Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 21, 2013 23:02:36 GMT -5
Chapter Fourteen - Strip, Bind, or What
Sam looked at the two boys as it registered with him that he was back in Victor’s apartment. “Okay, what just happened?”
The brothers looked at each other and then at him innocently. “Nothing.”
Sam eyed them. Nothing about them gave away the lie he knew it to be. “I see.” He gave them a few seconds to tell him something and then shrugged. “Back to the demon then.”
“Are you sure it’s a demon?” Wyatt asked. “Sounds more like a warlock to me.”
“Any idea what kind?” Chris asked, ignoring his brother.
“Definitely a demon,” Sam confirmed. “And one I shouldn’t have trouble dealing with now that I know what it is. I’ve dealt with this kind of demon before and I should be able to do this and hopefully save the host as well.”
“The host?!” The brothers exclaimed in unison.
“You mean someone’s possessed?” Chris added.
It was kind of nice to have this conversation with people who didn’t think he was nuts just for saying it. Other than Dean and Bobby . . . and Cas, if he ever bothered to show up . . . that was pretty uncommon in Sam’s world. Sam nodded. “There’s no doubt about that. I don’t know anything about the host, of course, but they should be physically unharmed after I get rid of the demon.”
“And mentally?” Wyatt asked. “Emotionally?”
Sam shook his head. This kid was too old. “I don’t know. This isn’t normal. But the demon doesn’t really care.”
“What about the stripping potion?” Chris wanted to know.
“We didn’t have a way to get it in there anyway,” Sam reminded him. “And this way we don’t risk hitting your family.”
“Oh,” Chris sounded a little disappointed. “Well, I guess it’s good to avoid accidentally stripping Mom’s powers.”
Wyatt snorted. “She’d have mixed feelings on that one.”
Chris laughed in agreement. “I guess so.” He turned to look at Sam. “But if we can’t get the potion in, how are you going to be able to do anything?”
“I don’t have to get through the door and I can start from several feet away,” Sam informed him. “Hopefully I can get close enough without being noticed.”
The two brothers looked at each other, worried. “I don’t like how that sounds,” Wyatt admitted.
“We’re going with you,” Chris announced at almost the same time.
Wyatt frowned. “What?”
“It makes since,” Chris informed him. “If we’re close, we can be there to help if he is wrong and needs our help.”
Wyatt frowned. After a moment he sighed. “I’ll go tell Grandpa.”
“Taxi, again?” Chris asked.
Wyatt nodded as he headed out of the room.