Title: Last of the first
PG-13 for violence and languague
Summayr: John finds out why YED was after Sam as a child.
Disclaimer: I dont own the characters or the show of Supernatural, but other characters that appear are mine.
John will show up in Chpater 2. Feel free to comment.
The Last of the First
Set in 1991
Chapter 1: Freedom
A light drizzle fell from the sky. It was night and the stars were not visible through the clouds. The ground was muddied and the dirty water splashed up at feet of the figures walking toward what used to be sacred ground. It was no longer. It used to be hidden. Meant as a refuge and home for soldiers long dead. But that was over two-thousand years ago. The spells protecting and hiding it had worn down. Now it had been found by their enemy.
The group moved in silence except for the occasional sobs from the four of the figures with burdens draped over their shoulders. Some of those burdens squirmed but were too weak to escape their captors. Five people reached the boundary of what would have repelled them two-thousand years ago. The man leading the group stopped right the border between the forest ground and sacred ground he and his companions wanted to enter.
He was tall with dark green eyes and short brown hair. The man was in his mid-forties. He wore tight jeans with a dark shirt and jacket. He smirked back at his companions, a confident and disturbing smile. “Well then, shall we begin?” he asked. Smiling even wider the irises of his eyes turned to a pale yellow, and spun back around to the border raising an arm and a brilliant flash of flame appeared. One final barrier of gold energy appeared at the flash trying desperately to protect what the compound behind it, but after a few seconds the pitiful barrier collapsed revealing the entrance to the underground compound behind it. Azazel smiled. The entrance to the old compound was only a few hundred yards away. The demons entered the compound a few minutes later and breaking out flashlights immediately began searching for the one room they needed. The compound had not been used in a long time and it showed. Walls were cracking with dust and rot everywhere. There were no directions anywhere in the place, because it had been built like a maze in case the people who had lived there were ever attacked.
After several hours of searching the demons found their way to the room they wanted. It was large, about the size of a football field, and had little in the way of furnishings. There were several rotted wooden benches that had collapsed and at the front of the room was an alter. The alter was nothing more than marble slab of clashing red and black. It had ancient symbols and markings on it in a language that had not been spoken in thousands of years. However, Azazel could read it. At the ceiling was a rusted iron chandelier, that had once held what Azazel knew had been candles. All along the wall where the floor and the wall met were medal squares three feet wide and two feet high. He frowned. In several of the rooms, they had found he had seen squares exactly like that. He had no idea what they were for, if anything. He still remembered the people who had once lived here. How hard they had fought. The sacrifices they had made to ensure Lucifer would not rise. These soldiers or wielders and guardians, as they had called themselves, they had been the real obstacles Lucifer’s rise. They had been difficult to kill, unlike the pathetic hunters of today. If a hunter met a demon in a bar, the result was almost always a dead hunter. But, if a wielder met a demon, either could end up dead, or more likely both would live to fight another day. Now the wielders were dead. They had been completely destroyed after Lucifer had been sealed away. He had never understood what had prompted the wielders to take that strategy they did and likely never would. He smiled knowing exactly what he needed to do. “Set it up” he said.
The other four demons went to work Everything was working perfectly for his plan. What he did here would just be icing on the cake. Those special children were infected with his own blood. When they grew up, he would have complete control over the survivor. By controlling him, he could control every demon. Lucifer would not be necessary. He could stay locked in his cage. The thought made Azazel smile.
Within minutes, the benches had been cleared away and five symbols had been drawn on the floor. Four of the symbols were drawn in corners forming a perfect square at which the fifth symbol was drawn at the center around the altar. The burdens were placed at each of the four corner symbols. Tied up, but not gagged. He was ready to begin the spell. One of the demons handed him a knife and he began the spell. At the sight of the knife the burdens that had been crying started screaming and crying out for someone to save them. They cried for God, or their brother or sister or their parents for help. The only people who could hear them were demons. “Relax” Azazel said, “this will be the worst day of your lives and I wouldn’t want you to miss it”. The burdens, the children, only screamed louder. He just laughed. Two of the demons with him began chanting, and he did his part chanting, and raised the knife.
