Is This Even Possible?

Finally

Chapter Eighteen

Finally

March 12th, 2014 - Topeka, Kansas - 12:10 AM

Dean turned off his engine and turned to Sam who was looking intently out the window, for his thoughts had overcome him.

They had left the Winchester home around 10:00 PM and had got there around 11:00 PM. They now were at the local church, setting up base in there. The one place that Azazel could not get them, since it was holy ground.

They put salt over the doorways and windows and loaded up all the weapons. Dean scrambled through his bag until he came to the only two weapons he wanted.

The demon knife, which he has Ruby to thing immensely for. And the Colt. How they hadn't of lost the damn thing was a surprise but they only had two bullets left.

Dean yelled Sam's name and threw the Colt at him. Sam grabbed the gun and looked at Dean shocked before nodding his head.

He understood what Dean was trying to say. If you have the chance, kill the son of a bitch as fast as you can.

The next thirty minutes were spent drawing devil traps on the ground in front of any window, doorway, or entrance at all. By one in the morning, all the traps were set. Dean and Sam stood back to back in the middle of the church, knowing that sooner or later, Azazel could come in, no matter if it was holy ground or not.

Around two hours later, the expected happened. The ground started shaking, and the windows started to become black. Dean's hand tightened on the demon knife and shotgun filled with salt that he had in his right hand and watched Sam's hands do the same to the Colt and an ordinary gun.

The doors bust open and demons blew the salt away with a flick of their hand. The next second, the demons were rushing in, left and right, through the doors and windows and it was a huge fight. Half of the demons got caught in a devil's trap somewhere in the building. The other half side-stepped the traps and went straight for Dean, not even paying attention to Sam.

While Dean was in the middle of being punched, and stabbing a few demons, Sam grabbed his phone and started the exorcism on his phone. Most demons stopped and grabbed their ears, reaching for the phone, trying to turn it off but Sam held it above his head and shot the few demons who tried to reach for it.

By the end of the exorcism, 30 demons had been exorcised. A good twenty of them remained though, and they stared at them with beady black eyes.

Dean knew they were powerful if they weren't exorcised with a simple Latin incantation.

Dean threw his hand up as the remained demons who surged at them and reached within his core and felt the demon blood within him and opened his eyes at the demons in front of him and pushed them into a wall. He pulled the demon's soul out of the remaining demons, all twenty of them, and sent their souls back to Hell.

Dean would have fell to the floor when he dropped his hand if Sam wasn't there to catch him.

He heard Sam yelling in his ear but he didn't understand anything he was saying.

Dean let his head down for a minute before picking his head back up and wiping the blood trail from his nose away.

"-you okay? DEAN!" Sam's voice sounded in his ear.

"I'm okay. I'm okay. Let me up." Dean muttered before pathetically standing up.

It was silent. Too silent. Then a pair of golden eyes stood out from the darkness.