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Blind Faith

Chapter 4 – Exorcism

Sam shrugged. "He's dead already you bitch and so are you!" Sam pulled the trigger as the demon started to push Dean in the path of the bullet. Sam screamed as he saw his brother fall to the floor. "DEAN!"

Sam watched in horror as Dean fell to the floor, bringing the Demon down with him. He groaned as he tried to get to his feet, but decided that crawling would work just as well. "Dean, hey" Sam said, his voice hitching in his throat.

"How about getting the heavy Dude off of me little brother?" Dean groaned, the pain in his shoulder making it hard for him to breathe much less stay conscious.

Sam rolled Dennis off his brother and felt for a pulse. The man was still alive, just unconscious. Sam noticed that the bullet had just grazed the man's skull. He sighed with relief; at least he wouldn't have to live with another death on his conscience.

"Are you ok Dean, can you move?" Sam groaned as his ribs complained.

"Yeah, sounds like I'm in better shape than you Sammy…what's wrong?" Dean could see the pain in Sam's bruised and bloody face.

"I'm fine Dean, help me get Dennis secured ok?" Sam stood on unsteady legs and moved to get the hand cuffs and rope from their weapons bag. He watched as Dean staggered to his feet and began to pull Dennis towards the door.

"You know we can't do this here, right Sam? We have to find some place quiet." Dean helped Sam secure the man and then helped him get the man to the back seat of the car. Dean just hoped the man would stay out long enough for them to find some place private.

After a few moments, the brothers had cleaned the room and were once again on their way into the night. Dean looked worriedly at Sam who once again had fallen quiet. "You know that demons lie right Sam?"

No response.

"Come on Sam, I need you with me on this…snap out of it." Dean watched as Sam swallowed and turned to gaze at him. He hated the look of despair and hopelessness that he saw in Sam's expressive eyes.

"Dean…I don't remember…God, what else did I do?" Sam turned and stared out the window, to tired and sore to think about it any more.

Dean drove until he found what he was looking for, an abandoned house on the outskirts of a town. No neighbors to hear the screams and the perfect place to get rid of one demented demon. "Ok Sam, you watch our friend back there while I check it out and get things ready."

Sam nodded and turned to look at the unconscious form of the man behind him. He still couldn't help but wonder what had happened. The image of the girl flashed in front of his eyes, followed by the face of Steve and Jo…so many people hurt and killed because of him. Sam jumped when the passenger door opened and Dean's face appeared. "Ok Sam, we need to get this over with. I'm tired of dealing with this sick puppy."

Sam got out of the car and helped Dean get the unconscious man into the house. Dean noticed the way Sam was holding his ribs and caught the pain filled gasps as they carried the man inside. After this, he would need to do a thorough exam, but for now he knew that Sam would hold up his end.

Dean had secured the man to the chair in the middle of the room, leaving the hand cuffs in place, but tying his chest and legs firmly to the chair. He didn't want a repeat of what had happened at Bobby's. Both boys jumped as they heard a soft groan from the man in front of them. "Sam get ready to start reading…I want this bitch gone!"

"You know Dean, this is really getting old. How many times do I have to tell you? You can't kill me and as you saw, I can come back and get you anytime I want." Dennis smiled and looked over at Sam.

"Sammy, after all the fun we had and you do this? I mean, what's a few dozen killings here and there? Oh, that's right…you don't remember do you…well let me help!" Dennis closed his eyes and began to mumble a strange language under his breath.

"Sammy start reading now!" Dean yelled, he didn't like the way things were going.

Sam glanced at the words on the page, but suddenly he couldn't see them, it was if the flood gate in his mind was released and he was filled with visions of killings. Sam grabbed his head and fell to his knees, screaming in agony as one person after another appeared in his mind. All of them pleading for him to stop and all of them staring at him as the lights in their eyes were extinguished.

Dean ran to Sam and decided that enough was enough. He grabbed the book and began to recite the exorcism. "You might be able to send me back…but I have already won…you're brother is a big time killer now Dean…he's one step closer to being my father's favorite soldier. And there is nothing you can do about it." Dennis screamed as Dean continued to read, ignoring the demon's ranting.

"The war has already begun you fools, my father has begun the gathering and has set those who would fight against him against each other…thanks to your brother, soon there will be no one left to fight." Dennis screamed again as Dean finished the ritual. He watched as the demon smoke disappeared, leaving behind the unconscious form of Dennis.

Dean moved forward and felt that Dennis had a strong pulse. Patting the man on the shoulder he remarked. "Well, Dude…you'll have a bit of a headache and probably wonder what the hell happened. But at least you don't have a girl inside you anymore!"

Dean quickly removed the restraints and made the man more comfortable. He searched the mans' pockets and noticed a cell phone. He pulled it out and began to scroll down recent calls. His heart froze as he saw Ellen's phone number along with some other numbers he didn't know. Pocketing the phone, Dean moved towards Sam.

"Hey Sammy, you still in there?" Dean didn't like the blank look that his brother was giving him. He gently tapped Sam's face, grimacing at the bruising that marked it.

Sam tried to break through the images assaulting him as he heard his brother urging him to come back. After a few moments, he managed to close his eyes and will the images to the back of his mind. But the damage had been done. Sam had seen the killing rampage that Meg had gone on in his body. He looked up at Dean and couldn't keep the sob from his voice. "Dean…I think…I….Oh God, there were so many…"

Dean pulled Sam up, groaning as his shoulder complained. "Come on Sammy, we need to get away from here and then I have to make a few phone calls before we move on. We'll figure this out Sammy ok…just give me time." Dean almost begged. Sam nodded as he moved towards the car and sank into the passenger seat.

Dean had been driving for about a half hour, wondering what to do first. He was running out of options. With the police, FBI and now more hunters after them, all he wanted to do was find a hole and pull Sam in with him. But after what Meg had said, he had to try to do something. He looked over and saw the Sam had finally fallen asleep, or unconscious, he wasn't sure which. He had to find a place for them to hole up so that he could check Sam out.

Pulling out his cell phone he dialed Ellen's number. The phone was answered on the first ring. "Where in the hell are you boys!" Ellen demanded her voice angry. "I just spoke to Jo; you have some explaining to do Dean Winchester!"

TBC

Raven524: Wow, you guys are really great...thanks for all the wonderful reviews. I can't tell you how much you made my day today...a big hug to you all! So we left with a gun shot...mean, I know. But I just can't resist a good cliffie. Of course, I try not to leave you all for too long...so here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it!