Flightless Bird (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Break your bonds or reform them? (5)

"Hey boys, what's shaking?" I couldn't control the words coming out of my mouth but I could see my reflection. My eyes were black.

I jumped inside myself but whoever or whatever was controlling my body had no intention of handing it back over.

"Get out of her! Now!" Dean yells.

"I always liked it when you were bossy." I said. "Seriously, it turns me on." I cringed. What was I saying? To my left, I could hear Sam chanting an exorcism incantation. "You seriously think that's going to work?" I asked him. He didn't stall or stutter, just continued flat out and determined. "I'll let you try it anyway." When he had finished, there was no sign of this demon even being bothered by it. Everyone was shocked. "You done?" I threw my hand up. Sam went flying, hitting the window and breaking threw onto the other side. I gasped but couldn't stop myself. Dean and Castiel were armed now, ready to fight me off.

"Come on, hit me with your best shot." Dean taunted.  I raised a brow as Dean charged towards me, throwing punches that I was dodging easily until I was stabbed with a demon blade,  right in wrist. I heard myself squeal and boy was the pain real. 

"Dean, Stop it!" Sam yelled. I snapped to the door and he had already made his recovery. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the pane. I looked back to Dean who was at this time distracted with Sam's outburst and threw him back. His back crushed the drywall and I was manicly laughing. I was scaring myself and now, Castiel was up to bat.

I easily disarmed him and stuck him with his own angel blade. I shuddered on the inside, but most certainly not on the out.  I looked and Sam was basically the only one left.  Please no. I begged but Sam was starting towards me.

"Scarlett, I know you're in their." He said and I began laughing. He knew I was inside the shell that had been took over and now? Now he was trying to get me back.

"You're cute. No wonder she likes you so much." 

"You can fight it, Scar." As he said it, my hands were on his shirt collar and he thrown against the wall. I held him there, taking a blade from my back pocket and holding against his neck. My head throbbed and my limbs ached...but most of all, it was my heart. That hurt the most.

"She has so much left to tell you guys. About hell." I was running the blade up Sam's neck and he was pulling away as best he could. Finally, I dropped him and turned in the other direction. Castiel was holding his side and breathing heavily. "Even if she doesn't remember it, I do. I'll admit though, she has a lot of blank spots." I spun again and Sam was staring me down. I was panicking now, trying to take control of my body once more as I watch Sam's vision shift to the left. 

"Sam, don't just stand there!" Dean's voice was hoarse but stern. He looked at me, torn. I struggled with what was left to do. I've never been possessed let alone over come a possession. Suddenly, I watched him draw his pocket knife and venture towards me.

In that moment I was flashing in and out of reality. From hell to present time.

I thought it looked familiar, now I know why.

I kept being sucked into memories of ruthless torture. Sam manically torturing me. Enjoying every second, indulging in my pain. 

And suddenly, I could feel everything. I could see everything clearly. I was back.

"Stop!" I scream as he raises it above me. "Sammy, stop it! I'm back under control!" I protest, backing away from him until I hit the wall. He doesn't stop and my heart is pounding. I look around frantically and he just continues closer, a regretful look on his face.

"I want you to know," I begin, hands trembling. "if I can't get her out, I love you. I always have and always will." He stopped for a moment, lowering his guard. "I love you Sam Winchester."