Who. Sydney Delano & Shane Savage What. All things must come to an end, at least for John Where. Shane's father's house in Charleston, South Carolina When. Sunday night, April 15th 2012 Warnings. Uh, Sydney. Also Winchester death.
Shane should have seen it coming. And maybe she did. Maybe walking into the house that night, she'd known what she was getting herself into. She was John Winchester, after all, and John never got in over his head, right?
Wrong.
"Let them go," the blond hunter spat through gritted teeth from the door way, eyes fixed on the sight of her dad tied to a chair and the demon Alastair holding a knife to her sister's throat. Shane knew how stupid she'd been to come here alone, despite having been instructed to do so, but there was nothing she could do about that now.
She didn't even flinch when demon hands grabbed her from behind, pulling her forward, and then the terrifyingly pleasant face of Sydney Delano was looming in front of her. "Mmmm, how 'bout no, but after we have some fun first I'll think about it, kay?"
--
She didn't let them go.
Sydney had been waiting a long time for this, a long time to get her hands on the insides of a Winchester. Any Winchester would do, but what better way to start than with John? John and Alastair went way back, after all. At least a hundred years, which is how long the poor Winchester bastard allowed himself to fall under the demon's knife on the rack.
Ah, memories.
She didn't start with John, though. First she made Shane watch as she butchered her father and sister alive, drawing each of their deaths out as slowly and as painfully as possible until the room was filled with the symphony of their screams.
No. She didn't start on Shane until they'd both gasped their last, painfully dying breaths while Shane looked helplessly on like any good father should.
--
"We can make this all end, you know."
The demon's silky, venom-filled voice whispered soothingly in Shane's ear, glancing down at the girl's body strapped to the kitchen table. She was shaking like a leaf, the poor thing, and who could blame her? There were dozens of deep cuts on her body now, each seeping blood, and Sydney was nowhere near finished. This was unfinished business she was attending to. "All you have to do is tell us where they are. I already have your precious Colt, so..." Sydney dangled the gun Shane had regrettably come here with by two fingers. "They're as good as dead anyway."
Shane was in pain, even John Winchester wasn't too proud to show that much, but at the demon's words her eyes still reflecting her grief over her dad and sister had hardened, and she'd spat in Sydney's face. "Over my dead body."
Sydney growled, immediately lashing out and inflicting a new wound straight across her middle which immediately bled out profusely. "That's the idea, sweet cheeks."
It went on like this for over an hour.
--
Shane. Shane. You gotta stay awake, Shane. You gotta - You just gotta do this, okay? We can't leave them.
Sorry, John, Shane managed to think through the growing haze as her pulse began to slow way down. It was funny. She'd never bothered to pay attention to little things like her blood pumping through her before, but now it was all she could hear. All she could see. Her blood was all over her shirt, dripping down her legs.
You have to fight this, damnitt. We'll pull through! They need you and you need them, so you can't go. We can't go. Are you hearing me? We can't. Go.
A sort of strangled sound came to the surface at John's pleading, but just as Shane was beginning to think she could still fight this, Sydney cut into her again and everything started to go black.
I'm not like you, John. I can't take a hundred years of this, let alone another hour. When you see them again, tell them I'm sorry?
--
Blood stained steel glinted in the dim room as Sydney removed it from Shane's insides, wiping it off with a casual swipe on her side. She looked over at Shane, the hunter's eyes wide open and body limp under its bindings, unmoving.
"Well, that was boring," Sydney drawled with a heavy sigh, foot steps suddenly falling heavy on the floorboards and she looked up as one of her demon lackies walked into the room. She sneered in disgust at his blatant look of surprise at the bloody scene, tossing her knife carelessly onto the table as she inspected her handiwork.