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Voodoo Revenge

Sam groaned as he awoke, his left temple thumping as he did so. He shook his head to try and clear it, then looked blearily around the room, assessing his situation as he did so.

It obviously wasn't good.

Aside from the killer headache, and the bruises he knew would be on his neck, he had also been stripped shirtless, most likely on the orders of the blasted priestess. And to top matters off, he was chained to a wooden pillar in the middle of the room, and when he pulled at his chains, he could feel the manacles cut into his wrists.

Forcing down the feeling of panic he felt at being chained up, he looked around the room, and saw to his disgust that he was back in the voodoo altar room. He looked warily around the candlelit room, trying to free himself as he did so, but he was stuck fast. Grimacing, he mused that at least he could stand up, even if he couldn't do much else other than that.

Sam fought down the feeling of sickness that was in his throat. His big brother had been turned into a zombie, and had been sent to kidnap him, and once again, Dean had succeeded, bringing him to the evil that they were currently chasing. And now, he was tied up, vulnerable, and was losing his brother more and more each minute.

Sam shook his head, hating the pain in his head, he would kill for an aspirin about now. This priestess had been after him and Dean from the beginning, and when they had begun sniffing around, it would have made the priestesses' day. But what would a voodoo priestess want with him and Dean? Was it perhaps a holdover from the last time he had been here with Samuel? Or was it something else entirely?

Sam fought down a wave of despair. He would figure a way out of this, to kill the damned priestess before she did anything else. He would make sure of it, and he would get his brother back in the process, no matter what it took. He wouldn't allow Dean to remain a zombie or a voodoo doll forever, he would get him back. Then they would just need to figure out how to get out of here, kill the priestess and avoid the alligator and snakes in order to escape.

Simple.

Sam snorted at his own thoughts. As far as he could see, they were stuck. Dean was unhelpful in both forms, and his zombie was actually dangerous. Sam himself was half naked, tied to a post in the middle of the creepy altar room, his hands bound, and he was unable to get himself out of the situation. And now, both he and Dean were at the mercy of some dark voodoo priestess, who had been killing hunters, ripping their souls from their bodies and turning their bodies into her footsoldiers. How the hell was he going to get out of this one?

Sam heard noises at the door, and he tensed, ready to bite and head butt anyone who came near him for what they had done to him and Dean.

He glowered as the door opened, and then his jaw dropped at what he was seeing. But of course, it all made sense now, why the priestess had wanted both him and Dean. It was nothing to do with the last time he had been here with Samuel, no this was all about him and Dean. The other hunters had been rounded up and killed in order to get to him and Dean, to draw them here, to New Orleans. And the worst part of the matter was, it had worked like a charm, and good people had lost their lives because of them.

But that still didn't explain what he was seeing standing in the doorway. There were two figures. One was smiling excitedly, looking at his half naked body adoringly, and the other was looking at him smugly, triumphantly. Sam glowered at the two, both the exact same height, the one on the left looking at him lovingly, dressed in the same clothes as she had been last time, her blondish hair matted and dirty, her nails chipped, her skin pallid, and it seemed as though she had put on even more weight since the last time he had seen her, a few months ago in Delaware.

And the one on the right, she was clad in a slim fitting black dress, her eyes alight with smug, triumphant malice. Her hair was also blonde, but there were black streaks through it, as if to contribute to the impression that she was evil, and it was in a much better state than her counterparts hair was. Her lips were deep red, sumptuous, her skin darker than her counterparts, her nails long and painted black.

Sam glowered hatefully at the two of them, women he despised, hatred and self recrimination filling him. This was all his fault, he had enabled this to happen. Whatever the hell it was that had happened.

Because the woman on the left, the one with the bloated figure, the matted hair, the chapped nails and pale skin, that was his insane ex wife Becky.

She was the one who had drugged him, forced him to marry her, and tied him up after nearly stripping him naked. He had been saved because he had kept fighting the tonic, and his brother who had (far later than he should have done) realised that Sam had been enchanted and had come to rescue him, freeing him from her and forcing her to help them kill the demon, all the while wanting Sam to let him kill her. That, he mused, was something he should have let his brother do.

After the demon was dealt with, he had then annulled the marriage and told her he never liked her and didn't want to see her again. However, nearly four months ago, she had joined forces with a siren, turning Dean into a siren as well, and had kidnapped him in order to try and win him back, to entrance him to love her, by taking the love Dean felt for him and putting it into Sam, directing it at Becky. However, when she had found out that the siren intended to kill her 'beloved', she had freed him. Sam, after killing the siren, had then told her that he hated her, that he never wanted to see her again, and the next time he did, he would kill her, despite seriously wanting to the last time, and he had only let her go because she had helped kill the siren she had treacherously allied with.