Twenty minutes later the children were dead and the spell was complete. And Drellius would rise. There were over 600 seals binding Lucifer, but only one seal bound him. The altar was shaking as black smoke spewed onto the floor from the altar. The demons stepped out of the square after they were done and just watched their master’s handiwork unfold. Everything had gone according to plan. Then the altar exploded. Everyone in the room was thrown backwards but was too far away to be seriously hurt by the explosion. Azazel sat back up in rage and looked at the altar, somehow it was still intact. He frowned though at what she saw, black smoke still spewed from the altar but it was no longer red and black. Instead, it was white and black. Then he saw him. He was naked on his hands and knees, trying to orient himself to his sudden environment. “You…” Azazel managed to sputter out. “How did you…”
Azazel recovered from his shock first first. Getting to his feet he raised his hand and fire shot out at the figure still kneeling on the ground. The man recovered right after though and still staying down he pointed behind him at the altar and then sent it hurtling at Azazel. The fire struck him just before the altar hit the demon. He screamed as the fire burned into his shoulder and the side of his neck, but when the altar hit Azazel and sent him flying across the room, the fire cut off. The man took advantage and ran right at one of the demons. The demon threw a punch but the man moved impossibly fast, pushing the arm aside and simultaneously kicked the knee of the demon. The demon faltered, and was thrown to the ground. Azazel used her own telekinesis to throw the altar that continued to spew out black smoke off him and got up just in time to see the purpose of the medal squares.
The man used telekenisis again and one of the squares flew off the wall. Without the metal square there, he saw a chute leading down into what must be a cavern below the complex, and watched as Zenin dived into it. Azazel could have screamed. That man could ruin everything! He knew far too much. He itched to kill him, but he still needed to wait for Drellius to rise. Ordering two of the demons to hunt him down he waited for one of the most powerful men to ever exist to be free.
The chute spat Zenin out about 20 seconds after he dived into it. He spent only a few seconds recovering before moving off in the cavern. There were no lights down here but that did not matter. Like the complex above, the tunnels below it was a maze that he and his people had memorized when they had lived there. He was blind but felt his way along the wall until he found a torch. Directly across from it was a fuel for the torch. He lit the torch and immediately set off again. He was using his powers to suppress the pain, but he knew he could not do it forever. He had not been anywhere near full strength in the room above and the suppression would sap even more of his power. He needed to find a place to recover. He could tell the burns across his neck and shoulder were serious, and falling down the chute had cut him in several places. His left ankle was also sprained. To top it all off, it was freezing in the cavern and he was naked. He needed to get back into the warmer complex and quickly.
He heard a sound as he moved down the tunnel. “Damm!” he whispered in his own language. He realized then, that this could be a good thing. He needed to reduce their numbers and this was his chance. But he was weak and if his power gave out in his condition he would likely pass out. But he did not have a choice. He could not beat all five demons if they fought together and he may not get another chance to weed them out. He heard two voices coming down the tunnel and he immediately sprinted to the nearest exit. He reached the exit chute and dropped the torch on the ground. Zenin climbed a few feet into the chute and waited. It only took a few minutes for the demons to catch him. There were two of them. He did not know if the had all come after him if they split up. Nor did it matter. He had to act.
He let the first one pass and then feet first he left the chute. His feet landed on the second demon sending him sprawling to the ground. The first demon spun around and launched himself at Zenin. Zenin reached up, grabbed the demons arm, slammed him into the wall, and then threw him down the steeply inclined tunnel. The second demon then tackled him into the wall, but Zenin went with it putting a hand behind his head to cushion the blow. As soon as he hit the wall, he used his momentum to land on top of the demon. Straddling him, he clamped his other hand over the demons mouth and fought off the demon’s attempt to break his hold with his remaining hand. The demon muffled scream did not travel far as Zenin’s power slammed into him preventing his escape. Zenin chanted his exorcism and fifteen seconds later the demon stopped moving and was gone. Zenin looked up just in time to meet the fist of the first demon right in the face.
