A/N: Apologies for taking so long to post the next chapter. There's been a ton of stuff going on around me lately, and I've had to back-burner a few things. I hope you enjoy the next installment! Also, keep in mind that while Lilith cannot use that "demon ray gun" stuff on Sam (his words, not mine, ha ha), it doesn't mean she can't have a little fun...
Disclaimer: graphic content may be present in this chapter. Reader discretion is advised.
"It's so good to see you,Sam," Lilith said with disdain as she approached Sam. She reached out to touch his face, and he moved his head to avoid her touch.
"Don't fucking touch me, bitch."
"Now Sam, you can make this experience far less painful for yourself." She twisted a hand, and Sam felt his chest tightening, as if his breath were leaving his body, but not returning. It lasted about 30 seconds. Lilith stepped back a couple of feet. "All you have to do is cooperate."
"You expect me to just let Lucifer ride around in my skin? Without a fight? You must be out of your mind." Sam felt his chest tightening again, this time a bit harder than before.
"Don't forget, Sammy, my powers may be limited, but I can still break off a few pieces..." She twisted some more, and screams of pain and terror filled the house.
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Bobby's group went out to the farmhouse around midnight. They parked down the road and came up through the woods surrounding the property. Rufus crouched behind a large bush with a pair of binoculars. They needed to go in smart. One mistake and it could cost Sam his life, and a lot of innocent people could get hurt. As he looked around the property, Bobby crouched next to him.
"What's the word?" he asked.
"Two guards are at the back door, one posted at the basememnt doors. There are men in the driveway too-" he stopped talking and stared intently at the men in the driveway. "They're carrying semi-automatic weapons, Bobby."
"Balls," Bobby grumbled. He reached into his duffel and brought out a sniper rifle. "Time for plan B." Rufus watched as he put it together expertly. "Okay, time to have a little fun with these guys. Bobby looked through the scope and aimed at the man guarding the basement doors. A shot zipped out silently and the man went down immediately. His next targets were the two guarding the basement doors. In seconds they were both down.
Rufus looked over at the driveway guards with his binoculars. They didn't seem to be any the wiser that their comrades were dead. He raised his hand, and gave a signal. He watched through his binoculars as Deacon and Joshua slipped from the trees next to the house and over to the basement doors. Joshua made short work of the lock and the two slipped inside.
"They're in," Rufus said.
"Good. Let's hope they can get him out just as easy."
"Nothing's ever that easy, Bobby."
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Deacon and Joshua descended the wooden stairs into the basement. Joshua turned on his flashlight and looked around. They were in an empty room. They knew they'd have little time to find Sam and get him out before the dead guards were found. As he slowly trained his flashlight around, he heard a muffled groan.
"Sounds like it's coming from the next room," Deacon whispered.
Joshua silently crept to the door leading to the next room. He heard the groaning again. He pushed the door open slightly, so he could get a look into the next room. The only light coming in was from a tiny basement window. Directly across from the door where he stood, hanging from shackles on the wall, was Sam.
"Holy mother of God," Joshua whispered. He turned to Deacon. "Let's get him down." The two men slipped quietly into the room and over to Sam. As Joshua worked with his lock pick to get the shackles off, Deacon examined Sam. The kid was black and blue, and bloody all over. He didn't look like the Sam that had helped him get the spirit of that nurse out of the penitentiary.
Joshua got the right shackle off. Deacon supported Sam's body as Joshua worked the left wrist. Sam stirred as his body shifted. When he opened his eyes, he tried weakly to wriggle from Deacon's arms.
"Whoa Sam, relax," he warned softly. "You're gonna be okay." Joshua released Sam's left wrist from the shackle, and Sam groaned as his body was shifted. "He's got some broken bones, Deacon. We're going to have to carry him gently." He leaned in toward Sam's ear. "I know it hurts, but you have to try and stay quiet until we get you to the car. A friend of ours is gonna take you to the hospital. All right?" Sam nodded slowly.
Joshua held Sam by his under arms, and Deacon supported Sam's lower body. They slowly carried him into the next room and up the stairs. When the reached the backyard, Joshua stopped and looked across the yard toward the woods, and nodded his head rapidly to signal Bobby. When he was sure Bobby'd seen him, he and Deacond quietly slipped into the woods, carrying Sam toward Greg and the car.
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Bobby watched through the binoculars as Deacon and Bobby slipped into the woods carrying a limp Sam.