Clearly, she hadn't listened to his warning. He had told her to leave the country, and setting up shop in New Orleans was not leaving the country. And now, she had killed other hunters, warped the native animal life, and she had even turned Dean into a zombie and into a voodoo doll, all in some twisted attempt to get him back.

And there was no doubt this time. She was in this solely on her own, no one was helping her.

Because the voodoo priestess, impossible though it seemed...

Was also Becky.

XX

Marge was worried. She hadn't heard from Sam and Dean at all, and from what she could see in the reports she had gathered, someone was definitely up to something in New Orleans. She cursed. She should never have brought the boys into this, they had their own problems, what with rogue hunters, losing Bobby and the blasted Leviathans running around amok. And with what they had been through recently, as she knew about Walt and Roy, and had heard about their run in with a siren and a gorgon, and Sam himself had confirmed that he had been dead recently, she should have gotten someone else to investigate.

"Damn it Marge." She said, calling her nephew.

"Hey aunt Marge!" Garth said cheerfully as he answered, and she smiled at her odd nephew's exuberant tone.

"Hey Garth honey. You have any way of contacting the Winchesters? I asked them to look into something, and I haven't heard from them since." She said in concern.

"Aside from their phone and email, no. Where are they?" he asked.

"New Orleans. Raman and Danny both disappeared down there, and they haven't been seen or heard from since. I asked the boys to look into it, and now I haven't heard from them either." She said worriedly.

"Well, I'm in Mississippi, I could swing by and look for them after I finish burning this ghost off." He offered, and she nodded.

"Good lad. Be careful though honey, I don't want anything bad to happen to you either." She warned, and she could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"I'll be fine aunt Marge. Bye." He said, and she smiled.

"Bye Garth." She said, and then rolled her eyes at the clearing of his throat.

"Bye Mr Fizzles." She said reluctantly, referring to sock puppet Garth used as an 'accomplice who specialises in getting kids to open up'. Damn fool boy really was a wally.

"He says bye too! Catch ya!" he said cheerfully, hanging up the phone.

Marge looked at the phone in her hand, shaking her head.

"You know, you might be my nephew, but sometimes I really do wonder how the hell you're still in this business. Sometimes I wonder how the hell you're still alive." She lamented, vowing to get him an appointment for a therapist as soon as she could.

XX

It was like a nightmare, and in its own ways, it was worse than the ones where something bad happened to Dean, or the ones where he was evil, or the ones about Hell, or Lucifer. This was an entirely different brand of nightmare.

Two Beckys. Two insane ex wifes, one clearly more physically dangerous than the other, and the other, most likely a hell of a lot more mentally dangerous than the other.

"What the hell?" he demanded, and normal Becky squealed in delight.

"Hi Sam! Did you miss me?" she asked, running up and hugging his bare chest, and he thrashed in response, scaring her off a little.

"You crazy bitch! Of course I didn't miss you, I hate you! And considering what you've done now, I'm sorry I didn't kill you when I had the chance! What the hell is going on here? And how the hell are there two of you?" he demanded angrily.

"Sam, watch your language! I'm your long lost wife, you haven't seen me in months, you should be thrilled to see me!" she said ruefully, and he glared at her.

"The only way I will ever be thrilled to see you is if you're six feet under, with a gravestone I can vandalise telling me where you are!" he spat furiously, straining against the wooden pillar, and Becky retreated, her eyes alive with hurt.

And then, dark Becky, raised a hand, and Sam suddenly felt himself thrust against the back of the pillar, unable to move.

"Now now Sammy, you ought to be pleased to see us." She said, licking her lips in a predatory fashion.

"And why the hell would I be pleased to see, well, either of you, when I hate you?" he demanded angrily, and dark Becky smiled.

"Because we are the only way your brother will ever draw a breath again." She said smugly, and Sam tried once more to launch himself at her, but held as he was with her powers, all he did was exhaust himself.

"Bitch." He snarled, and dark Becky slapped him across the face, a warning glint in her eyes.

"Now now Sammy, we won't tolerate such language from our husband." She said scoldingly, and Sam glowered at her.

"It's bad enough that you still think I'm married to one of you, never mind two of you. What did you do to Dean? Where is he?" he demanded fiercely, and dark Becky flicked her finger, and his dead brother flashed back into existence on the table.

"We freed him from the spell, so when you cooperate your brother will go back to normal rather than hurriedly decompose like the others." Dark Becky explained.

"Sam, look!" normal Becky said in delight, and Sam blanched as he saw what she was showing him.

It was voodoo doll Dean. His brother's head, transplanted on top of the thick, bulky clay body. Sam looked at his brother's face, his wide, pained eyes which were focused straight ahead, his mouth open in a silent scream as he was entombed within a voodoo doll forever.

"No, Dean..." Sam protested, tears in his eyes as he beheld the doll where the essence that was his brother was stored.

