A Pointed Journey (Book 1 Arrow/SPN Crossover)

Battles That Bring Shadows Part 3

Oliver drove by the warehouse and immediately saw things had changed. There were chains on the doors, no guards to be seen. He took a risk and rode the bike down the east side alley in between this warehouse and the next. The outside stairs had been blocked off with rubble stacked a quarter of the way up and it looked like they had added reinforcement on the windows. As he slowed the bike to turn back onto the street he heard low chanting coming from inside the building. "Have they started the ritual already? " He thought. He hoped all the kids were still alive but he had to change plans now. As he started turning out into the street he heard a child scream, a long drawn out horrifying scream that was suddenly silenced. He gunned the engine in a fit of rage and parked a few streets away. He slammed up the faceplate on his helmet and pushed the earpiece to talk.

"We are changing plans immediately. They have holed up, locked the doors, reinforced the windows and started the ritual. Sam and Dean, you are ramming those trucks into the building and turning on both the front nozzles and the ones that open out the the sides. Felicity when are you getting here? "

"Be there in five," she replied.

"Right. John you pull the box truck up behind the truck Dean is bringing in through the south entrance, I'll ride the bike in behind Sam. Felicity, I want you to pull the rescue truck in behind us on the north where Sam and I are. Get it as close to the water as you can. We aren't waiting for you to finish that circle before we start. We need to stop this now. John start that recording in two minutes, Sam and Dean close in now. Everyone clear? "

He got affirmative replies from everyone. He slammed the faceplate back down, took the helmet off, pulled the sweats off, strapped the bow and quiver across his back and put the helmet back on. Dean's voice came over the earpieces. "Arrow, remember the people are possessed. They are being forced to watch this helplessly as something else controls them.”

Oliver took a deep breath. "Understood and thank you for the reminder. " He pushed his rage away and waited. All of sudden he heard Sam's voice reciting something in Latin growing nearer and nearer. He felt the vibrations of the sound in his bones. That was some serious DJ equipment, he hoped Dig would be able to hear when he got out of the truck. Dig must have decided to pull in closer so he could run to help the Winchesters faster. Oliver saw a pumper truck pull around the corner, turn towards the building and accelerate. He gunned the engine of the bike, his plan was to ride the bike around the truck as it smashed into the building, pull in and start shooting arrows. Hopefully he could keep his balance through the water. He had to time it right to pass through the water before it hit full speed. As he pulled closer to the building he could hear a different kind of scream, it seemed the exorcism was having it's desired effect. Sam rammed the truck through the wall, Oliver slipped in past it and Sam turned on the water.

Sam had decided to aim the nozzle higher and make a rain of holy water. He figured that way there would be less chance of hitting the kids or any of them getting knocked over when the fighting started. The truck Dean was driving slammed through the wall on the other side of the building. Apparently Dean had come to the same conclusion as Sam. Holy water rained down, Sam was horrified with what he saw. It hit him so hard a wave of nausea washed through him. He and Dean had seen plenty of violence, torture and abuse in their time as hunters but this eclipsed all of it.

There were five makeshift altars in the center of the floor and there was a naked child on each one. Designs and symbols had been cut into the flesh of the children, blood was everywhere, more blood soaked symbols covered the floors and the walls. The rest of the kids were cowering in the cages. The demons, many of them were naked with symbols drawn in blood on their faces and chests stood in a circle around the altars and cages. One demon stood over each child with a knife, carving the symbols into their flesh. Many of the demons had started writhing in agony at the sound of the exorcism and all of them had started smoking when the holy water started hitting them. There were about twenty who were smoking but not reacting to the exorcism.