
"Well, I sold my soul. Got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol." Dean said.
"So, Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here or what?" Sam asked.
"Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero." Bobby said.
"Candygram!" Dean said pounding on the farmhouse door. They picked the lock and open the door; Dean entered first, Sam behind him with a gun drawn then Sabrina. They covered their noses in disgust.
"That's awful." Sam said.
"That so can't be a good sign." Dean said. They crept through the house; stopping in the second room, they could hear what sounded like panicked screams.
"You hear that?" They kicked open the next door; the sounds turned out to be coming from a television set; a family of three was seated on the couch, several days dead. Sam, Sabrina and Dean recoiled at the increased stench. "Oh, my god." Bobby entered through the other side of the room and also recoiled in horror. "Bobby, what the hell happened here?"
"I don't know."
"Check for sulfur." Dean said.
"Yeah."
The four of them investigates the room; Dean heard a noise out front and signaled to the others that he was going to go check it out. Bobby, and Sam and Sabrina, circled around the other direction.
Out front, Dean exited cautiously, gun drawn, and looked around. As he came around the house he was knocked to the ground by a man with a shotgun: Issac. His wife, Tamara, comes up behind him.
"Isaac? Tamara?" Bobby asked coming up from the other side.
"Bobby. What the hell are you doing here?" Tamara asked.
"I could ask the same." Bobby said.
"Heya, Bobby." Issac said.
"Hello. Bleeding here." Dean said raising an arm pitifully from the ground
ISAAC AND TAMARA'S PLACEDean was on the phone in the other room.
"Jenny! That is a beautiful name. That's my sister's name, actually."
"Honey? Where's the Palo Santo?" Isaac said.
"Well, where'd you leave it?" Tamara asked.
"I don't know, dear. That's why I'm asking."
"Palo Santo?" Sam asked
"It's holy wood, from Peru." Tamara said. "It's toxic to demons like holy water. Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them." She dug in a bag and pulled out a large, pointed stake. She handed it to Isaac with an affectionate smile.
"Thank you, dear."
"You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me."
"So, how long you two been married?" Sam asked.
"Eight years this past June."
"The family that slays together..."
"Right. I'm with you there. So, how'd you get started?" Sam asked. There was an awkward silence. "Oh,you know... I'm sorry. It's not - that's none of my business."
"It's - it's all right." Tamara said.
"Well, Jenny, if you look as pretty as you sound, then I'd love to have an appletini." Dean said finishing his phone call. He made a face. "Yeah. Call you." He hung up and addressed the group. "That was the coroner's tech."
"And?" Sam asked.
"Get this - that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up."
"But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away." Bobby said.
"What is this, a demon attack?" Sam asked.
"If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty." Bobby said.
"Well, what now? What should we do?" Dean asked.
"Uh, we're not gonna do anything." Isaac said.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"You guys seem nice enough, but this ain't "Scooby-doo," and we don't play well with others."
"Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together."
"No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place."
"No offense?" Dean asked.
"Isaac. Like you've never made a mistake." Tamara said admonishing.
"Oh yeah, yeah. Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though."
"All right. That's enough." Dean said.
"Guys, this isn't helping." Sam said quietly. "Dean –"
"Look, there are couple hundred more demons out there now." Isaac said. "We don't know where they are, when they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us - on all of us."
"Okay. that's quite enough testosterone for now." Tamara said pulling him away. They left the room.
Later, Bobby looked out the window, then shut the curtains. Out of the darkness beyond the house, a mysterious young woman, Ruby, stepped into the light. She stared at the house, calculating.
SHOP - DAY
The Redheaded man from earlier walked into a clothing shop. He approached a blonde woman.
"Excuse me."
"Yes?" He placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded towards a shoe display across the room.
"Those are...nice shoes." She looked over.
"Oh, yeah. They are nice." She approached the display, where a brunette woman was looking at a pair of green pumps. She stared at them covetously. "Those are nice shoes."