"Now, if you want your brother to be Dean again, you had better behave Sam." Normal Becky said earnestly, patting his face slightly, and he cringed away from her touch.

"Please, fix him, he..."

"He stole you from me!" both Beckys screamed in unison.

Sam rolled his eyes. Great, double the crazy.

"You know, I am going to get out of this, then I'm going to take great pleasure in killing the two of you." He vowed darkly, and both of them looked smugly at each other.

"I don't think so Sam, you won't have a choice. You see, ever since we arrived here, we've been planning for this moment. That's why we've been worshipping Ezrulie. The loa of love. She'll make sure you love me for all eternity." Normal Becky said dreamily, and Sam decided enough was enough.

"You killed innocent people. You've killed my big brother, you turned him into a zombie and into a voodoo doll, and you want me to love you forever? Dream on. After everything you've done, I will never love you, supernatural mojo or not." He growled, and dark Becky shook her head.

"Like we said, you won't have a choice, Ezrulie will ensure that you have to behave yourself, be our loving husband." She said happily, and he closed his eyes in a grimace.

"Becky...you were a pain before, you were crazy before, but now you've crossed the line. Now you aren't just helping evil, you've become it! You've killed innocent people, killed Dean, all so you could get me back? You know I don't love you, and you're deluded enough to think killing people will drive me back to you? You're crazy! You've turned my brother into a voodoo doll! How can you think I would ever love you after that? Killing people, hurting Dean, you've become the thing we hunt! What happened?" Sam demanded furiously, pulling at his bonds again, but he felt like he had to do something even though he knew it would do little to affect the outcome.

"You did!" normal Becky screeched angrily, tears in her eyes, and Sam had a sneaking suspicion he was going to regret asking that question.

"And how did I cause you to turn evil?" he asked, striving to keep his voice controlled so he didn't yell at the already over emotional crazy person, while her alter ego watched in grim silence.

"You betrayed me! Treated me with cold rejection! You're not the only one with feelings in this relationship." She said in a bratty voice.

"Yeah, but I'm the only one with sanity in this relationship." He muttered under his breath.

"After you killed Nick, and you must learn Sam, that we don't kill our friends, no matter what they've done! Anyway, after you killed Nick, you kicked me out of my home. It was my home, I was the one who should have kicked you out, not the other way around. But I was so upset with what you said to me, I wasn't thinking straight. You were really horrible to me that day Sam, and I hadn't done anything to deserve it. I'm your wife and I want to be treated with respect!" she shouted petulantly, and Sam rolled his eyes.

Hadn't done anything to deserve it? No, you only joined forces with a siren and turned my brother into a siren and had him kidnap me before you tied me up again you crazy bitch, Sam thought bitterly.

"So I ran, and I had my family all laughing at me, they heard about our fight and thought I was pathetic, and told me they didn't want to see me anymore either. But I knew you didn't really mean it, you were just being a big grouchy pants!" she cooed, looking up at him adoringly.

Sam glowered at her. Could she really be that deluded?

"No Becky, I meant it!" he insisted, and she shook her head stubbornly.

"You were just saying what Dean would want you to say, I know you would never talk to me like that. After all, you're my husband. He never did like me, he was jealous of how close we were. Our love was written in the stars Sam." She said proudly.

"Give me a break." Sam moaned.

"Anyway, with what you said to us, we knew we had to change, you were still mad at us, and you said you wanted us out of the country. But we figured, why go out of the country? We saw our plane heading here to New Orleans, so we figured that this could be useful. And it was." Dark Becky said gloatingly.

"We had to win back your approval, make you take notice of us again. Every marriage loses its spark Sam, it's natural. So, we decided to remake ourselves out here. You wouldn't find us, you had no way to know that we were here, so we decided to stay." Normal Becky said, Sam eyeing her apprehensively.

"Why? What did you intend to achieve? You knew I hated you, so you figured you would stick around and use voodoo on me?" he demanded angrily, and she nodded.

"Yes! We would ask the loa of love to bless our marriage, and then we would never be separated again, Dean would never be able to take you away from me after that, even he couldn't overcome a loa." Normal Becky said excitedly.

"We sought out an old voodoo woman who lived here, and she told us she would help us. We learned the arts quickly, but she didn't like the fact that we were so eager to get rid of Dean. She knew about dark magic but didn't want us to use it, and we kept arguing about it. One day, we asked how we would lure you to us, and she said she didn't know. I came up with the idea of snatching people from the town, the disappearances would eventually bring hunters, and that would eventually bring the two of you." Dark Becky explained with a sly grin.

"I disagreed, it seemed a little bloodthirsty to me." Normal Becky said worriedly, and Sam wondered what the hell was going on here.

