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Chapter 2 – Round 2

"Sam—Look Out!" Dean shoutedfrom the back seat. This can't be happening again. Dean struggled to sit up and began reaching for the door handle—his only thought to protect Sam.

"Dean, Stay where you are—don't move!" Sam yelled as he turned to prevent his brother from exiting the car.

Fortunately, Dean's reflexes were slowed by his injuries as Sam quickly reached back to grab his arm. Damn that hurts! Sam's neck and shoulders screamed with agony as he tried to keep Dean from leaving the car.

"What the fu…! Sam, let go of my arm! I need to get to the trunk before it's too late!

Obviously, Dean's injuries were such that he did not realize the shape his precious car was in or he would have realized that getting to their weapons was not possible—and he would have been even more upset. Sam grabbed Dean's arm again and tried to get his attention.

"Dean—DEAN, listen to me, listen to me. You have to stay in the car—we are safe as long as we don't leave the car!"

"Sam—are you nuts, that's a demon out there. I won't let him get you or Dad again—I can't fail again—I TOLD YOU, only that damn demon will die tonight!" Dean fought weakly against Sam, desperately trying to do his job—he couldn't…no he wouldn't fail Sam or his father again. He just needed to get to his trunk, then everything would be ok.

Just as Dean went for the handle again, he heard a loud scream followed by an odd sizzling noise. Dean reached up a shaky hand to rub his eyes because he could not believe what they were telling him—the truck driver/demon was backing away.

"I can't friggin believe it! Sammy, what in the hell is happening? Why didn't it get in?

Sam quietly sat watching as the demon slowly backed away from the car. He had a slight smile on his face. Hmmm, well at least one thing went right tonight!

"Sammy, hellooo anybody home? Don't make me come up there!"

"Huh—oh, sorry Dean, I can't believe it worked that's all!"

"What worked Sammy—come on, spill it!"

"The Devil's Trap—I guess Bobby's book was right, it appears to repel demons"

"Wait a minute Sammy, you're telling me that those symbols you put on the trunk---I thought that would only keep them out of the trunk." Dean's voice was starting to get softer and his words were starting to slur, which worried Sam. He had to get them all out of here.

"Dean, I'll be happy to tell you all about it in a minute ok—first we need to get some help." Sam winced as he tried to reach into his jacket pocket to retrieve his cell phone. "Shit—where is it! I know I put it my pocket earlier!"

"Sammy—what's wrong?"

"I can't find my damn cell phone—we need it to call for help!"

"Call for help! Sammy just drive the friggen car!" Dean's voice was almost a whisper and it was obvious to Sam that Dean didn't really grasp what had happened. Of course, that was probably for the best—Sam didn't want to think about Dean's reaction when he saw his beloved car.

"Dean—stay with me ok? Sammy used his pleading voice, hoping to reach Dean and keep him conscious. "Dean I need your help here. I can't do this alone" Which actually was the truth, Dean usually was the one to come up with the plans—he was the hero, not Sam. He couldn't do this without Dean.

A low moan was his only response. The blood loss and the knock on the head Dean received were taking its toll on the Older Winchester boy. Dean heard Sam's pleas, but couldn't keep his eyes open—maybe he could rest for just a minute.

Sam watched as his brother slipped into unconsciousness again. He felt the panic begin to well up inside him as he looked at both his father and brother lying helpless. Suck it up—what would Dean do?

Sam looked out the window and noticed that while the possessed truck driver had moved a safe distance from the car, it still was watching him—almost daring him to come out. A wave of pure hatred hit Sam as he met the eyes of the demon.

"You cannot escape me so easily psychic boy" The demon taunted him. "You cannot escape—all I have to do is wait. Meanwhile you can watch your father and brother die!"

Sam shook his head, "Get out of my head you bastard! I won't let you win!"

"Oh, but I already have—soon you will be mine Sammy. You're nothing without your father and brother to protect you. You couldn'tuse your powers to save Dean when I was tasting his flesh. Why you couldn't even kill me when you had the chance—such a disappointment to your father. Why not make it easy on yourself. Come to me now and I will spare your father and brother!"

"NO, I can fight you…I will fight you!" Sam tossed his head and glared at the demon in defiance.

A menacing chuckle could be heard in his mind. "How many more people will have to die for you Sammy. First your mother, then Jess, now your father and brother. How much more blood do you want on your hands before you accept the truth. You belong to me now—you have always belonged to me."

Sam was holding his head as if it would explode; tears were falling down his face as he listened to the demon tormenting him. In the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn't be listening, but he was getting tired. Maybe the demon was right…maybe he should just give in….and the world went dark for the second time that night.

TBC

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