"Aren't they?"
"I want them."
"Sorry. Last pair." She took them and goes to the register; the blonde woman stared after her intensely.
OUTSIDE STORE – DAY
The blonde woman followed the Brunette woman, who was now carrying a shopping bag, out to her car.
"Excuse me. I want those shoes."
"What, are you crazy? No. What?" The blonde woman attacked, slamming the other woman's head into the windshield of her car. She cracked open her head and blood gushed out of her eye socket, staining the window. The blonde woman took the shopping bag and walked off, unconcerned.
STORE - DAY
Policemen were taking forensic evidence at the murder scene as Sam watched. He went into the store. Dean was chatting up a witness.
"What happened outside makes you realize how fragile life really is. You got to make every second count." Sam approached, clearing his throat. "Excuse me a minute, would you?"
"Sure." The witness said leaving.
"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked.
"I'm comforting the bereaved. What are you doing?"
"Workin'. Dead body, possible demon attack - that kind of stuff."
"Sam, I'm sorry." Dean said coughing pathetically. "It's just, I don't have much time left, and...got to make every second count."
"Yeah, right. All right. Sorry." Sam said chastened.
"Apology accepted." Bobby entered - in a suit. His hair was slicked back. Dean, Sabrina and Sam looked at him, impressed. "Whoa." Dean whistled. "Looking spiffy, Bobby. What were you,a g-man?"
"Attorney for the D.A.'s office. I just spoke to the suspect."
"Yeah? So, what do you think? Is she possessed or what?" Sam asked.
"Don't think so. There's none of the usual signs - no blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just, she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure; nothing."
"Maybe she's just some random whack job." Dean said.
"If it had been an isolated incident, maybe, but first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you boys find anything around here?"
"No sulfur, nothing." Sam said.
"Well, maybe something." He nodded to a security camera in the ceiling. "See? I'm working."
SECURITY ROOMSam was seated, watching the security footage, as Bobby, Dean and Sabrina hovered.
"Anything interesting?" Dean asked.
"I don't know yet. Might just be a guy..." Sam said. They watched the redheaded man approached the blonde woman. "Or it might be our guy."
STORE - DAYSam and Sabrina left and walked up the street, away from Bobby and Dean who went the other way. Sam had his hands in his pockets. Ruby, the mysterious young woman who had earlier watched the house, slipped onto the street several paced behind him and followed. Sam sensed that he was being followed, stopped, and turned. She was gone. Sabrina looked up and him and he shook his head before they kept walking.
BAR - NIGHT
Dean and Bobby were staking out a bar, sitting in Bobby's car. Bobby yawned.
"What time is it?" Bobby asked.
"Seven past midnight." Dean said.
"You sure this is the right place?"
"No. But I spent all day canvassing this stupid town with this guy's stupid mug, and, supposedly, he drinks at this stupid bar." There was a loud pounding on the window; Bobby and Dean both jumped. It was Sam, who grinned at their discomfort and slipped into the back seat along with Sabrina who was behind him. "That's not funny!"
"Yeah." Sam said. "Uh, all right, so - so, John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago."
"The night the Devil's Gate opened?" Dean asked.
"Yeah."
"So you think he's possessed?"
"It's a good bet. So, what, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?"
"Those demons that got out at the gate - they're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen." Bobby said.
"You mean the demons we let out?" Sam asked.
"Guys." Dean said seeing something. The redheaded man got out of his car and walked to the bar. "All right. Showtime."
"Wait a minute." Bobby said.
"What?"
"What did I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know for sure."
"Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?" Sam hit Dean's head and nodded to Sabrina who rolled her eyes and looked out the window.
"We're no good dead!" Bobby said. "And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is.
"Hey, Bobby, I don't think that's an option." Sam said.
"Why not?" Sam nodded, indicating another car that had just entered the lot: Isaac and Tamara got out and headed towards the bar.