Had dark Becky just crept up after their last encounter? Sam supposed that if she was feeling angry and betrayed, hurt by his rejection, then her more primal desires would be coming to the fore more often, a desire to stop people laughing at her, to get back at the one she blamed for all this: Dean.

Sam shook his head sadly. This was all his fault. Dean had wanted to kill her after she had forced him to marry her. He hadn't let her. He had wanted to kill her after the siren escapade, but he had let her go. And now, she was split into distinct personalities, it was clear the dark one was the stronger, people were dead, and Dean was a zombie/voodoo doll.

"But, the old woman heard us when we were plotting, and she tried to throw us out. We got into a fight, and Becky was going to lose us everything we had worked towards. So, she called on me, and I took over, and blasted the woman into the lagoon, where the alligators kindly disposed of her for us. It was perfect, no one would suspect foul play, she hardly ever went out. But Becky didn't like it, she wanted to tell someone, tell the police. But I kept her focused, I couldn't allow her to lose sight of the goal...getting you back." Dark Becky said lovingly, caressing his bare, sweat shimmered chest.

"Wait, you love me too?" he demanded, and she nodded.

"Yes, but I'm not quite so single minded as my counterpart here. I'd happily play with your brother's body just as much as yours." She said with a playful smile, caressing the unknowing corpse of Dean's chest.

"Get your hands off of him!" Sam yelled, and normal Becky slapped him again, her eyes reproving.

"Now listen to me Sam! I won't be spoken to like that anymore! I know Dean doesn't like me, but he's just going to have to live with it. Well, not live with it, seeing as he's dead." She said sheepishly, with a small insane smile, and Sam struggled against the pillar again, only to be forced back by dark Becky.

"Temper temper. I simply won't allow you to possibly hurt us. You aren't the sort who goes in for domestic violence Sam. That's Dean's influence." She said irritably, and Sam glowered at her.

"Dean would never hit a girl he loves." He ground out between gritted teeth.

"Either way, you're becoming more like him. And your father, and neither of us want you to become that." Normal Becky said simply, and he glowered at her.

He wasn't like his father. Not that much anyway. After everything, he tried very hard not to be like his father in any way.

"Anyway, Becky was whining, she didn't like the plan, even though she did admit it would work. She said that it would make you mad. But I said that would add to our allure, but she still wasn't sure. As I'm sure you can tell, she doesn't have the temperament to do something like this. But I do." Dark Becky said, and Sam narrowed his eyes, wondering what the hell she had done to herself.

It was clear that dark Becky had developed into a distinct personality, and when Becky had done something terrible by accident, dark Becky had come to the fore. A psychologist would have a field day with her.

"She wanted to be in control, she was better at the dark stuff anyway, and she was good at it! She kept telling me what to do and I kept messing up, I wasn't as good at it, I didn't like the idea of using dead bodies and voodoo dolls, but she convinced me! So, she came up with an idea, to split ourselves into two. And we performed the ritual, and all the light, cheery parts came into me, and all the dark, driven parts went into her." Normal Becky explained.

"I got all the anger, all the frustration, all the jealousy, all the resentment, and I had all the power, I could finally do something for myself, stop people laughing at us. So, while she fawned over pictures of you and sat around lusting for you, learning some much needed patience, I was the one who was doing all the work. I summoned our resident loas, convinced them to work together with me, so we could get what we wanted: you, back as our loving husband, and Dean out of the picture for good. The loas agreed, but they said that they would want more souls, which I was more than willing to give them.

With the loas help, I sent alligators after the hunter and brought him here. After I had done with him I got the voodoo boy who was sneaking around. He was trying to stop us being together Sam, and I couldn't allow that. I've wanted you for so long, you're so much nicer, and smarter, and stronger and sexier than Chuck ever way. I had to have you, but now I finally had the means to do it! I didn't need anyone else, I was strong, powerful, independent, everything you look for in a woman! So I got rid of him too, before he could interfere.

Then that hunter turned up, he was investigating. He walked right into my home and demanded that I go with him. I couldn't do that, if I went with him I might miss you, I knew you would be coming. So, Becky here, who has been steadily getting stronger and more forceful herself, knocked him out and we dealt with him too.

But then Danny, did you call him? He appeared, and overheard me and Becky talking." Dark Becky said.

"He heard everything, he had been looking for the other hunter, and he was running back to town when we found out about him. He really did like you, you know. Might have had a thing for the two of you, he certainly copied Dean's look. Anyway, we had to stop him. So, while she was panicking, I took the initiative for once, and sent Raman after him, and he dragged him back here." Becky said, her grin looking very scary, her eyes rolling madly.

"And then, all we had to do was wait for you. And now, my love, lo and behold, you came back to us." Dark Becky said, and both she and normal Becky stroked his chest.

"Get off me!" he snapped, and normal Becky glowered at him.

