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Chapter 5 – Something lost

Pulling into the dark parking lot, the two Winchester's eyed the abandoned building in front of them. "This looks like a trap Dean." Sam remarked for the tenth time. Other than the Impala's headlights, there was no light anywhere around; no window was lit up by an interior source.

Dean knew for a fact it was a trap; that much he never doubted. Pushing the passenger door open, he stepped out into cool night to get a better view of the surroundings. Nothing moved, no sound save for the wind rustling the trees. "Yeah, I know but if they've got Adam and it's me they want, …" Dean didn't finish his sentence. He hoped Sam would understand that he would never let anyone else get hurt because of him. Closing his door Dean headed to the trunk to get his gun and a flash light.

Sam continued to stare at the ominous building. It wasn't like Dean to go walking straight into a trap; especially when you knew it was you they wanted. He knew however that Dean was going in there no matter what, the least he could do was cover his back. Stepping out of the safety of the Impala he headed towards his brother; taking the flashlight that was handed to him.

"You ready?" Closing the trunk, the two stood side by side.

Sam let out a deep breathe, he knew there was no point in arguing the matter. "Ready as I'll ever be." Dean didn't miss the unspoken undertones.

Silently and carefully, Sam and Dean made their way into the structures. After 10 minutes of searching by flashlight, they came up empty. Goosebumps began spreading along Sam's arms. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was a bad idea. What on earth was his brother thinking when he decided to come here without backup. The obvious reason was to get Adam's soul but what was the point if none of them made it out alive?

Dean stopped mid pace, causing Sam to bump into him. "What is it?" Sam followed Dean's gaze to a small door that stood slightly opened to his left. Turning his flashlight towards it, he pulled the door open wider.

"This way." Sam watched as Dean started up the stairs without so much as a second thought. Once at the top, he followed him down the dark corridor. Dean suddenly stopped in front of a side door. The second Dean stepped inside the equally dark room, the heavy door slammed shut behind him; separating the two brothers.

"DEAN!" Sam flung himself at the door, pulling at the door handle with all his force. The doorknob wouldn't even turn in his grasp. "God damn it Dean." Sam was too preoccupied with getting through the door, he hadn't notice the three demons coming up behind him; everything went black before he could realise what was happening.

Dean spun around, his heart jumping to his throat as the door slammed shut behind him. He pulled at the handle but quickly found it was no use. Knowing he was where the Demon had wanted him to be, he decided he would continue on; hopefully finding Adam.

"Hello Dean." With the click of his fingers, the lights came on, revealing the sinister Demon calmly sitting on a dusty oak desk. "So glad you could make it." In a quick movement, the Demon had crossed the small distant and landed one inhumanly strong punch to Dean's stomach; instantly crippling the hunter into unconsciousness.

...

The first feeling to come back to Sam was cold. Where ever he was, it was freezing. Second came the pain; a persistent ache at the back of his head. Slowly, Sam found the force to pry his eyes open, despite the pounding. He spared a glance at his surroundings before letting his eye lids slide close again to ward of the feeling of nausea. After a few minutes, Sam managed to pull himself up on his elbows and then to a sitting position, leaning against the concrete wall behind him.

This isn't good, Sam thought as he studied the metal bars surrounding the small space. He brought his hand to his head, feeling the lump already forming there and the dry blood. He had no idea where Dean was and he could only hope that he was alright.

Taking in a deep breath, he really wished they had gone to Bobby's first. "it's a freakin trap."

...

"Now here's the problem Dean." The Demon eyed the young hunter before him. Dean did his best to return the even stare, despite the fact that his hearts had sunk to his stomach the second he had woken up. "You have something I want."

"Ever heard of asking?" Dean forced his voice to stay steady while testing the strength of the ropes holding him in a chair. "I don't even know what you jerks are looking for."

"When you were in Hell, Alastair trusted you more than any of the others. You really did make a lasting impression among them; you weren't there for very long and yet you made it to his right hand side." As the Demon spoke, Dean scanned around looking for anything that could help him get the upper hand. "Anyhow, I'm convinced Alastair has told you where a certain item is hidden, something very valuable."

"Listen Buddy, you've got the wrong guy. Alastair and I weren't exactly bff. You should recheck your sources." Dean racked his brain to make a connection with what the Demon was saying and what he remembered from his time in Hell.

"You know what's interesting?" The Demon chuckled in amusement as he began pacing around his prisoner. "Everyone goes on and on about you're brother's psychic abilities and yet you, the strongest of the two Winchesters, manages to go below the radar. Fascinating, it truly is."

Dean's eyebrow's arched in surprise. "Dude, your information is so backwards." So far, his plan to keep the thing talking was working rather well. But he wasn't fooling himself. He knew damn well that once the demon got the information out of him, there would be no stalling.

After another silent slow circle, the Demon came to a complete stop in front of the young hunter. "Dean, has it never occurred to you that, though most demons can read minds, not one of them as ever been able to know what you were thinking?" The Demon's voice was slow, letting each syllable roll off his tongue. Dean's brow furrowed in concentration; it was no secret that some demon's had special powers but why would they be trying to read his mind? A smile spread across the creatures features. "Never thought of it have you?"

He stepped back, a light chuckle spilling from his lips as he watched the human before him. "You have a remarkable gift, Dean Winchester, and you don't even know it." Dean watched as the Demon's hand closed against a small black device. After examining it with delight, he turned it on to see a jolt of electricity pass from one prong to the other.

Dean's stomach plummeted even deeper as he sat memorised by the electricity. "You see Dean, you have the ability to close your mind; to close it off from the world." At the sight of the younger man's confusion, the Demon continued. "You're unreadable and so unpredictable; to both sides."

Testing the strengths of the ropes, Dean did his best to keep the Demon talking. "So you're after my brain powers?"

"No, what I'm after is much more valuable than that. I'm after the Book of Salus, the last chapter of the Holy Scriptures, or what you people now call the Bible." Dean worked to free his hand, feeling the tight rope dig into the soft skin.

"And what do demons want with the Bible?" Dean huffed out, giving up on freeing his hands and worked instead to loosen his feet. "Hoping to be saved?"

"Demon?" It stopped it's pacing infront of Dean. "Who ever said we were demons?" Dean stared back confused. Come to think of it, they had never said they were demons; it was just a logical conclusion he had come to. Damn it. His situation just became more desperate as realisation set in.

"You're an angel." he chuckled mostly to himself. "A damn angel, should have known. Demons are more straight forward."

Resuming his pace, he made his way towards the desk, his right hand closing around a small black device. As the device sparked to life, Dean's eyes widened as he watched to small blue electric shocks jump from one prong to the other.

"Now, where is the book?"

...

Sam lunged at the bars for the sixth time, screaming obsanities down to hallway. Though he knew the demons neither cared or nor bothered to subdue him, it did make him feel better. He could here Dean screaming from somewhere deep within the warehouse; something that always sent shivers down his spine. Dean never screamed, never.

He carelessly wiped the sweat from his brow, his every movements showing his frustrations. The silence was broken by yet another gripping scream, forcing Sam to throw himself as the bars once more.

"DEAN!"

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