Sammy's Plaything

Chapter 3

 

Finally after two days of drinking and searching, Bobby had come through. The Yellow-Eyed demon had a name, Azazel. As near as Bobby and Dean had been able to figure based on recent demon activity, around Wyoming that spread rapidly to surrounding areas the demon's headquarters were likely to be on the outskirts of Carson City, Nevada.

 

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Sam was definitely feeling the sharp sting of guilt now that he had personally set some 200 miscellaneous demons free. It only assuaged his guilt a little to know that demons had originally been human souls turned twisted and dark from centuries of torture in the pit. The demons did seem to be bound by his orders and while they were not pleased with the new rules, none had yet disobeyed him.

 

Azazel had set Sam to more intensive training to hone his skills. Apparently defeating a ghost town of super demon blood charged peers wasn't enough proof of his prowess. Sam soon found that he was mastering his telekinesis and he had added pyrokinesis to his arsenal as well.

 

Sam wasn't sure that the Yellow-Eyed demon was taking his ideas about a gentler demonkind seriously. Azazel just didn't seem that into his plans for a brave new world. Already Sam was beginning to consider exorcising Yellow Eyes. He could sense that his newfound powers might be of some help in that regard.

 

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Dean couldn't believe he was flipping through a real estate magazine for information on a demon stronghold, but he had long given up hope that his life would ever make sense. He still couldn't understand what possible reason his little brother could have for joining the forces of darkness. In the hours after Sammy had been snatched by the Yellow-Eyed demon, all Dean could think about was getting him back and taking Sam away from this lonely hunter lifestyle.

 

He had a hard time believing that his little brother was ready to cut him out of his life forever and go against everything Dean had taught him about right and wrong. But it wasn't like Sam hadn't left him before, Sam had left him for college and he had tried to leave him again to find dad himself. Dean had almost died that second time and it wasn't just because a possessed scarecrow had nearly made mincemeat of him. Dean didn't know what to do without Sam. There was no way he was facing the rest of his life without his whiny little brother. Even if that same brother had tried to shoot him a couple of times. It was all water under the bridge. He could forgive this too as long as he got Sammy back.