"I said I won't be spoken to like that. Mind your tongue!" she barked angrily, and he could see just how much she had changed.

With dark Becky affecting her, her own nature had been warped and altered, she was now angrier, less weak and feeble, more independent. And it was that, by giving into her dark impulses and by splitting herself with dark magic the way she did so she could have the strength of mind, the dark ruthless streak that had always been buried far beneath the surface, that had turned her. If the two Beckys ever got back together, he dreaded what sort of wretched creature she would be. Evil and insane to the bone he expected.

"So what happens now?" he asked, looking desperately at his brother's cold, unseeing body, and the horrible voodoo doll that was really Dean.

"Well, firstly we need to put ourself back together." Normal Becky said, and Sam shook his head.

"Trust me Becky, you don't want to do that. She's been the one calling the shots, she's the more forceful personality..." he warned, and normal Becky glowered at him.

"I will not be treated like a second class citizen anymore! She is me! I'm not weak, I'm strong, and you are going to learn to respect me as a husband should. And with our powers, you won't be able to do anything. When we are back together, I will be in control." She said firmly, and Sam shook his head.

"No you won't, you've given her too long a leash and too long a time outside of you. She'll be in control, you'll be an observer. Becky, listen to me!" Sam barked, and dark Becky slapped him in the face.

"Really? Who's the strong one now? You husband mine, need us. You're tied to a pillar, your brother is dead, and his soul is in a voodoo doll. Which means, you need to make good on the promise you made in Delaware. You need to live with me, for the rest of our lives, and forget about Dean. We're in control here. And you will forget all about Dean, you will love me, and we will be happy. But, you won't forget about him straight away. Memories of him will surface from time to time, to remind you to stay loyal to me, otherwise, I'll put him right back to the way he is now." She promised evilly, and Sam shuddered. Clearly, dark Becky was a lot nastier and scarier than normal Becky.

"You'll remember him, and he will serve as a painful reminder to do what we tell you, to behave as a husband should. We'll be happy, and have kids, teach them how to hunt, and you'll be reminded of Dean, and you will know you have to listen to me, otherwise he'll die. You're the weak one now. But as time goes on, when I know I can trust you again, I'll give you more leeway." She assured him fondly, stroking his crotch, and Sam thrashed to try and stop her, ignoring dark Becky's laugh.

She then looked up at him with a smile.

"Mind you, like I said, I'd happily have him. Once we're back together, and you've learned your place, he can stay for a while, the three of us can have some fun." She said eagerly, and Sam looked at her, disgusted.

Sick, crazy bitch, she'd flipped completely. He would never forget Dean, and Dean would never forget him, no matter what she did.

"Talking of fun, the memory I got, was that you?" he demanded, and both Beckys nodded.

"We needed to make you see how much you need us. And to distract Dean." Dark Becky said, unrepentant.

"But I know you Sammy." Normal Becky said fondly, and he glowered at her.

"Only Dean gets to call me Sammy. No one else." He snarled, and she backed off a little, and dark Becky rolled her eyes at her counterparts weakness.

"The point is, we know how the thought of leaving those girls to die must be torturing you. Don't worry honey bunny, the girls didn't die. You saved them, on Gwen's orders, she was there too, she got them out while you and our grandfather in law dealt with the followers and the loa." She explained, and Sam would have breathed a sigh of relief if he wasn't still at their mercy, unable to do anything.

"So what happens now?" Sam demanded, and both Beckys grinned.

"We put ourselves back together. And then, we wait until midnight for the ritual." Dark Becky explained.

"Ritual? What ritual?" Sam asked nervously, and normal Becky smiled at him lovingly.

"The one that will make us husband and wife again silly! The one that will reawaken your love for me, and cast your love for Dean aside. We'll be together again!" she squealed in excitement, and Sam glowered at the two of them.

"Just so as you know, no matter what you do, I will never love you. Ever. I hate you. Both of you. There isn't a flicker of love within me, all there is is contempt. So, just so as you know, no matter what supernatural stuff you pull on me, just know I won't ever love you." He sneered in contempt, and both Beckys smiled patronisingly.

"Yes you will Sam. Ezrulie will make sure of that. Don't worry, she'll dig deep, and then, we'll be each others, forever." Normal Becky said, kissing his cheek.

Sam wished violently he could wipe the touch off his face, still glowering at them. He had to think of something, he had to get free before they performed this ritual and he became a mindless love slave forever. True, Dean would be restored, provided she kept her word, which he doubted considering how much she seemed to hate him, but he didn't want to be her love slave forever, thinking his life was complete. He belonged with Dean.

"You will resurrect Dean?" he demanded anxiously, and dark Becky nodded.

"Of course I will. But only once you are irrevocably ours. And then, it will be much too late for him to get you back. But yes, I will restore his body to life and put his spirit back in his body." She said solemnly, and he could see a flicker of excitement in her eyes as she contemplated having both Winchester's at her beck and call, the perverted bitch.