Zenin felt his head smack into the stone ground. But as he fell, Zenin kicked out, tripping up the demon. It did not fall but it did give Zenin time to climb to his feet. The demon punched out again and this time Zenin blocked it twisting the hand around and yanking the demon close, and Zenin took a punch to the gut for it but he endured it and the following knee to his groin. However, Zenin continued to pull the demon close and then fell down on his back taking the demon with him. Zenin again clamped his hand over the demons mouth and put his other hand across the demons chest. The demon elbowed Zenin several times in the ribs while trying to remove the hand over his chest with the other. But it did not matter. Within several seconds, this demon was exorcised too. “Ugh” Zenin muttered. “that hurt”.
Zenin rolled the demon off him and climbed back to his feet, instantly wishing he had stayed down. Wincing in pain he put a hand to his ribs and realized at least two of the ribs on his right side were cracked. He no longer suppressed his pain. Keeping the demons inside their hosts had drained most of his strength. Looking down at the bodies, he realized there was an upside, at least he had clothes now. Zenin pulled off the man’s clothes and put them on himself. Such strange clothing. He had never seen anything like it. A rough blue material he could put over his legs, and a strange soft fabric underneath and for the shirt. How bizarre.
He climbed up the exit shaft and back into the compound. He knew this room immediately. It had been a storage room for weapons. None were here now. Cursing, he left the room to find his quarters. Hopefully that wasn’t as empty as the storage room. It only took him a few minutes to get there. He saw the door to his room and picked up the pace and that’s when it happened. His power ran out. The ground rushed up to meet him and the world darkened. He passed out defenseless in the middle of the hallway.
Chapter 2: Sleep
John Winchester was the last hunter to arrive to the scheduled meeting place. The other two hunters were already waiting for him. Getting out of the impala he had parked out of their site he strode over to meet his partners for this trip. Derek Reese and Jennifer Maythes were talking in low voices that could barely be heard over the wind despite that they were almost shouting.
Derek was thirty-three but looked more like he was in his late twenties. He was tall with broad shoulders and short dark hair. He hadn’t shaved in several days and it showed in the scruffy beard he was growing. He wore light blue jeans and a dark t-shirt with a jacket over the top. Jen in contrast, was twenty-five, short and slender with long flowing blonde hair. She wore black jeans with a long sleeved brown shirt. She was pretty, John thought, but not gorgeous. She had an earthy beauty to her. She was also a psychic.
“know. At least three, maybe as many as seven” Jennifer was saying.
”How long ago? Derek asked.
“A day, maybe two.” She responded.
“Dam, we just missed them.”
John had been studying the foot prints on the ground as he made his way over. “I would say four or five, and more than a day judging by the tracks.” John added. “Derek”, he added almost as an afterthought.
“Finally” Jen exclaimed acidly. “We have been waiting here almost half an hour for you to get your sorry ass over here.”
“Why the wait John?” Derek asked with much more patience.
“Sam got sick. Dropped him and Dean off in the hospital.” John answered distractedly
“What did you find?” John asked, eager to begin hunting the demon he had been tracking for the past two months.
“About two hundred yards that way is a passage entering an underground cave. Real Indiana Jones style.” Jen told him.
“Then lets go.” John said.
“John wait..” Derek muttered. But John was already walking down the hill following the tracks in. Looking over to Jen he shook his head. “Too eager” was all he said before they both followed. Anytime John hunted anything big, he just pushed forward, eager for revenge on the thing that had killed his wife. Especially since he had learned that it was a demon who had killed her. It was going to be the death of him someday.
Entering the underground passage the three hunters broke out flashlights and began searching for anything that would give them clues to why the demons had come here.
