Only a Year

The Choices that Define Us

May 1, 2008

The house we found was abandoned from what we could tell. Setting up was easy, but finding a demon was a little more difficult. After we managed to catch him, we strapped him to a chair in the middle of a devils trap.

He sat there, screaming and thrashing from the holy water Dean is throwing at him. "You ready to talk?"

"I don't know! I don't know anything!"

Dean turned to us, feigning a fake smile, "Oh, you hear that guys? He doesn't know anything."

"Yeah, I heard." Sam responds with a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'm telling you the truth." The demon manages to chokes out.

"Oh, you are? My god, then I owe you an apology! Allow me to make it up to you." Dean brings the flask to the demons mouth before forcing holy water down his throat. Through the howling and choking from the demon, Dean continues, "I'm gonna ask you one last time...Who holds my contract?!"

The demon goes silent, his head hanging there for a moment. When he lifts his head his eyes are black and he is smiling like a fool. "Your mother. Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over."

Anger flickers over Dean's face. One thing I've learned with the Winchesters – don't bring up their mother. He lowers himself so now he's face-to-face with the demon. "I want a name or else…"

"Or what? You're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please. Brother, that's like a fleabite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack. Do what you want. The only thing I'm scared of is the demon holding your ticket."

Rising from his lowered position he looks to me, I nod and begin, "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, ergo…"

"How does that feel? Does that feel good?"

The demon laughs loudly and unnervingly, "Go ahead. Send me back to hell... 'Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you...with a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet with Dean Winchester."

"Should I?" I ask eying Dean carefully.

"Send him someplace he can't hurt anyone else."

"draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te, cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis, humiliare sub potenti manu dei..."

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Oof. The noise escapes my throat as I hit the grassy ground face first. I raise myself up and wipe the drops of blood from my lips. "Not taking it easy are you?"

"You told me you could handle yourself, so handle yourself." Dean responds his tone even but there's only amusement in his eyes.

When I don't answer he takes a swing, quickly I duck out of the way coming at him with an upper cut. Dean blocks it but he misses the left hook I throw seconds later, it hits him low and hard causing him to grunt. He jumps backward on his toes trying to catch his breath. "Wasn't expecting that."

I can't help but grin, I want to beat him. This time I don't hesitate, almost dancing I move forward and swing right for his perfect jaw line, he blocks my fist, twisting away he lashes out with a side kick. This time his attack connects with my ribs, I groan loudly hunching over. Dean moves towards me, trying to take advantage of the opening but I barrel at him driving my shoulder into his stomach knocking him flat on his back. Dean never goes down without a fight so he drags me down with him. As we're moaning and groaning trying to catch our breath I quickly come to the realization - I'm still on top of him.