"Joshua gave me the signal," he said to Rufus as he rejoined him. "The C-4 in place?"
"Yeah, we're good."
"Did you mix in salt and -"
"I'm not an imbecile, Bobby."
"All right, let's blow this bastard to high heaven. He ain't breathin' past today." Bobby took a small detonator from his pocket. Rufus picked up his walkie talkie.
"You got Sam in the car with Greg?" he said into the radio. Joshua's voice came back.
"We're good. Deacon and Greg are on the way to the hospital with him."
"Excellent. Is the distraction ready for our friends in the driveway?"
"Yup. All set."
"Okay cool. Get ready for the barbeque." He dropped the radio into the supply duffel. He heard the sound of an automatic weapon in the woods across from them. The men in the driveway ran around into the backyard. When they saw their dead comrades, they ran into the house immediately. As soon as everyone was inside, Bobby pressed the detonator. The house went up in a massive explosion. He dropped the detonator into his bag and gathered the stray supplies up.
"Let's get the hell out of here." the men made their way through the woods, and came out farther down the road, where they'd parked Rufus' truck. Joshua pulled up next to them as Bobby was loading his duffel into the hidden compartment under Rufus' back seat.
"Why does this feel too easy?" Joshua asked. Bobby came around the bed of the truck.
"Sometimes things just work out that way."
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All that was visible to Dean when he woke up was white. Lots of white. Was he dead? Had that bastard actually killed him? Where was Sam? He could hear his name, very muffled. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it. As he broke from his haze, the voice slid into place.
"Dean, are you with me?"
Dean blinked, and a face came into focus.
"Joshua? Wh-where am I?" he stammered.
"The hospital. What's the last thing you remember?"
"Sammy had a plan to escape. We were in the Impala, and everything went black after that."
"Bobby found you in the car on the side of the road. You were unconscious."
"And Sam?"
"He wasn't in the car."
"What the hell do you mean?" Dean's voice was raised. "Where is he? Does that bastard still have him?" Dean tried to get out of bed, but Joshua stopped him.
"Whoa, slow down. You broke your ankle, you're not going anywhere."
Dean looked down at his foot. It had been casted. Damn it!
"I have to get Sam away from that psycho, Joshua."
"We got him, Dean. He's safe."
"We?"
"Bobby called in a few favors," said Joshua with a smile that reminded Dean of his father.
"I need to see him," Dean said, attempting to get out of bed again.
"Sit your ass down," came a voice from the doorway. Dean looked up and smiled.
"Hey Rufus."
"How you feelin?"
"Not sure yet. Just realized my ankle is busted -" Dean stopped talking and shut his eyes. He flashed back to that basement. He saw Damien coming at him, and swinging a mallet. He could feel his terror, so much that he started to shake, and fell back on the bed.
"Dean!" Rufus yelled and rushed to the side of the bed. Dean slid himself into a sitting position. "What the hell was that!" Rufus shouted. Dean looked down at his right hand. It was bandaged, splinted and wrapped.
"He broke my hand," Dean muttered.
"Yeah, he did." Rufus said. "You need to relax."
"I'll relax when I know my brother is all right," Dean shouted.
"He's fine, ya idjit." Dean looked up to see Bobby come into the room. He instantly beamed when he saw the older man carrying a pie-shaped container.
"Thought this might cheer ya up," Bobby said, setting it on Dean's table next to his bed. "Doctor said you can eat it, but slowly."
"You're awesome," he said. He reached out with both hands to take the pie, but stopped himself. "Could you... set it on my lap, and open it?"
"Sure," Bobby opened the take-away box and set it on the table. He moved it so Dean could eat with his good hand.
"Thanks," he said, smiling. "Sam... how bad is he Bobby? That asshole worked him over pretty good." He took a bite of the apple pie.
Bobby turned to his friends.
"Give us a minute alone?" Rufus nodded, and he and Joshua left the room. Bobby pulled up a chair and sat alongside Dean's bed. "I have to talk to you about Sam."
Dean's heart sank to his knees. What was Bobby about to tell him?
"Dean, your brother is in a coma."
Notes: I made this chapter longer than I normally would. I had a lot of stuff I needed to happen. Sam is safe, and yes, Damien is officially dead. In the minds of Sam and Dean, he is very much alive. I'll be trying to update this once a week, if I can. Thanks for reading and I hope you've enjoyed so far!
