Purgatory Line

"can i borrow your gun? i swear i'll only use it once."

"can i borrow your gun? i swear i'll only use it once." - borrow your gun - caleb hurst

content warnings: graphic descriptions of violence & blood & slight torture, mention of death, described death, descriptions of physical/mental/emotional abuse, mentions of parental death, in depth descriptions of guns and knives, religious overtones

Jude aimed her pistol at Desmond, even when he tsked at her. There was something off about him but Jude couldn't figure it out. He didn't look meaner than usual, and he wasn't treating her any different than usual - except for working with demons, apparently, and kidnapping three children. "What's the deal, Desmond?" She cocked her head, "What the fuck is happenin'?"

"The hint was a ruse, Jude." Desmond snarled, walking in a wide arc toward her. "You really are fucking stupid." From thin air Molly appeared, stumbling to the floor. She looked up at Jude, but then at Desmond. Molly tried to scream, but Desmond's hand came up and she stopped moving. Jude shuffled forward, her eyes hard and her gun still trained on her stepfather. Her trigger finger twitched.

"What are you doin' to her? How in the sam hell are you doin' it?" Jude demanded, doing her best to keep her voice steady. She looked at Molly out of the side of her eyes and began grinding her jaw. Molly still wasn't moving, and it didn't look like she was breathing, either. "Stop, Desmond, what the fuck are you doin'?" He snorted, and with his other hand he waved it toward the ground underneath Molly. Symbols appeared underneath her, looking strange but somehow familiar to Jude, and then Molly seemed to be able to move once more. She lunged toward Jude, but crashed into an invisible wall. The girls shared one moment of panic and eye contact before Desmond spoke again, drawing Jude's attention and hard stare.

"We're all gathered here today," Desmond's voice echoed off the high ceiling as he extended his arms for the most dramatic effect, "To witness the demise of two abominations. Two creatures that should not exist but defy all laws of God and have found a way to live." The lights flickered and the ground below Jude shifted quickly. She fell off balance and tried to move past Desmond to Lear, but her stepfather shoved her by the shoulder to the hard ground. Jude stumbled but didn't fall wholly. When she pushed back to her feet she noticed a circle, much like the one Molly was stuck in, surrounded her. It looked different, didn't feel as familiar to her.

Jude clenched what felt like every muscle in her body and raised her gun toward Desmond again.

Then she heard someone scream through a gag, wild and desperate, and then two ignitions of flame. Heat flooded the room and she flinched, the ground titling once more. Jude turned around to find most of the demons gone and Desmond standing between Sam and Dean, who were tied to chairs; both men were bound to them and gagged. Jude's breath caught in her throat when she saw Gabriel and Castiel behind them, both standing in rings of fire. Neither angels seemed to be able to speak. Desmond looked absolutely delighted at the look on Jude's face as she processed what was happening.

"Isn't this a treat? The last of the Winchesters, here together with all of their little pets." He clapped once, and stepped between Sam and Dean until he was standing in front of his stepdaughter. Jude felt a sharp tug in her lower stomach, and then her weapons were skittering across the ground to Desmond's feet, her hands grasping at nothing. her muscles tensed and she prepared to rush Desmond. He held up a hand, a sickening grin on his face. "I have been waiting for this moment for two Goddamn years." Desmond bounced on his feet with his hands clasped in front of him. "Damn crossroads demon made me wait that long. Wouldn't make it an instant thing." Desmond sneered, rolling his eyes. "Such a shame that I own his ass now. Thomas said the same thing, it seems to be a running theme with the little low-life crossroad boys."

Molly pressed forward, hands against an invisible wall. "Where is he?" She screamed, voice already hoarse and breaking. Jude could see tears rolling down the girl's face. "Where's my Dad?"