Date: 2013-04-18 06:06 am (UTC)
theprodigalson: (scratched head)
He's only dimly aware of the others in the room, those holding Dean in place as the demon writhes within him. Focused entirely on his brother, Sam feels the power course through him as he pulls at the darkness, the cloying, slimy, blackened soul that's taken Dean captive. He grips it and pulls, his lips curling into a faint grin as the demon starts to cave, slipping out through Dean's opened mouth in a thick, rope of smoke and sulfer.

With a twist of his wrist, Sam pulls harder, fingers curling into a near fist as pressure builds behind his eyes, pounding pounding pounding..

It hurts, it hurts, But Sam's felt worse and he pushes through, smile slipping into a pained, panicked grimace when something catches, the billowing smoke sticking, hovering, and then reversing.

No.

Gritting his teeth, Sam concentrates as hard as he can, the dark blood in his veins nearly boiling as the pressure builds. But it's too late, too little, and in seconds the smoke has cleared completely, sucked right back into Dean's ragged, ravaged body. Sweating, panting and bleeding, Sam crumples, broken and defeated as his knees hit the hard floor.
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