Hunted c.m • spn

five

"I'm not gonna ask you again. What do you know?" Dean says and Hotch just stared at him. Saying he knew nothing was useless and trying to convince him he wasn't possessed was impossible. His delusions were too severe. So no matter what Hotch did he was kinda at loss. "Dean, how do you know I'm possessed? What make you so sure?" Hotch asks calmly and water is splashed in his face again and he winced as it burned at his eyes.

"That's how I know." Dean says and Hotch squeezed his eyes, trying to rid of the salt. "Salt burns. If you throw salt water at someones face they're gonna react." Hotch says, slightly fed up. This was the 5th time he's had salty water thrown into his eyes. Oh no, not salt water "holy water". "No, if you throw holy water at a demon, they're gonna react." Dean says and as if to prove his point, he took some and tossed it at Sam. He didn't react much and Hotch could only assume the poor boy had to deal with that so much that he's used to it.

"Why possess an FBI agent hm? You just knew it'd be harder for us to get to you. Or well, you thought right?" Dean asks and Hotch stared in disbelief. He's seen a lot in his time and boy, he's never seen someone so delusional. Deep down people usually know that their delusions aren't really real but they can't help but think they are, but these guys are dead set. "You don't wanna talk? Okay. Hard way it is then." Dean says, turning and grabbing the salt off the window sill.

"Dean what're you doing?" Hotch hears Sam whisper and Dean replied with a "Watch and learn, Sammy" and Hotch felt his heart catch in his throat. This can't be good. "How can I prove to you that I'm not possessed Dean? I wanna work this out." Hotch says, making sure to keep his tone of voice calm despite wanting to beat the bloody hell out of both of these assholes. "This will prove everything. You don't believe the holy water is what's making you react? Okay, this will." Dean says and grabs the holy water off the table as well.

Hotch hoped that the salt was not gonna go in his eyes. Seriously, his eyes were sore from the "holy water" being splashed in his face repeatedly already. Being blind didn't sound too pleasant. Dean started walking towards him and Hotch wanted to scream at him to back the hell off but he kept a straight face as Dean smiled a sickly smile. "Open your mouth." Dean demands and Hotch looked at the salt and then back at Dean's face. God that's probably worse then the eyes. Hotch clenched his jaw, lightly shaking his head no. Dean grabbed his face and tried forcing his mouth open and when that didn't work he got pissed off.

"Sam." Dean says and before Hotch could react he felt a pain go through his arm causing him to wince, relaxing his jaw enough for Dean to get his mouth open. Hotch glanced over at Sam and saw him holding a knife. What the fuck. Before he could react he felt salt being poured in his mouth and he struggled against the restraints, trying not to gag. It kinda almost felt like the salt was hardening in his throat as it mixed with saliva and before he could even try to push it out, the "holy water" followed after and Dean stepped back, like he was waiting for something to happen

The taste of the salt was overwhelming and he felt light headed. Then Hotch felt it as his stomach lurched and he turned his head, throwing up. Hotch could hear Dean laughing and it only made him throw up more, disgusted. "You son of a bitch." Hotch says while coughing, grimacing as the taste of bile and salt invaded his tastebuds. "Yeah my Dad was quite the bitch. Why are you possessing an FBI agent and why are you investigating us huh?" Dean says and Hotch kept coughing and spitting, trying to rid the awful taste of his mouth.

"Okay, still not talking?" He hears Dean ask and he hurriedly looked up, still coughing a bit. "I'm not possessed Dean. I know you can't believe that, and that's not your fault. It's your Dad's." Hotch says and Dean's face hardened. "I know what he put you through. How you had to protect your little brother. From a monster." Hotch says and Dean clenched the bottle of "holy water" in his hands and it spilled over, dripping onto the ground. Sam furrowed his eyebrows, confused on why Dean was squeezing the bottle so hard.