"Now, we need to do the ritual together, and we can't have you interrupting now can we?" Becky asked in a sweet voice.

"Becky, no..." Sam pleaded, but she didn't listen, and applied a rag of chloroform to his mouth.

A second later, Sam's head rolled back, his eyes flickered, and then his head dropped down as he fell into unconsciousness, Dean's body being the last thing he saw.

XX

Both Beckys sat on the marked table, both of them covering two points of the pentagram each.

"He looks so beautiful, so gorgeous doesn't he? How did we get so lucky?" normal Becky asked, eyeing her husband who was tied to the post, his chin resting on his bare chest, dead to the world.

"Skill and magic obviously. And like I said, Dean isn't bad either. Now, place your hand into the potion." She ordered, smiling slightly in excitement.

Normal Becky did so, her eyes still focused on her prone husband, and dark Becky extended her arm towards her copy, not quite touching the others hand.

"By the ancient spirits, we summon thee!" both Beckys chanted as one, the drumbeat irregular and offbeat, as played by their remaining zombies, other than Dean, who was still lying in state on the table next to them.

"Split from one to two to survive..." normal Becky chanted.

"The strong and the meek parted at birth..." dark Becky chanted.

"We implore you, Great Bosou Koblamin, to reunite us once more!" they cried together.

A dark, coiling shadow filtered into the hut, as the candles blazed, the wind whistled, the room creaked.

"The darkest of magic split us into two, only the greatest power can make us whole! We implore you, bequeath us your gifts!" they cried.

Their hands began to go cold in the potion, and purple light swirled around each outstretched hand.

"We split to serve your ends, to meet your needs, now they are fulfilled! Give us unity, so we may earn our true heart's desire!" dark Becky said, and smiled as she saw more purple light wrapping around normal Becky's arm than her own.

Sam had been right. She was the one in control. Normal Becky looked at her in shock, as she began to feel a pull towards her other self, rather than the other way around.

"No, something's wrong, you're meant to be going back into me!" she wailed, and dark Becky smiled.

"Not anymore. Sam was right, you should listen to our husband more. You left me out for too long. Now I'm much stronger, much more powerful than you. Do you have any idea how much I despise you? Weak, deluded, moaning, whining, not having the courage to do what needs to be done? I'm the side of you that Sam fell in love with, I'm the side of you that protected us, got our husband back to us. You just sat around feeling sorry for yourself, eating ice cream! I'm the one who did something, got him back, got his brother out of the way, got us the power to make him respect us, make him enjoy loving us, he could never love you. But me, oh yes he can love me! I'm the one he loves, the one he needs! And you, pitiful little creature, will be suppressed like you have been all your life!" dark Becky crowed, and normal Becky was shaking in far, trying to pull her arm away from her mirror, but as Sam had predicted, dark Becky was too strong now, she wasn't letting go.

"No, please!" normal Becky wailed.

"Great Bosou Koblamin, join us as one, give me what I seek! I beseech you...join us together for evermore!" dark Becky screamed, and the purple light flared, and normal Becky suddenly found herself going weightless.

"No, Sam, help me!" she cried, as she went transparent, and a second later, she was gone, sucked into dark Becky's body.

Becky smiled. She could hear the weak part of herself, crying, screaming, protesting what had happened, crying for her husband, but she brutally squashed it. Now she was calling the shots.

She climbed off the table, stroking her fingers down Dean's body with one hand, and stroking down Sam's chest with the other. Now she had both Winchesters. Soon now, she would have her husband back, Sam would be hers forevermore.

"Not long now my love." She whispered, kissing his nipples softly, before heading towards the main house, to prepare it for her husband moving back in with her.

XX

Sam awoke, vowing the next time he saw her armed with a bottle of chloroform, he was going to pour it down her throat. He hated chloroform. And he still couldn't figure out what the crazy bitch had it for, unless she used it to drug men she fancied, which wouldn't surprise him.

Becky as she had been was gone. Even normal Becky wasn't her anymore. She was now completely insane, obsessed with Sam, willing to commit murder in order to get him back, and she was a threat that had to be stopped. And Sam would stop her, if it was the last thing he did.

He shivered as he imagined him, under her spell, devastated if anything should happen to her, without even knowing that his brother was out there, and would love him and care about him in a way she never would.

She was trying to make him forget Dean. He wouldn't let her, he would fight her with all his strength. Dean was his big brother.

But then Sam looked at the table, to see Dean's dead body, staring glassily up at the ceiling, and at the voodoo doll which Becky had left looking at him, the horrified expression of pain and fear on its face, and Sam felt tears fall down his cheeks.

