TRUST

Chapter 9

Disclaimer: Same as before. I don't own anything.

A/N: (Tap, tap, tap) Anybody out there? Sorry this took so long. I didn't realize it had been so long since I had posted last for this story. As for all of you who have reviewed? Thanks so much. And to those that I haven't responded to, do know that I appreciate your words. I'm trying to be better about that this year. Anyway, on with the story.

Also, in case you don't remember. Vinny Delfingo is the ghost that has possessed Dean, Virgil Hagen is the guy he was sent to kill, and Anthony Tessio a.k.a. Tony the Knife is the mob boss who sent Vinny to kill Virgil.

Dean just wanted it all to stop.

He fought with everything he had to break free. He kicked and pounded his fists against the walls of his internal prison. He threw threats to finish Vinny when he got out of here. Hell, he even tried to meditate hoping that if he concentrated hard enough that he might be able to gain control of his body again.

But he was still stuck and Vinny still had control.

He panted from the exertion knowing that he really didn't need the air, but it still seemed like the thing to do. He just had to think of another way to get the hell out of his head. He didn't remember much of the last time Vinny had possessed him, but the longer he was here the more he remembered. It didn't help matters that Vinny evidently loved what he did.

Dean had watched as Vinny had blindsided Virgil in the office and dragged him to the hideous motel room this all began in. Dean cringed when he realized that this was the room they had stayed in…was it only a week and a half ago? It seemed like so much had happened since then.

As he watched Vinny start to torture Virgil through his own eyes, he began to curse and fought against his invisible prison even harder. But the worst part was the remembering.

Vinny took great pride in his work and seemed to be enjoying torturing both of his prisoners. Virgil physically, and Dean mentally with memories of previous times that he had tortured people.

Sam was the center of this macrabe; Technicolor nightmare that Dean found himself stuck in. Everywhere Dean turned there was another person being tortured their screams and pleas for helping resonating through his mind.

Dean watched in horror as Vinny remembered torturing Sam. His brother's cries cut through Dean like a knife.

"Dean, please, stop. Why are you doing this? Please, what did I do?"

More cries of pain filled the empty space until Dean thought he might go insane.

"Stop."

He put his hands to his ears trying to block the screams and whimpers of pain.

"Stop!"

He fell to his knees and closed his eyes against the images that played out all around him.

"Please," he whimpered as he curled in on himself as guilt and helplessness consumed him.

He could still hear their cries. Sam's the loudest of all, and anger at himself for letting this happen boiled over. Fire burned in his eyes as he threw back his head and growled. "STOP!"

"Stop. Please," Virgil whimpered softly as he tried to look up at the young man before him.

Dean, possessed by Vinny, hit him again and his head rocked harshly to the side. Blood dripped from his lip and his vision blurred slightly from the continuous beatings. "Vinny, please, I'm sorry."

Vinny laughed harshly as he looked down at the broken and bleeding man tied to the chair in front of him. "You're sorry? For what? Stealing the money from Tony, or for killing me?" Vinny hit him again and then stood back as Virgil gasped for air.

Virgil coughed slightly and then shook his head. "You were…going to…kill me. I had…no choice."

Vinny circled around Virgil admiring the damage that he had inflicted, but he knew he needed to wrap this up soon. Sooner or later Dean's kid brother would catch up to him and he wanted this over with before that happened. "Yeah, well, you were right. Still…"

He circled back in front of Virgil and then pulled out Dean's favorite hunting knife letting the light glint off its edge. He smiled as Virgil's breathing quickened. "Now. Tell me where it is, or I'll cut off one of your fingers."

Virgil's eyes widened slightly and his eyes followed the blade with intensity born out of fear. "Tell-tell you what?" he asked.

Vinny just tsked and shook his head. "Oh, Virgil. Don't play games with me. You know what I want."

Virgil shook his head desperately. "No. No, I don't."

