With a demon tied to a chair, with a devils trap on the ceiling, Sam and Dean were feeling pretty good about their recent hunt.
"Let me try this one more time," Dean said with a smirk, "What do you want with us now?" The demon chuckled and Deans reaction was punching it.
"Oh, you wish you could kill me don't you? But see, my job can still be done, even in this stupid trap". At once, the demon satrted reciting latin, which the Winchesters reacted to quickly. Sam went to work on exorcising the demon and Dean walked towards the demon again to shut it up. But both were quickly thrown back by the demons power. Dean slowly opened his eyes and found the demon was looking at Sam while reciting the latin.
"Shit", Dean whispered. He knew no good was going to come out of the for Sam (and in the long run, Dean knew he'd be the one trying to fix the mess). But as he got up, the demon finished. It's head turned towards Dean, smiled, and opened it's hosts mouth, black smoke racing out. There was nothing left to do but check on Sam.
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