Azazel had been waiting for more than two days for Drellius to be released. So far, nothing had happened. The smoke just circled around the alter without doing anything. The two demons with him were getting restless. Especially since the other demons had been exorcised. Looking back at the alter he went over the ritual again. He had done everything perfectly. Every phrase, the sacrifice nothing should have gone wrong. Instead, Zenin had risen and Drellius had stayed banished. There was only one thing to do now.
“Well, it seems we should pay Zenin a visit.” Azazel said with a smirk. “He always did find a way around the red tape.”
Zenin stood in the middle of the chapel talking with Alex. The only other person in the room was Drellius, chained to the altar over and hour ago, and even now was struggling to get free. Glancing over Zenin remarked, “Quit your struggling. Those chains are never going to break. You should know. After all, you watched me make the dam things.” The only response that Zenin got was Drellius yanking on the chains even harder.
“Are you sure about this Zenin?” Alex asked.
Zenin looked back over to Alex and raised his eye at that. Alex was short like him, but was wider in the shoulders. He had dirty blonde hair, with deep blue eyes. He would have been very attractive, if not for the scar running across his face. Both Zenin and Alex wore dark cloaks that allowed them to hide the soft leather armor underneath, along with their weapons. “You almost sound like you care.” Zenin quipped back.
“I don’t. But I don’t trust Yulain either.” Alex spat.
Looking back at Drellius Zenin frowned. “The war is almost over. In a few weeks the demons will have all been sent back to hell and we can return to living in peace.”
“What’s left of us” Alex muttered under his breath.
“It will throw us back out”. Zenin replied softly.
“It will take centuries to get back to even half of what we were. And you know it” Alex practically growled.
Turning back Zenin answered back just as angry now. “Yulain has the best relationship to the angels out of any of us. That’s why he was picked and not me or Nicci. You …”
Yelling Alex retorted “Dammit Zenin! That’s why he shouldn’t be the one. It compromises his judgment. And you…” Alex cut off as he was flung across the room. Skidding to a stop, he glared at Zenin.
“The decision has been made. You will help Yulain. You are the only one who knows where me and Nicci are sealed, along with Drellius and Shadais. If there is any real problem you can revive us.” Alex opened his mouth to speak again but was cut off as Zenin flung him out of the room with telekinesis. “Leave!”
Turning back to Drellius Zenin heard Alex’s footsteps down the abandoned compound. As soon as Alex was out of earshot Zenin whispered, “Besides killers shouldn’t lead in times of peace. And these seals will give all the power anyone needs to keep times that way.” Looking to Drellius Zenin smiled. “Now, you ready for your nap Drell? I am.” Drellius struggled harder, but no avail, as the chains were barely even moving. “Yes struggling against unbreakable chains must be fun. You always were an idiot Drell.” Zenin remarked and then began chanting the spell to seal them both away.
Groaning, Zenin opened his eyes. He could feel the cold stone floor beneath him as he tried unsuccessfully to get to his feet. “How long have I been out?” Falling back to the floor, he simply crawled the rest of the way to his room. Reaching the door, he rose back up, opened the door, and nearly fell again. Catching himself, he managed to open the door and smiled a little at what he saw.
His room looked much better then the rest of the complex. Knives still hung on the wall, which showed nowhere near the age the rest of the complex did. Making his way to the center of the room Zenin sat down and began to meditate. It would allow him to heal much faster and recover his powers. Then he could begin hunting that Yellow-eyed bastard.
Good start, I like it. :D
Chapter 3: Meeting
Zenin’s eyes snapped open at the sound of footfalls outside his room. Rising to his feet without making a sound, he strode over the nearest wall to begin arming himself. There only a few knives in the room but they would do. Each had been spelled to hurt demons, they could not kill them, but they would weaken them some. Hopefully enough for him to exorcise Azazel.
Bending down Zenin strapped a knife to each of his calves. The knives he strapped were small, about five inches long, with symbols all down the blade. He strapped longer knives to his forearms, and glanced down at them. He had no clothing to hide them, so they were just hanging out there, but there was nothing to be done about it.
