Revenge of The Fallen (Crossover)

The Climax

Third Person Pov:
Dean usually wasn't nervous when it came to demons. He knew how to exorcise them, and he knew how to kill them. But this? This was different.

Unlike the previous night, the door to the house was closed, but still unlocked, which was usually a bad sign. 

Sam and Dean looked around, pointing their guns, just in case something tried to jump them. The house seemed all clear, until they heard a muffled screaming coming from a door next to the back hallway.

They checked the door; it was locked. Sam gave Dean a look seeking confirmation. Dean returned with a look that said yes. So, Sam kicked the door open, and as they looked down the stairs, they saw him. Pete Wentz, tied up in a basement.

While Sam descended straight down the stairs to help Pete out of this situation, Dean muttered out a "Jesus" before following his brother to help.

"Guys, it's a trap!" They heard him scream after Sam took off the tape over his mouth, kneeling down to work on his arms. "It's a-" He trailed off before he finished, and looked ahead, eyes filled with fear. The brothers turned around, with the same look of fear growing in their eyes.

"Hello, boys." They heard a voice call from the darkness. Piercing yellow eyes gazed at them. It was time, but they were ready.

Before anyone could move, Azazel thrust his arm out, pinning both Sam and Dean to the back wall. Pete still couldn't move that much because they didn't quite get to his legs in time. But Pete found that he could slowly start unwinding the tape. Better hurry, he thought. Before anyone else gets hurt because of me.

Azazel didn't notice, however. He was too caught up with the Winchesters. "That felt good." He sneered, popping his neck and walking towards the brothers. He looked them both up, like he was picking out which sandwich he wanted from the lunch line.

"Dean." He started, looking at the older brother. "Back in the flesh, I see? Let me guess, it was Castiel who was the schmuck that dragged you out of Hell."

"Shut up!" Dean snapped, struggling as hard as he could against Azazel's power. But the demon was too strong.

"Aw, getting all defensive over our boyfriend, are we?" Azazel teased, tightening his hold just a little.

"You son of a bitch." Dean snarled. For that, Azazel tightened his hold even more, making Dean groan in pain.

"You know, that insult gets real old after about, what, the 100th time you've called me that?" He snapped back.  He was getting angry now.

"I never really liked you Dean." He stated, inching closer. "You're too, reckless. Trigger happy. Sometimes I wish I had gone to Hell with you, just to have watched you suffer." He hissed, his voice poisonous as his hold became so tight every part of Dean's body was in pain.

"HEY!" Was the shout they heard. Azazel turned to his right side. It was Sam. "Leave him alone! It's me you want, isn't it?"

Azazel's grip softened along with his gaze. "Sam." He said in an almost hypnotic tone.

"It's actually good to see you to be honest." He said, walking over to him. "And, I'm not mad at you, exactly. It's more of a feeling of, disappointment. I'm really disappointed in you, Sammy."

Azazel was right up to Sam now. His piercing yellow eyes gazed up at him, straight into his soul.

"I could have given you everything." He hissed. "A title, a position, a place of power, a throne!"

"Yeah, in Hell?" Sam responded as calmly as he could. "No. I didn't choose that road."

Azazel just laughed. "You're a really bad liar, Sammy. Cause I can feel it. I can feel the blood rushing through your veins. It sure as hell isn't yours, and it sure isn't mine. I'm surprised your brain let me pin you against the wall."