Vinny moved closer and played the knife along Virgil's pale face. "The money, Virgil. Tell me…where…the money is."

Virgil swallowed hard a couple times never taking his eyes off the wicked looking knife. And then it dawned on him. He then looked at Vinny with confusion. "You mean the money I stole from Tony?"

Vinny smiled cruelly and let the knife cut Virgil's cheek slightly. "Yes, the money that you stole," he said calmly. "Just tell me where it is and I'll let you go."

Virgil knew that it was a lie, but he had to hope that maybe there was some way out of this. "You mean…all this is about some money that I stole over forty years ago?" he asked a little incredulously.

Vinny eyes grew hard as he stared at Virgil. "Unfinished business, Virgil. Now…where is it?" he moved the blade below Virgil's chin and lifted it slightly forcing Virgil to raise his chin too.

Virgil closed his eyes in fear and inhaled sharply before speaking. "Gone," he whispered. He opened his eyes to look into the boy's shocked green eyes. "It's all gone."

Vinny just stood there for a moment. "You're lying," He said in slight awe not sure what to believe.

Virgil shook his head slightly still aware of the tip of the knife pressing against his throat. "No, I'm not. I used it to buy this motel and to create a new life. There's nothing left."

Vinny let the blade lower slightly as he stared at Virgil in disbelief. He had thought for sure that if he had found the money that it would be over. He would be free. But if it was gone…Anger flared in him and with a cry of frustration he hit Virgil with a powerful right hook. The blow caused the chair to topple over and Virgil was knocked unconscious. "NO!" Vinny shouted in frustration. It couldn't be gone. If it was gone, then what was holding him here?

He searched through Dean's memories for some explanation. Some clue as to what he was supposed to do. Finally, he came upon a thought and knew exactly what he needed to do.

Sam watched as the green sign they passed said that it was 60 miles to Altus. His leg bounced with nervous energy as he wished for the millionth time that they could get there quicker. They had made really good time, but he still felt like they needed to go faster.

"Bobby-"

"No, Sam, I can't go any faster," Bobby said tiredly as he continued to stared out the windshield as if he had been expecting the question. "I'm already going 80. If we go any faster, we risk being pulled over by the cops; and then we'll never get to Dean in time."

Sam sighed in frustration and rubbed his eyes. "I know. I know. It's just…I feel like something really bad is going to happen." He let his hand drop to his lap and clenched his jaw in determination. "I can't lose him, Bobby. Not after everything that has happened."

Bobby glanced over at Sam and sighed. "I know, Sam. I know." He was silent for a moment and then pressed down on the gas a little harder.

Virgil began to wake up and winced as the aches and pains in his body made themselves known. He groaned slightly and tried to raise his head to look around the room not exactly sure where he was. He squinted against the bright lights that reflected off the hideous wallpaper and then everything started to come back to him. His breathing quickened as he started to frantically look around for Vinny.

His eyes landed on the shadowy figure sitting in the corner and his heartbeat increased with his fear.

"Please, don't kill me. I didn't know what would happen. Please, just let me go," he pleaded.

Vinny sat there for a moment studying the pleading man before him. "Yeah, well, Virgil. Frankly, I don't give a rat's ass what you want."

Virgil heard a scrape, like something being drug along the tabletop, and then the young man he knew was possessed by Vinny's ghost was standing. The shadows seemed to melt away as Vinny stepped closer and Virgil's eyes widened in fear as he took in the gun in Vinny's hand.

Virgil whimpered and tears formed in his eyes. "Please, Vinny. Don't do this," Virgil cried.

Vinny just shook his head and raised his gun to Virgil's head with a steady hand. "Sorry, but I gotta." He then pulled the trigger.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffie, but this chapter was getting kind of long and this seemed like a good stopping point. Don't worry. I'll post the next chapter tomorrow. So…please read and review this one and tell me what you think. Reviews are like chocolate. You can never have enough.