This was all his fault. If he'd been harder, more driven, more ruthless, four people, two of them hunters, one of them just a kid who wanted to be like him and Dean, wouldn't be dead. Neither would the old woman.

And neither would Dean. Dean would be there, with him. Dean wouldn't be a cold body on the table, or a voodoo doll. Sam now knew how awful Dean must have felt, when he had seen his body on the slab in Brandon, and at the time, he had been thinking he had done it. Now Sam knew how it felt. His heart felt like it was being crushed. His big brother was gone, dead, he'd lost him, and it was all his fault, just like it had been the first time, when he had been killed by the hellhounds.

He had gotten his brother killed, all because he was too soft. Sam felt tears run down his face. He couldn't see any way out of this, he was trapped against the pillar, unable to move, and Becky was going to alter his entire existence. And Dean, Dean would be revived, but she would make sure Dean didn't know of Sam, never remembered him, just as she would make Sam forget all about Dean. She would turn Sam into a mindless love slave who was devoted only to her, and she would wipe Dean's memory of his little brother, and the two of them would never see each other again. But that would only be after she'd had her wicked way with him and Dean at the same time, the twisted, insane, kinky bitch.

Sam looked at his brother, never having felt so truly hopeless. Even when he had been a spirit, he had at least been able to do something, to help Dean. But now Dean was gone, Bobby was stuck in the motel room, and Sam was truly alone.

"I'm sorry Dean, this is all my fault. I'm so sorry." He said tearfully, wishing his brother would give him the sympathetic understanding look he always did and then pull him into a hug, stroking his hair as he did so.

Maybe it would go wrong. Maybe he would die and be with Dean. But no, even that wouldn't work. His soul, the bit Tessa needed to make him move on, was stuck inside the doll. Even if Sam died, he still wouldn't get to be with Dean. Sam blinked tears out of his eyes. Hating himself, and feeling sorry for himself, they weren't going to help. No, he needed to concentrate, he needed a plan. He didn't know what the ritual entailed, but he was sure he wouldn't like it.

But then, something clicked in his memory from the books he had been reading. Something about the nature of loas. Sam frowned as he tried to remember it, and as he did, he felt a little flicker of hope in his chest. Maybe they weren't done for yet.

It was a long shot, sure, but it might, might, just work.

XX

Becky entered, and Sam's fears were realised. She was clad in the black dress of the voodoo priestess. Which meant any trace of normal Becky was probably gone, most likely for good. Dark Becky was now the only Becky. Sam found himself uncaring. He had tried to warn her, which had been far more than she had deserved, and she had ignored him. Ah well, her loss.

"Ah, you're awake!" she said excitedly, kissing his cheek, and he once more flinched as if it burned him.

"You know, I hope you're getting rid of those zombies." He said, and she nodded.

"As soon as I ensure your good behaviour," she said, nipping his cheek affectionately, "and fix Dean and ensure his, they're all going into the swamp, and it'll just be us! The bed's all ready, I've got his and her placemats, everything." She said excitedly, and he frowned nervously as her lustful eyes took in his naked torso.

Yep, still crazy, but there was the dangerous edge there now too.

"Good. Maybe you'll join them." He said viciously, and she slammed him with her powers, and he felt his arms and legs being pulled as if on a rack.

"I told you, I will not suffer any more of your snide comments! If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all!" she barked furiously, and he nodded urgently, and relaxed a little as she let his arms and legs go.

She then prowled towards him.

"Things are changing my love. I'm the strong one now." She whispered into his ear, trying to nibble it but falling a little short as Sam stuck his head straight up to vex her.

She rolled her eyes, and with a wave, he slid down the pillar, her head just below hers, his legs bent unnaturally.

"Ow!" Sam hissed in pain as his legs bent awkwardly.

"Hush my love, it's only a little pain." She said, and pulled a hair brush from her robes.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, and she smiled.

"Making you look nice for when you become my husband again. I want you to look your best for the first night of the rest of our lives." She said cheerily, and to his great disgust, she began brushing his hair.

He tried to move his head, and then suddenly it went stock still, he could still use his eyes and mouth, but he couldn't move his head.

"Now, don't mess up your hair." She scolded lightly, and he groaned.

This was how he was going to spend his life if his plan didn't work, as her pet husband, her pet poodle.

She finished brushing, leaving a strand swept high and hanging down the side of his face.

"Don't you look handsome pookiee?" she asked in a babying voice, and he had to resist the urge to bite her.

"If you say so." He said hatefully, and she smiled, patting his cheek, before flicking her finger at his hair.

"There, now it will stay in place for the next few hours until midnight." She said, and Sam rolled his eyes. Give him Sweeney Todd any day.

"Wait, why make it stay in place?" he asked suddenly, and she smiled.

"Because I need to get ready. And you're having a little nap." She said lovingly, and she blew a strange powder into his face.

