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[samwiser]

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The air was electric, but Sam knew it was just in his head. He glanced again over the Devil's Trap - both the one on the ceiling and the one on the floor. Either way, they'd have the demon, Sam wasn't worried, not about that part. What did worry him was Peter's reaction. If Pete - Spiderman, Sam had to call him Spiderman during the meeting - tried to stop him, Sam knew he wasn't strong enough to make Peter stop from trying to save the vessel. It all came down to trust, and Sam just had to trust Peter would let him do what needed to be done.

Crouching by the entrance to not throw a shadow into the window, the salt trail set all around, Sam was ready to seal it. "C'mon, Pete," Sam whispered, one hand around a container of salt, the other around the hilt of the knife. The demon wouldn't be getting out there, one way or the other.

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[spideyguy]

The preparations had been kind of surreal, for Peter, at least. Watching Sam, clearly in his element and field of expertise, so sure and methodical as they set up the warehouse Peter had picked out amongst the many in the district. It wasn't too far from the one he frequented, late at night when he couldn't make it all the way back to his apartment, with injuries too bad.

The sun had set, everything was ready, and Peter had set out to find a demon and bring it back to Sam. This turned out to be a little more difficult than Peter had imagined - it took him about a half an hour to separate just one from the group of five that had caught on to his trail.

Peter swings in through the side opposite Sam, that one demon hot on his trail. He's a little worse for wear, but not terribly much. He taunts them into running straight for the demon's trap, crawling across the beams on the ceiling.

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Once inside, Sam closed the door and shoved a rod into the bolt. He moved with purpose, pouring the salt along the floor and sealing the circle. He watched the demon try to advance, only to be rebuffed by the trap. He saw the idea dawning on its face, then watched as it looked up and then down.

This demon had chosen a pretty blond woman, but the vessel had been through the ringer it seemed. Sad, but it only made it easier for Sam. Striding up to the edge the circle, Sam crossed his arms over his chest.

"Winchester!?" The demon roared, looking at him in disbelief. "Why are you working with Doc Ock?" Sam asked, pulling the flask of holy water out of his back pocket and unscrewing the lid. The demon spluttered, trying to figure out what was happening.

"Why are you working with Dock Ock?" Sam asked again, his hand whipping out and liquid flying, smashing into the demon's face with a hiss and puffs of steam rising off.

[spideyguy]

Peter paused to take a breather on the ceiling, rubbing at his side which had already begun to heal from the blows dealt to it. It looked like the trap had actually worked - the demon seemed to be trapped in the circle they'd drawn, and Peter glanced at the one he'd drawn on the ceiling, oh so careful not to fuck it up.

Sam was...clearly not messing around. Peter bit the inside of his cheek and just observed from above, mostly watching Sam's face. He was kind of glad his own was hidden behind a mask - he didn't want Sam to see the emotions he was going through, right now, processing the scene in front of him as Sam burned the demon with the holy water.

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"What're you doing in the city?" The demon asked, after it was done hissing and sizzling. "Aren't you more of a country boy than a city mouse? Or should I say moose?"

So the demon knew Crowley, which didn't answer anything but did raise more questions. Sam pulled out his father's tattered journal. He didn't need it any more for the words, but even the very sight of the journal was scary to demons.

"Wait wait, don't do anything hasty," the demon pleaded, pausing for a second before trying to run through the barrier again. It bounced right off, Sam taking his time find the passage.

"Then tell me why you're working for a mortal like Ock."

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"You say that like I know something. I don't! I go where my master points me." The demon stared nervously at the journal Sam was flipping through. Peter hung himself upside down from the rafters, swaying comfortably.

"Look, I don't know, they worked out some kind of deal. His soul and something extra, but I don't know what it is! I just know we've got orders to get Spiderman back to the Doc. Alive." The demon snorted a little, muttering to himself. "Probably not for much longer though."

