That name sets off all sorts of warning bells though he's not too keen on why. He knows he's heard it before but he can't remember where. In the Pit? The ring? On the Rack? He's not sure but right now isn't the time for trying to figure it out. He'll do that when there's not a demon in their hotel room aiming to kill one of them - possibly both.
He can't just stand there, needs to do something but he's got no salt, no weapons of any kind that could kill a demon and the Colt's probably locked up in the Impala which is with Sam, whom he can't even locate. But before he can even come up with a plan, James' has her up in the air and across the room in a blink, crashing through the wall of glass and onto the balcony.
Nope. James is certainly not human and that makes him more nervous now that he knows. The guy is either a demon like the bitch over there or he's a witch - though with how pissed the guy had been at the mention of being one, he's gonna go with demon. Fucking demons. Fuckers looked like everyone else.
Seeing the knife flash, Dean's at his side in a second and grabs his arm to stop him. "There's a human in there, man, she's being possessed!" And the only thing that works on a demon to get them out is an exorcism, and that's just what he does. He exorcises the bitch back to hell.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica," Dean starts, voice rough and full of intent. He watches as the woman thrashes and screams but doesn't stop. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
The screaming ceases as she throws her head back and black smoke erupts from her mouth, billowing down where it seems to seep into the ground, the demon returning to hell. The woman lays there, unconscious but alive if the rise and fall of her chest is anything to go by.
"Christ," he huffs out. "I can't even get laid without everything going to shit."
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That name sets off all sorts of warning bells though he's not too keen on why. He knows he's heard it before but he can't remember where. In the Pit? The ring? On the Rack? He's not sure but right now isn't the time for trying to figure it out. He'll do that when there's not a demon in their hotel room aiming to kill one of them - possibly both.
He can't just stand there, needs to do something but he's got no salt, no weapons of any kind that could kill a demon and the Colt's probably locked up in the Impala which is with Sam, whom he can't even locate. But before he can even come up with a plan, James' has her up in the air and across the room in a blink, crashing through the wall of glass and onto the balcony.
Nope. James is certainly not human and that makes him more nervous now that he knows. The guy is either a demon like the bitch over there or he's a witch - though with how pissed the guy had been at the mention of being one, he's gonna go with demon. Fucking demons. Fuckers looked like everyone else.
Seeing the knife flash, Dean's at his side in a second and grabs his arm to stop him. "There's a human in there, man, she's being possessed!" And the only thing that works on a demon to get them out is an exorcism, and that's just what he does. He exorcises the bitch back to hell.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica," Dean starts, voice rough and full of intent. He watches as the woman thrashes and screams but doesn't stop. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
The screaming ceases as she throws her head back and black smoke erupts from her mouth, billowing down where it seems to seep into the ground, the demon returning to hell. The woman lays there, unconscious but alive if the rise and fall of her chest is anything to go by.
"Christ," he huffs out. "I can't even get laid without everything going to shit."