Dean's fingers tightened around the grip for a moment longer, then he forced himself to breathe and lowered the gun to his side.
"Sam," Dean said, voice firm but not raised. "Look at me."
Sam did, his expression still shaken.
"Do you remember coming here?" Dean asked. "Do you remember picking up that knife?"
Sam swallowed. "No. I don't. I swear, Dean, I don't remember any of this."
"Alright," Dean said slowly, thinking through it. "Last thing you remember?"
"The motel," Sam replied. "Going to sleep."
Dean nodded once, processing.
Sirens wailed louder in the distance, bouncing off the brick walls.
Dean glanced briefly toward the sound, then back at Sam.
"Okay," he said, practical and focused now. "We're not figuring this out in an alley next to a dead body. So we're gonna move. You stick with me. No wandering off."
***
Later in the motel room, Sam sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his hands pressed to his head. He hadn't said much since the alley. Dean stood near the table, arms crossed, watching him carefully without making it obvious.
The door opened and Henry stepped in. He looked at Sam, then at Dean. Dean had already told him what happened.
"Dean. One minute," Henry said quietly.
Dean nodded once and stepped outside with him.
They moved a few feet away from the motel door.
"Dean," Henry said under his breath, "I think Sam is possessed."
Dean's head was still spinning from what he'd seen in that alley. Possession hadn't even occurred to him yet.
"If that's true," Dean muttered darkly, "I'll smoke that son of a bitch myself."
The motel door suddenly creaked open.
Both of them turned.
Sam stood in the doorway.
His eyes were completely black.
"Well," he said calmly, stepping inside, "cat's out of the bag."
Dean barely had time to react before Sam grabbed him by the collar and hurled him backward into the room. Dean crashed into the small table and slammed against the wall before hitting the floor.
The demon turned its attention to Henry.
Henry had been ready the moment he spoke his suspicion. He pulled a flask from inside his jacket and flung holy water straight at Sam's face.
A sharp hiss filled the room as smoke rose from burning skin.
"Ahhhh—" Sam screamed, staggering back a step.
Henry didn't hesitate. He splashed holy water again across Sam's face and chest, forcing him deeper into the room while stepping inside himself and kicking the door shut behind him.
"Dean, read the exorcism!" Henry shouted.
Dean rolled onto his side, reached for the duffel bag, and pulled out the worn book. He flipped to the page and began reading the Latin exorcism aloud, his voice rising over the chaos.
The demon snarled, clutching at its head as the words began to take effect.
Henry lifted the flask for another splash—
A ceramic vase smashed against his wrist.
The flask flew from his hand and shattered against the floor.
"You Winchesters are always annoying," the demon growled through Sam's mouth, black eyes gleaming. "Two was already a headache. I don't need a third on the board."
Henry took a step back instinctively.
The demon was suddenly in front of him.
A hand clamped around his throat and lifted him off the ground. His back hit the wall hard, and his legs kicked helplessly in the air as the grip tightened.
"Let go of me, you demon son of a bitch," Henry choked out, clawing at Sam's wrist.
Dean's voice grew louder, the Latin flowing faster as he continued the exorcism.
The demon's head snapped toward him.
With a violent motion, Sam hurled Henry across the room.
Henry slammed into Dean, knocking the book from his hands as both of them hit the motel floor hard.
The demon stood over them, straightening Sam's body as if adjusting a suit.
"You know," it said through Sam's mouth, voice smooth and mocking, "you two are fascinating. I thought I'd have to force the issue—make you watch him kill someone else. Make you pull the trigger yourself."
It tilted Sam's head slightly.
"But you keep refusing to kill your brother. Stubborn."
Henry groaned, rolled onto his side, and forced himself up despite the ache in his ribs.
Dean pushed himself to his knees and looked up at Sam, fury replacing shock.
"You black-eyed son of a bitch," Dean snapped, reaching for the fallen book. "Get out of my brother."
The demon smiled faintly.
"Today," it said evenly, "either you die… or Sam does. And if you hesitate again, Dean, you'll regret that moment for the rest of your life."
A knife lifted off the table behind them as if pulled by an invisible hand. It floated for half a second, then shot straight toward Sam's waiting grip.
The demon caught it smoothly.
Its black eyes shifted to Henry.
"I wonder how Sammy would feel," it said, almost thoughtfully, "if I made him kill your cousin with his own hands. He worries about you, you know. Sometimes he even questions whether dragging you into this mess was the right thing."
Henry felt his stomach drop.
Fantastic. I'm the emotional leverage.
"Why the hell am I the main course here," he muttered under his breath.
Sam's body moved.
The knife came straight for Henry's stomach.
Henry reacted on instinct.
'Super strength.'
He surged forward instead of back and caught Sam's wrist mid-thrust. The blade sliced across his palm, drawing blood, but it didn't go deeper. Using the brief window, Henry twisted hard and drove his shoulder into Sam's chest, forcing the demon off balance.
He wrenched the knife free and stepped behind Sam in one smooth motion, locking both of Sam's arms in a tight hold, pinning them across his chest.
Dean didn't hesitate.
He grabbed the book and resumed the exorcism, voice loud and steady, the Latin cutting through the room.
The demon snarled and thrashed in Henry's grip. Sam's body convulsed as the words hit, smoke beginning to rise faintly from his skin.
But the demon wasn't done.
With a burst of force, it jerked free, slamming its head backward into Henry's face. Stars exploded in Henry's vision before he could react. The demon spun and drove both hands into Henry's chest.
Henry flew across the room and hit the wall full force.
The impact cracked the cheap motel plaster, and he dropped to the floor, breath knocked out of him.
Dean didn't stop. His voice grew louder, the Latin steady and sharp.
Sam's head snapped back as the demon screamed through him. The black in his eyes flickered under the force of the exorcism.
Henry pushed himself up, chest aching, and grabbed the fallen vial of holy water. He stepped forward and threw it directly onto Sam.
The water hit.
Smoke burst from Sam's body as the demon shrieked. Dean reached the final lines of the exorcism, his voice cutting through the room.
Black smoke poured from Sam's mouth, twisting upward before vanishing.
Sam's body went limp and collapsed to the floor.
Dean rushed forward immediately, dropping to his knees beside him and checking his pulse with shaking fingers. Relief crossed his face when he felt a steady beat.
"You okay?" Dean asked, but his eyes shifted toward Henry, who had taken the worst of it.
Henry was sitting against the wall, one hand pressed to his ribs. He spat blood onto the carpet and winced when he tried to straighten.
"Definitely not," Henry muttered. "I think I need a long bed rest."
[Congratulations. One Demon Exorcised.]
[Reward Granted: 10 Supernatural Points.]
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