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"Which master are you referring?" Sam asked, glancing up from the book for a second before returning his attention to it. He was going to play this coolly, because without asking much, the demon was already singing.

"Do you think someone as smart as Doc Ock would give his soul for Spiderman, much less believe he even has a soul? Most intellects like that are atheists." Sam cleared his throat and looked up again. "With Spiderman's powers on his side, Octavius would be damn near invincible. Why would he want to kill him, y'think?"

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"The King of Hell, who do you think?" The demon snapped, clearly worried for it's safety after revealing even this much to Sam. "The Doc is nothing. A human pawn in Crowley's game, I'm sure."

"Probably why he signed it over. Didn't think it mattered. He'll figure it out," The demon chuckled darkly, enjoying the thought. "Why do humans do anything?"

[samwiser]

So, he demons weren't loyal to Ock. That was important. The Doc didn't know what he was getting himself in to, tangling with demons and Crowley himself. Sam didn't know what game Crowley had going, but this was first he knew of him hiding behind super villains.

"Lots of reasons," Sam muttered, pacing slowly around the circle, the book closing in his large palm. "What's the point of keeping Spiderman alive?"

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The thought that Crowley had something bigger planned wasn't exactly a comforting one. Doc Ock was no king of Hell, but he also wasn't as small-time as Peter said he was.

"No idea. Doc has some vendetta against him. Probably end up killing him. It's not my problem, okay?"

[samwiser]

Sam wasn't getting anything he couldn't put together himself from this demon. A shame, really, because he'd hoped to be more of an asset to Peter than this. But, at least now they have a place they could bring demons back to and dispose of them properly.

"Been fun chatting, but I think you've outstayed your welcome." Sam took a deep breath, chest puffing out. He knew the incantation by heart, but it also was a lot of words. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te..." Sam watched the host begin to shake, watched the eyes stay black, then flicker to a pale green - the irises of the poor sucker who got possessed, then back to black.

[spideyguy]

It was more than Peter had known before. And he...may have an inkling or two about why Doc Ock wanted to kill him, though he wasn't particularly keen on admitting it to Sam. It wasn't his proudest moment.

Then Sam started chanting in - Latin, probably? Peter never really had an ear for languages - and the demon started to convulse, which was way more intense than Peter thought it would be.

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As the demon fought the exorcism, Sam's voice became bolder. Not louder, but more self-assured, more full. The words were shot out like bullets, the only things that would not only make the demon leave, but also kill it.

Black smoke poured out of the host's eyes, mouth and nose, a gruesome sight if never before witnessed. Sam held a hand up, palm out, fingers splayed, hopefully letting Peter know to not interfere, because everyone's first instinct was to help when something this bad was going down. But the help always ended up on the wrong side. As the spell ended, the smoke fizzled then disappeared. The body of the host fell to the ground and, despite his instincts, Sam had to check if the person was still alive, if to just to prove to Peter he wasn't a monster.

[spideyguy]

Peter wasn't expecting the smoke, jumping down from the ceiling with a yelp and a panicked shot of webbing. He clipped one of the metal support beams on the way, but he was just desperate to get out of the way of the smoke - not that it would, or could, hurt him, but he didn't know that.

"Sam? You okay?" Peter asked, on the other side of the warehouse, rubbing his shoulder.

[samwiser]

Sam looked up at Spiderman with a quizzical look. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?" Sam frowned at the way Peter was rubbing his shoulder, barely aware of the gong-sound Peter's body made against the support beam.

He glanced down at the body, then stood up. "The host is gone, Spiderman, I'm sorry. But we have to get out of here." He glanced around, hands on his hips, pretty nonchalant. "Do you think you can move the body then come back for me? I'd hate to lose the warehouse. We have a good setup here." If Sam was being coarse, he didn't notice it, he was just thinking like a hunter.

[spideyguy]

"I'm fine." It's an automatic response, and he is, just a little battered from the general course of events. It'll all heal by tomorrow.