"Damn it!" Sabrina blinked and Sam looked at her.
"Do you know who the demon is?" Aya gave him a look that said 'stupid question'.
"Silly Sammy, of course I know who it is." She said getting out of the car.
"Hey wait!" Dean said getting out. He grabbed her arm. She looked back at him, looking annoyed. "Gunna fill us in at least?" She gave him a look.
"Sweetie." She smiled.
BAR - NIGHTA woman put a song on the jukebox; the bartender slid a beer towards the redheaded man, who was sitting at the bar. At a table, a waitress set down drinks for Isaac and Tamara.
"Thanks a lot."
"You're welcome." Isaac pulled out a flask of holy water; Tamara eyed him. The redheaded man walked past them toward the bathroom. "Pull the car in back. We'll be right out."
"I love you."
"I know." As Isaac headed towards the bathroom, the bartender grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked. Tamara stood.
"I'm just hitting the head."
"No." He grabbed the flask of holy water and tossed it aside. "I mean, what do you think you're doing here?" His eyes flashed black; Tamara stood behind Isaac and they both recoiled in fear. "I don't like hunters in my bar." The hunters turned to see the waitress stalking towards them, and saw that the rest of the employees and patrons had turned towards them. The redheaded man walked back out of the bathroom. He and everyone else in the bar closed in around them; all had black demon-eyes. There was a loud pounding on the door and everyone turned towards it. It was Bobby and Dean slamming themselves against the door, trying to force it open.
"Man, you really walked into the wrong place." The redheaded man said.
"Hold on. I like the girl." The waitress said.
"Wish I had me a girl like that." The redheaded man said.
"I can think of about a thousand things I'd like to do to her."
"You're not gonna lay one filthy finger on her!" Isaac said.
"I got something for you." A plaid-shirt-guy said walking towards Isaac. He lifts a large bottle of drain cleaner, with his other arm on Isaac's shoulder. "Here. Have a drink on me, hmm?"
"Isaac?" Tamara asked panicked.
"On the house!" The redheaded man said.
"Isaac!" Tamara said, restrained by the waitress. Isaac took the bottle and began pouring its contents down his throat, as Tamara screamed in the background and the demons cackled wildly. "Isaac, no! Baby, please!"
Isaac drained the bottle, shaking, and dropped it to the floor. He gagged in agony, foamy liquid and blood bubbling out through his mouth. He choked and collapsed to the floor, dead.
"Oh, he's down!" The redheaded man said. He turned to Tamara. "All right, honey. Your turn!" Sudden the car was back into the bar. Bobby, Sam and Dean got out, armed with holy water, which they flung violently into the crowd of demons. They backed up and Sam grabbed Tamara, who was still screaming frantically for Isaac.
"Come on, we got to go! He's dead! Get in the car!" Sam said. Bobby got in the driver's seat and Aya helped put Tamara into the back with Sam. Sam saw Dean still immersed in the fight. "Dean, come on!" Dean had entered combat with the redheaded man; he opened the trunk just as he ran out of holy water; redheaded man grinned. Dean overpowered him and stuffed him in the trunk, which was still inscribed with a devil's trap. The redheaded man screamed when he saw it as Dean closed the trunk. Dean tumbled into the front seat of the car.
"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!"
ISAAC AND TAMARA'S - NIGHT
The redheaded man was tied to a chair under a devil's trap on the ceiling; Aya was standing watch a few feet away from the trap. In the next room, an argument was ongoing.
"...and I say we're going back - now!" Tamara said.
"Hold on a second." Sam said.
"I left my husband bloody on the floor!"
"Okay, I understand that, but we can't go back."
"Fine. Then you stay. But I'm heading back to that bar."
"I'll go with her." Dean said.
"It's suicide, Dean!"
"So what? I'm dead already!"
"How you gonna kill 'em? Can't shoot 'em. You can't stab 'em. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised!" Sam said.
