AN: Here's the next chapter!

"All right. Thanks Bobby," Sam says into his phone before hanging it up. Dean looks up from the guns he's cleaning. Sam swears he does it so Dean doesn't have to actually talk to him.

"What'd Bobby say?" he asks, looking over at Sam

"Said the only thing he could figure is a Shtriga getting desperate and sucking the life out of everyone, not just the kids. It's the only thing that fits," Sam answers, shrugging his shoulders.

"Okay. Let's go pay a visit to Pastor Douchebag," Dean says, putting a full clip in his gun and placing it in its spot in the back of his jeans.

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Dean parks the Impala a block away from the church and the two brothers exit the car. They look around and make sure they have all of their weapons. After creeping towards the church, Dean stops his brother.

"We should split up. Cover more ground," Dean says, looking over at Sam.

"No, Dean, we shouldn't. That's a bad idea," Sam says, shaking his head, remembering the last Shtriga they went against.

"Stop being such a girl Sam. We'll be fine. I'll take the back, you go in the front," Dean says, scowling at his brother and rolling his eyes.

"No. Dean!" Sam whispers harshly, but it's no use, Dean's already around the corner. Sam sighs in frustration and walks quietly up to the front door. Opening it slowly so it doesn't make a sound, Sam slips inside. Looking around, he doesn't see anyone in the main room. Sam takes out his gun and begins scouring the other rooms in the front. Coming to a door, he opens it, seeing a set of stairs leading down to the basement. Sam carefully sneaks down the stairs, his gun in front of him, ready to be used if need be. As he comes to the bottom of the stairs, Sam looks around the room, but doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. He hears a noise off to his right and he walks quietly through an arch into a hallway. He hears someone walking around in one of the rooms at the end of the hall and he moves stealthily along the wall. Coming to the last door on the left, Sam peers in and sees Pastor Delving inside, setting up a table. Sam can't make out what it is, but by the ingredients he does see, he knows it's not good.

"Agent. It's about time you figured it out," Delving says, just as Sam gets inside the room. Sam freezes in his approach, his eyes wide. How the hell did he know I was here? Suddenly, the door behind him slams shut and Sam goes flying into the wall, smacking his head. Sam falls to the floor, dazed. He looks up in time to see a fist come towards his face before everything goes black.

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Dean walks into the main room of the church. Looking around, he doesn't see anyone or anything out of the ordinary. He decides to check the room out, see if he can find anything not in plain sight. Dean makes his way around the room, finding himself at the podium. Something catches his eye. Making sure he's still alone, Dean crouches down and pulls a bag out of the shelf in the podium.

"Son of a Bitch," he mutters, opening the bag to find ingredients he'd rather not know about inside. "I hate witches."

Dean tosses the hex bag back onto the shelf and stands up. He needed to find Sam because dealing with a Shtriga was one thing, but witches? It'd be bad if they knew Delving was a witch, but not knowing was dangerous.

"Dammit," Dean curses under his breath. Dean quickly, but quietly, makes his way to the back of the room and finds a door partly opened. Dean looks inside and sees a set of stairs leading down to the basement.

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Sam wakes up to a pain in his face. He blinks and looks around, seeing Pastor Delving standing in front of him with a smug smirk on his face. The memory of Delving hitting him comes back to him and Sam glares at Delving. He tries to move but notices he's strapped down to a chair.

"Don't worry. You're not going anywhere," Delving says, turning around to finish setting up. "Where's your partner? You two seem close. Don't think he'd let you come here by yourself."

"Well, you just met us, so you obviously don't know us very well," Sam bites out, looking around for a way to escape. Delving snorts.

"Well, that's too bad for you," he says, turning around with a knife in his hand. Sam eyes it, wondering what he's going to do with it. Delving gives him a smirk before he slices into Sam's arm. Sam isn't quick enough to stop the groan of pain and Delving smiles evilly. He brings a bowl over and lets the blood seep into it. When he's sure he has enough, Delving sets the bowl down on the table next to him. He begins chanting something Sam can't decipher. He quickly begins to feel tired and he looks over at Delving, recognition hitting him and one thought comes to him. Hurry, Dean.