He could hear voices now as they were just outside the door. He reached out senses, and with a shock realized that they weren’t demons, but rather simply humans. Frowning he listened to the conversation.
“John, do you have any idea what this place is?”
Another voice “No,”
Then a woman’s voice “Or how long this is going to take? We’ve been in here for hours stoic”.
“Well check out this last room, then head back up, okay John?” That was the first voice.
Tensing Zenin grabbed two more knives off the wall, and waited for them to enter. He had understood nothing of what they said of course, but if they were working with demons, then they would die too. They had to be looking for him. Glancing around him, he assessed his situation. He wasn’t visible immediately to someone who opened the door but rather to the left of it. So he would have a few seconds to catch the group by surprise.
He was stronger now then when he was released but he still had yet to heal fully. The burn on his neck and shoulder still throbbed, and while not infected, was likely to become so if he was unable to finish his mediation. His limp though was completely gone so he would be at his fastest. His powers were had partially returned, he probably had about half his energy back from working the spell over Drellius and himself. When he glanced at his arms he realized that most of his cuts had healed nicely and he no longer had to waste his energy to suppress the pain. Against humans, this would be a short fight. Smiling, he crouched down as the door swung open.
Azazel had been searching the compound for hours. Yet he had found nothing. He had felt nothing of Zenin once he had escaped the chapel, which only meant that some of the spells protecting the old barracks were still working. Most likely just the ones that had help hide the base for over two-thousand years, but he would have to be careful.
As he turned the corner into another hall, one of the demons with him finally asked the question that had plagued both of his subordinate’s minds. “Master. Who was that man?”
Without looking back Azazel answered, “His name is Zenin Vantanna. He is like the one we are raising.” That was partly true. While they were from the same place, Zenin had been Drellius’s teacher. When Drellius was free the first thing he would have him do is kill Zenin. He found it fitting that Drellius do so, it would be his bonus. Azazel smiled at the thought. Even after Zenin had lost most of his powers, he had been more than a huge headache throughout the old war, and if he escaped today he would be so again. Especially if he caught wind of what Azazel was doing to his psychic children. “Don’t let him escape. If you have to, kill him. But I would prefer to take him alive to see what he knows about Drellius. Besides, I want to hear him scream.”
Drellius would be perfect for his plans. Ironically it had been Zenin who told him what gave him this idea. He had once called Drellius a dog needing a master. He had been mostly right. In truth Drellius was far more a sword needing someone to use him than a dog. Dogs would disobey. He would serve his purpose and then be discarded. Frowning he realized his own curiosity at seeing his own plan bettered may lead to it failing. Just as the curiosity of a little girl over five-thousand years ago had let to not only Zenin and his ilk, but his plan today.
Without warning a gunshot sounded somewhere in the compound. “Well, it seems we have a party.” He smiled wickedly, “Let’s go pay our guests a visit. I think Zenin may have found someone.” The three of them raced down the corridor towards the sound of the gunshot.
John nodded at Derek with a resigned sigh. They would explore the rest of the complex tomorrow. Opening the door he had only taken a single step into the room, when he was thrown against the wall by some unseen force. John grunted with the impact and dropped his gun, the shot echoing through the near empty compound. Derek and Jen ran into the room behind him only to join him on the wall. John glared at the demon responsible. He was short and slim, but muscular. He had short dark hair and wore jeans and a sweat laden t-shirt with boots on. He looked completely normal, except for his eyes. The seemed a moving swirl of red, yellow and black.
Their captor said something in a language John did not recognize, causing John to just sigh. The man said something else, again in a language he had never heard. Judging by his change in accent, a different language. The demon did this a dozen times before speaking in Latin. He opened his mouth to speak again when Jen responded in Latin. John watched the exchange back and forth until the demon finally grew quite. “What did you say?” Derek asked her.