"I don't care!" Tamara said.
"We don't even know how many of them there are!" Sam said.
"Yeah, we do." Bobby said entering. "There's seven. Do you have any idea who we're up against?" Aya walked in.
"No. Who?" Dean asked.
"The seven deadly sins." Aya said.
"Live and in the flesh!" Bobby said. Dean paused and grinned.
""What's in the box?!"" There was an awkward silence. "Brad pitt? "Se7en"? No?" Bobby tossed him a book. "What's this?"
""Binsfeld's classification of demons." In 1589, Binsfeld ID'd the seven sins - not just as human vices but as actual devils." Bobby said.
"The family - they were touched by Sloth. And the shopper..." Sam said.
"That's Envy's doing - the customer we got in the next room." Bobby said. "I couldn't suss it out at first, until Isaac. He was touched with an awful Gluttony."
"I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops! I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them!" Tamara said.
"We already did it your way." Bobby said. "You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium! We're talking medieval, dark ages! We've never faced anything close to this! So we are gonna take a breath..." Bobby said before shouting. "And figure out what our next move is!" After a moment he added quietly. "I am sorry for your loss." After another moment they all went into the other room.
DEMON-HOLDING ROOM"So you know who I am, huh?" Envy said chuckling.
"We do. We're not impressed." Bobby said.
"Why are you here? What are you after?" Sam asked.
"He asked you a question. What do you want?" Dean asked. Envy chuckled condescendingly; Dean opens a flask of holy water and splashes him.
"Ya! ohh! We already have what we want." He said. Aya nodded.
"It's a little obvious Dean." She said.
"What's that?" He asked.
"We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am legion, for we are many. So me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun."
"Fun?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Fun. See, some people crochet. Others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides... on their outside."
"I'm gonna put you down like a dog." Tamara said.
"Please." Envy said before laughing. "You really think you're better than me." He laughed again. "Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust. Ayami, sweetheart, don't get me started on you ooh or that cute little Sabrina." He whistled and Dean narrowed his eyes. "That Envy in that girl." He chuckled. "And Tamara. All that wrath. Ooh. tsk, tsk, tsk. It's the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago." Face twisted in anger, Tamara smacked him, hard, until Dean and Bobby pulled her back. "Aah! Whew!" He laughed. "My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins, man. We are natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny... greedy... hungry...violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too. The others - they're coming for me."
"Maybe. But they're not gonna find you... 'cause you'll be in hell." Dean said. Envy's smile faded. "Someone send this clown packing."
"My pleasure." Tamara said and began reading. "Exorcizamus te, Omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica..." As she continued, the others left and Envy screamed.
NEXT ROOM
"I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them." Bobby said.
"What does that mean?" Sam asked.
"I think maybe this joker's right. They're gonna be hunting us. And they're not gonna quit easy."
"You guys, why don't you take Tamara and head for the hills?" Dean asked. "I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time."
"You're insane, Dean. Just forget about it, okay?" Sam said.
"Sam's right." Bobby said.
"There's six of them, guys. We're out-manned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn." Dean said.
"Maybe, but there's no place to run that they won't find us." Bobby said.
"Look, if we're going down, we're going down together, all right?" Sam said.
"Then let's not make it easy for them." Dean said.
From the other room, Envy gave a final scream; the house shook and a gust blew out the candles. Tamara slammed the book shut and came into the other room.
"Demon's out of the guy." Tamara said.
"And the guy?" Sam asked.
"He didn't make it." She said coldly.
Dean was seated on the floor with a row of candles behind him, loading a shotgun. Sam was across the room filling flasks with holy water. He looked over at Dean, who was looking back at him. They watched each other silently for a moment until the lights began to flicker. They looked around. An old radio sparked to life, playing a scratchy tune.
"Here we go." Dean said cocking the shotgun and standing. Everyone looked out the window. Outside, a demon in Isaac's body approached.