"...move it where?" Peter jumped down from the rafters, landing lightly next to Sam and staring at the body. He'd...never disposed of a body before, and frankly, he's kind of staving off a few flashbacks.

[samwiser]

Sam had to believe Peter that he was, in fact, fine. It was still hard trying to rationalize dating Spiderman.

Shrugging his shoulders, Sam looked around. "Well, it can't be in another warehouse or else the cops will search all of them and find this one and call it a witch cult or something. Maybe....the East River? Is that a thing?" It likely sounded cold, but that was the luck of working in rural areas. There were lots of woods around.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

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Peter made a soft noise at the back of his throat, shaking his head. No. He wouldn't dump a body in the river he just - he couldn't. "No. I'll - I'll find a way to deal with it. Not the river."

"Yeah," He sounded less fine than before, and he crouched next to the man, hesitantly tilting his head up, to see his face. "Is this what you - is this how - ?"

[samwiser]

Easing Peter's hand away, Sam pulled out a handiwipe and cleaned off the skin they'd touched. Tucking it back in his pocket, Sam gently pulled Peter away by his wrist, the hold gentle.

"Or we could leave it here and then find another warehouse," Sam amended, because he could tell by Pete's voice that something was wrong. "The host is at peace now, or in hell, I don't know how it lived. But we're done. Did any of that help you?" Sam eased his arm around Peter's middle - surprised at the strength of the fibers from the costume. He walked them out of the circle, trying to get Peter to look him in the eye.

[spideyguy]

"No, you wanted to keep this one." Peter said quietly, too quiet, still staring at the body. He was grateful for the mask once again, not wanting to know what expression was currently gracing his face.

"He wants to kill me. So badly that he involved these - demons." Peter had a hard time walking away, but he let Sam tug him a little bit out of the circle.

[samwiser]

"There are others. Probably best if we don't use it again. If New York City has one thing, it's abandoned buildings. we're fine. Spiderman." Sam's voice was stern, he needed to get Peter's attention. "This is what happens with demons." Because that body laying in the circle housed a demon and the poor mortal who was possessed wasn't there any long.

"Well, he's tangling with demons and you have a hunter on your side. I'd say he's in trouble." A little levity couldn't hurt, could it? "Go. Go out the roof. I'll meet you back at your apartment."

[spideyguy]

"Sam - " Peter finally looked up at him, bug eyes reflecting the light back at him. He did, want nothing more than to swing through the streets, as far away from here as possible but - "Y-you don't want a ride home?"

His hand closes around Sam's wrist, holding him there for a moment. He just - needs to breathe. It's been years, but the body lying on the concrete was painfully similar to the one he'd walked away from at the bottom of a clocktower.

[samwiser]

"If you want to take me back with you, then yes, of course I do. But...if you need to just be..away, I know where I'll find you."

Sam let his head sag slightly, his forehead against Peter's mask. He'd never ask him to remove it, and didn't need him to. "I'm not going anywhere," Sam said softly, matching Peter's tone because this was Something.

[spideyguy]

Peter took a long moment, inhaling deeply through his nose. His gloved hand came up, to Sam's neck, holding him for a second. "I want to run. Don't let me, Sam. Please. Come home with me."

It was, he was kind of freaking out inside and it was only getting worse. Normally he'd take back to the streets, and that just...wasn't healthy. But now he has Sam, and maybe running isn't the only option.

[samwiser]

"Then we're going home," Sam assured him, a hand gripping Peter's shoulder through the suit. "Now this is your world, so tell me how you want to go. Let's get out of here." Sam didn't like hanging around after an exorcism if he could help it.

"Then waffles," he said, trying to lighten the mood again, hugging Peter tightly.

[spideyguy]

He looped an arm around Sam's waist, tugging him close. "Thank you." He needs to go home and stay home, not prowl the streets for criminals until he can't see straight anymore. Sam is the only way he'll get there.

"Whatever you want." Peter holds out his arm. "Hold on, okay? I've got you."