“I told him our names and that we weren’t witches.” Jen responded. “Though I think he still may kill us. And he says he ain’t a demon” Jen finished with a snort.
“Well what’s his name?” John asked with a grunt.
“Zenin” she replied.
Without warning Jen was dropped to the ground and Zenin said something in Latin again.
From the doorway a voice boomed out, “Well Zenin, it would seem you made some friends.” The man had yellow eyes. “Ah sorry, of course.” The yellow eyed demon said something in Latin before eying the rest of them. “It’s been a long time John”. He smiled wickedly at him. “Sorry about dear old Mary, but wrong place, wrong time. Me and Sammy had buisness.”
Without ceremony John felt himself and Derek drop to the ground beside Jen. He hoped Sam and Dean would be okay, because he did not think he would be making it out of this one alive.
Chapter 4: Collision
Hearing the voice Zenin dropped the humans without preamble as he turned to face Azazel. He knew they were not witches, he could feel their souls still intact.
“Friends of yours?” Azazel asked. “I thought you kept to yourself. Except for that sweet little bitch of yours. But wait, she’s dead, or is she hiding somewhere like you?”
Twirling the knife in his hand, Zenin smiled at the demon. “You need to work on your manners. It’s rude to try and kill an old friend without saying hi.”
One of the men he had just released from the wall said something to Azazel that again Zenin didn’t understand. The demon ignored him “Where is Drellius Zenin? Where is that pliable student of yours”?
Zenin looked confused before replying in a bewildered voice “Why Azazel, we just left him.” he finished with a smile that said he knew what Azazel was getting at. “Where’s my people? This is one of our bases after all. Despite the… decay”
The demons spread his arms wide before telling Zenin. “They are right here.” He brought both of his arms back together and pointed them at Zenin. “You’re all that’s left. Dead as the woman who set you all free. Betrayed by you own kind. This time to those celestial dogs. Except for Yulain of course. The angels thought that letting the one who gave your kind up should live a nice long life” the demon finished, relishing the anguish that now engulfed Zenin’s face.
“Liar” he growled back.
“No Zenin, not this time” he said still enjoying the look in Zenin’s eyes.
Zenin gripped his knife so hard he could feel the imprint on his skin. “Die” Zenin spat.
“I’m shocked that you feel that way Zenin after what I just told you. Now who’s being rude?” Azazel
“No. To release Drellius, if you’re not one of us, you have to die” Zenin said. Now it was his turn to enjoy the look on Azazel’s face.
Before the demon realized what was happening Zenin let his power roar into him as he charge the demons. Azazel had a knife in him before he knew what was happening. Zenin punched Azazel across the jaw, breaking it and causing the demon to stagger backwards. Without missing a beat Zenin went down kicking the legs out from under the demon before grabbing his falling form and chucking him outside the room. Using telekinesis Zenin slammed the door shut.
The other two demons were already in motion. One was attacking him while the other went for the three humans. The demon punched out but Zenin was too fast. He grabbed the demon below the elbow and grabbing his shirt slammed him into the wall. Covering the demon’s mouth Zenin began chanting his exorcism. Within seconds, the demon was gone. Zenin glanced back at the humans to see that they were not fairing as well as he. On the men was already dead on the ground and the remaining two were trying to exorcise the demon with a Latin chant that he did not recognize.
Zenin moved to help them when he heard a noise from the hallway. He turned back just in time to see the door flying off its hinges slam into him to carry him back to crash against the back wall. “Ugh, I guess just one of those knives wont work on him.” he muttered. Tossing the door off him Zenin stood to face Azazel one more time.
Azazel stalked back into the room holding Zenin’s knife aloft. “I had forgotten how much these things hurt. Worse than holy water. Not that you can use that.” Azazel’s yellow eyes flared brightly at Zenin. “I’m going to enjoy killing you and throwing you back into that precious box you call home Zenin.”
Looking at Azazel Zenin didn’t know if he could stop him from doing exactly that