"Tamara! Tamara! Tamara! Tamara! Help me! please! Tamara! I got away, but I'm hurt bad! I need help!"
"It's not him." Bobby said to her. "It's one of those demons. It's possessing his corpse." He pounded on the door.
"Baby! Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore... At that lake in Michigan. Remember? We swore we would never leave each other!"
"How did he know that?" She sobbed.
"Steady, Tamara." Bobby said.
"Demons can get memories, it's not him." Aya said.
"You just gonna leave me out here? You just gonna let me die?! I guess that's what you do, dear! Like that night those things came to our house... came for our daughter! You just let her die, too."
"You son of a bitch!"
"Tamara, no!" Bobby shouted. She pushed the door open, breaking the salt line, and tackled 'Isaac' down the steps. She landed on top of him and raised the Palo Santo,
"You're not Isaac!" She plunged the wood deep into his chest; it sizzled, and he screamed.
"Aya go to the boys, now!" Bobby pushed her towards the stairs. She quickly ran up. Soon after the other six demons crossed the broken salt line and entered the house. All but one went up the stairs. One, an overweight middle-aged guy, cornered Bobby, who backed up slowly. He stalked Bobby confidently, smiling, until he stopped as if he'd run into an invisible wall. He looked around, confused. He was under another ceiling-devil's-trap. He looked at Bobby, pleading. Bobby smiled. "Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son."
In another hallway, Dean was cornered by the waitress, Lust. They fought; she advanced on him.
Meanwhile, Bobby began reading the exorcism for sloth, the demon he had trapped.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus Spiritus, omnis satanica..."
Dean was backed into the bathroom.
"I suppose you're Lust."
"Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be."
"Just stay back."
"Or what?"
"Good point."
"I'm not gonna hurt you - not yet. Not unless you want me to." She ran a hand along his shoulder; he looked down at her, then fell into her embrace. They kissed passionately.
Upstairs, a demon kicked a door in clear across the room. Sam looked around as the demon - a young man in a business suit - entered.
"Here's Johnny!"
He advanced confidently as Sam backed up; then stopped, holding up a hand to hold back the two demons, Gluttony and Wrath, flanking him. He looked up to the devil's trap on the ceiling and smirked.
"Come on. You really think something like that is gonna fool someone like me? I mean, me?"
"Let me guess - you're Pride." Sam said. Pride grinned and gestured to the ceiling. A long splitting crack appears, destroying the symbol.
"The root of all sin. And you... are Sam Winchester. That's right. I've heard of you. We've all heard of you. The prodigy. The boy king. Looking at you now, I got to tell you, don't believe the hype. You think i'm gonna bow to a cut-rate, piss-poor human like you? I have my pride, after all. And now with your yellow-eyed friend dead, I guess I don't really have to do a damn thing, now do I? You're fair game now, boy, and it's open season."
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Dean was backing up, still snogging Lust, until he hit a shower curtain. In one move he flipped them around, pulled open the shower curtain, and plunged her face-first into the bathtub. It was filled with holy water; she screamed in agony.
Aya ran towards the room Sam and the other demons were in. She stopped and whirled around as Ruby swung down a knife at her.
"We're on the same side you bloody idiot!" She said pushing her away. "Watch where you aim that thing!" Ruby put the knife away. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to save one of two other idiots." She turned to go into the room when Ruby pushed her back, down the stairs, and ran ahead. Aya tumbled to the bottom and lay on the floor at the bottom, looking back up. "Seriously?!"
Upstairs, Pride knocked Sam to the ground, then pulled him up with an arm wrapped around his throat and began strangling him. Ruby appeared, a knife strapped to her right thigh. She pulled the knife out, gritted her teeth, and slashed the throat of the first demon, Gluttony. Fiery light appeared in the cut, and he went down - dead.