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Dean gets to the bottom of the stairs and looks around, seeing a hallway. He stealthily walks along the wall, checking in all the rooms, but not finding his brother. As he nears the end of the hall, he hears murmuring. Dean stops just before the door and peers in. Dean feels his heart rate pick up when he sees his brother strapped down in a chair and Delving standing in front of a table, muttering something. Dean takes in everything on the table next to him, including the bloody knife. His eyes check his brother over and he notices the cut on his arm. Quietly, Dean turns the door handle, but finds it's locked. He mutters a curse and prepares to grab his lock pick set and pick the lock but he stops, realizing the muttering has stopped. Dean looks up in time to see Delving turn around and look right at him, a cocky, evil smirk on his face. Dean watches in horror as Delving begins taking deep breaths and a mist starts seeping from Sam to Delving. No, no, no, no.

"Delving!" Dean shouts, seeing the pastor take another deep breath and more mist moving from Sam to Delving. Dean rams into the door, but it doesn't budge. Dean looks over at his brother and sees him visibly getting more tired. Dean shoves his hand into his pocket to grab his lock pick set but doesn't find it. Searching his other pockets, he realizes he doesn't have them on him. Cursing, Dean looks up and he feels the panic rise within him. His brother is beginning to turn white. "Sam!"

Dean slams into the door a few more times but it's no use, it doesn't budge. Dean can feel himself getting desperate. He looks inside the room once again, noticing Delving's smile as he continues to steal Sam's life before Dean's very eyes. Sam is starting to look ashened and Dean tries to force down the blind panic from seeing Sam dying and not being able to help him.

"Sammy!" Dean shouts in terror and rams into the door once again. Dean looks back at his brother and then it hits him. Scowling, Dean raises his arm and uses the butt of the gun and smashes the window in. Delving pauses and looks over at Dean in surprise. Dean doesn't give him time to recover and aims the gun at Delving, shooting him three times in the chest. Before the pastor hits the floor, Dean has unlocked the door and flung it open. Ignoring the thump of Delving's body hitting the floor, Dean rushes to Sam's side, crouching down, and desperately seeks for a pulse. Finding one, albeit faint, Dean lets out a sighs. He takes the time to check Sam over and sees on top of the cut and near death experience, Sam has a lump on his forehead. Dean rests a hand on the side of Sam's neck and bends down to peer into his eyes.

"Sammy," Dean calls out softly, which is the exact opposite of what he wants to do right now. Dean squeezes Sam's neck slightly and calls out again, cursing the quiver in his voice. "Sammy. Come on dude, I need you to wake up."

Sam stirs awake and Dean watches Sam as his eyes open slightly. Dean can't help the slight smile pull at his lips, and the relieved exhale. Sam looks at Dean and recognition dawns on him.

"Dean…?" Sam asks, hoping it's really his brother and not a trick of his imagination or a side effect of whatever Delving did to him.

"Yeah, Sammy, it's me. Come on, let's get you outta here," Dean says, already beginning to untie his brother from the chair. Finished, Dean helps his brother stand up and waits for him to get his balance. "You okay to walk?"

"Yeah, 'm good," Sam says, taking a step forward and feeling a strong sense of vertigo. He reaches out to grab onto something for balance but finds a set of strong arms grab him just as his own hands find Dean's jacket.

"Whoa, there Sammy. How 'bout I help you out?" Dean says. Not waiting for an answer, Dean wraps one of Sam's arms over his shoulder and leads his brother out the door into the hallway.

AN: Okay, so I know I said three chapters, but I didn't want to end it here. So, I'm thinking one more chapter to wrap it up and some brotherly fluff ;)