Sam felt the powder settle inside him, his eyes rolled and he dropped to sleep, his hair staying in place as his head slumped towards his chest.

XX

When he awoke, he was on the table, and she was still in her priestess outfit, and looking at him hungrily. Dean's body was now propped up against the wall, the doll on her altar. Sam looked down at his body and saw thick, blue lines, like tribal markings, painted onto his chest and all down his right arm.

"It's time for the ritual my love. You look so handsome. When I'm done, you will be mine again!" she said in excitement, clapping her hands in delight.

"Becky, wait, no, don't do this!" he pleaded, suddenly afraid his plan might not work. After all, it was a longshot.

"Calm down honey, it will soon be over!" she proclaimed, and Sam closed his eyes, praying his plan would work, but it was difficult, he kept thinking of Dean, he wanted Dean, especially if these were the last thoughts he would ever have of him. He remembered their fireworks party, the time Dean had taught him to French kiss to impress a girl, the time Dean had been resurrected, getting him back from the siren, coming back from the dead and being wrapped in a loving hug.

"Dean..." he muttered, and Becky frowned at him. Never mind, he would soon forget all about his infernal big brother.

"Great goddess Ezrulie, I summon thee, the man I love has returned to me!" she cried, and the drumbeats, irregular as always, began, and the candles began to flare.

Sam was strapped down on the table, unable to move, but despite knowing that he still thrashed, determined to free himself from this ritual.

"My wishes are now restored, but he does not love me as he should! Your help, I implore you!" Becky cried, and she walked towards Sam, and stroked her hand gently down his naked torso, and Sam looked in shock as the tribal markings she had painted suddenly glowed, turning from deep blue to bright white. What the hell?

"Bring out all the love inside him my goddess! Return him to me!" she cried, and Sam saw a smoky substance with red eyes swirl into the shack.

"His heart is hardened by his brother, but his love will wither and die, and turn to me!" she preached, touching his face, and he felt himself go immobile, his entire body going still as the dark cloud above him glared down at him.

"Feel his love for Dean, and switch it to me, as was meant to be! We are soul mates, predestined, and I ask you reunite us, body and soul, heart to thee, mind to thee, soul to thee!" she wailed, and Sam felt his body shaking and he gave a silent scream as bright white light shone from the tribal tattoos.

Sam was shaking hard on the table, the light emitting from the tattoos, his eyes rolling in his head, his mouth open in a silent scream as the black cloud descended towards him. Sam continued to shake, his body going stiff and rigid as the smoke smothered him. Sam began to thrash, the cloud suffocating him, he couldn't breathe, he wished he could move his hands. The tattoos were still blazing, his eyes still rolling, but he had no way out of this, and such was his pain and panic that he wished for death. He gurgled in the back of his throat, desperate to escape.

"Return my love to me, now to eternity!" she cried, and the smoke assaulted him again, and Sam passed out, his eyes fluttering shut, as red light, taking the form of mist, escaped from his mouth, his eyes, his ears and from the tattoos, climbing to the cloud.

Sam was unmoving as the cloud hovered above him, and then the mist entered back into his body through the places it had escaped. Sam then awoke, giving a weak groan in his throat, and the cloud retreated, dissipating into nothing.

Becky looked down at her perfect husband. He was hers again. Her long wait had finally paid off, she had Sam back. She quickly undid his manacles, freeing his gorgeous body. Soon now, they would be free, and consummating their marriage at long last.

Sam sat up straight, robot like, and she stroked his perfectly brushed hair. Her perfect husband.

"Sam." She said fondly, and he smiled at her, turning to her and climbing off the table, his eyes fixed adoringly on her.

"Becky. My love." He said seductively, and brought her body close to his bare chest, arced his neck, and kissed her passionately.

Oh no!

Well, as some of you rightly guessed, Becky was indeed the one behind it all, but not quite in the way you expected I bet.

But now, she has succeeded. Dean is dead, his spirit trapped in a voodoo doll, and poor Sam is her willing love slave. But boy, she really has gone off the deep end this time hasnt she? Completely batty, and now her darker self is in charge.

So, one chapter to go as always! What will happen in the next chapter? Will the boys be saved, or are they doomed to spend eternity as either a love slave to Becky, or a voodoo doll (after all, whats to say dark Becky wont go back on her word?). The boys are in a nasty situation, and even though they werent mentioned this chapter, there are still insidious forces moving towards them to destroy them. What will happen next?

Becky, when she was using Sam as a poodle, styled his hair the same way it is in the dp. And the tribal markings she marked on him are the same Anakin Skywalker has in the original Clone Wars cartoon on Nelvaan if youre interested.

So, what will happen next? The boys are in deep trouble this time round.

Anyway, that's me for tonight. So please, read and leave lots of reviews! And if you havent already, please vote in the poll on my page!

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