"You!" Greed, the second demon said. She turned to the second demon, who punched her twice, then plunged the knife upwards into its chin. It also went down. Pride let Sam go to tackle Ruby; Sam pulled him away and punched him in the face, putting him right into the path of Ruby's knife. She plunged it upward into his chin, and he collapsed in a shower of sparks and demonic energy.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm the girl that just saved your ass."
"Well, I just saved yours, too." He said. She chuckled.
"See you around, Sam." She said before walking out.
"Wait!" He went into the hall to follow her, but she was already gone. Instead he saw Aya. "Who was that?"
"I don't know but when I see her again I'm gunna bloody smack her.
The next morning, Sam and Dean piled the corpses of the demons that didn't survive into a shallow pit and began pouring salt and fuel over them. Several yards away, Tamara was standing in front of another pyre: Isacc's.
"Think she's gonna be all right?" Sam asked.
"No. Definitely not." Dean said. Bobby came out of the house, looking exhausted. "Well, you look like hell warmed over."
"You try exorcising all night and see how you feel."
"Any survivors, Bobby?" Sam asked.
"Well, the pretty girl and the heavy guy, they'll make it. Lifetime of therapy bills ahead, but, still..."
"That's more than you can say for these poor bastards." Dean said.
"Bobby, that knife - what kind of blade can kill a demon?" Sam asked.
"Yesterday, I would have said there was no such thing."
"I'm just gonna ask it again - who was that masked chick?" Dean asked. "Actually, the more troubling question would be, "how come a girl can fight better than you?""
"Three demons, Dean. At once."
"Hey, whatever it takes to get you through the night, pal." He looked at Aya. "Where were you, anyway?"
"I was going to help Sammy but the 'masked chick' almost stabbed me and pushed me down the stairs."
"Is Sabrina okay?" Dean asked.
"Sprained ankle and fractured wrist, healing as we speak." She said.
"If you want a troubling question, I got one for you." Sam said.
"What's that?"
"If we let out the seven deadly sins, what else did we let out?"
"You're right. That is troubling." Dean lit a matchbook and tossed it onto the pyre.
LATER
The bonfires had settled down and everyone prepared to leave.
"See you gents around." Tamara said
"Tamara? The world just got a lot scarier. Be careful." Bobby said.
"You too." She got in her car and took off.
"Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same." Bobby said.
"You got it." Dean said.
"Wait, Bobby. We can win this war, right?" Sam asked.
"Catch you on the next one." Bobby said after a long pause, not answering the question.
"So, where to?" Dean asked as the three walked to the car.
"Uh, I don't know. I was thinking Louisiana maybe." Sam said.
"Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Listen, I was talking to Tamara, and she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your - with your demon deal."
"Nah."
""Nah"? What does that mean, "nah"?"
"Sam, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal. It's a goose chase."
"We don't know that."
"Yes, we do. Forget it. She can't help. We're not going, and that's that. What about Reno, huh?"
"You know what? I've had it. I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and...I don't care anymore."
"That didn't last long."
"Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?"
"It's not like that."
"Then what's it like, dean?"
"Sam –"
"Please, tell me."
"We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? You die. Okay? You die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me god, I'm gonna stop you." Sam sighed.
"How could you make that deal, Dean?"
"'Cause I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it."
"So, what, now Bri and I live and you die?"
"That's the general idea, yeah." Dean went to walk away but Sam walked around to stop him.
"Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me. What you did was selfish."
"Yeah, you're right. It was selfish. But I'm okay with that."
"I'm not."
"Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled. Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel."
"It's hellfire, Dean."
"Whatever. You're alive, I feel good - for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, Sam. I'd like to make the most of it. So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?" He smiled and walked around him.
"You're unbelievable."
"Very true." Dean said with a smile and got into the car. Sam and Aya got in and they drove off.
Next one will NOT be out tomorrow, I still need to work on the second chapter, instead of working on this book over the weekend I was catching up on my Chem homework to raise my grade (I'm failing cause she only hands out worksheets she doesn't actually teach us anything.)