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YEAH!!! This story finally started talking to me again! I thought for a while there that this one was going to die a terrible death but last night, out of the blue it just started speaking and hasn't stopped. I'm off now to work on the next chapter! Sorry it took so long but darn I hate writters block!

Chapter Ten:

"Run," Dean shouted at Sally jolting her into action once again. She ran as fast as her condition would allow her to blessing the long walks and slow jogs she'd been doing as part of her exercise program since becoming pregnant. She sped across the chamber and entered the tunnel that they hoped led out of the mines.

She was several dozen yards into the tunnel when she realized that Dean was not following her and turned to go back. She heard the sounds of struggle before she rounded the turned just in time to see a robed figure strike him on the head with sickening force. Sally gasped as she watched her rescuer fall to the ground unconscious. As she stood there trying to decide what to do her baby kicked reminding her of her priorities and forcing the decision she did not hesitant to make.

Wiping the tears that started to form in her eyes she whispered, "I'm sorry Dean," before turning and continuing down the tunnel searching for the exit. It didn't take long to find and she was surprised when the tunnel opened up into a small building. Cautiously she entered the room adjoining the tunnel looking for the door that would lead to freedom. The room was more like one giant walk in closet. The walls were lined with robes most of which were black, but a few read ones lined the far wall near the door that she hoped would lead out.

She opened the door slowly like she'd seen Dean do earlier looking for any sign of movement on the other side. When she was sure she was alone she slipped quietly from the room and crept slowly down the short hallway. She was shocked to find the hallway led to the inside of a church. A church that looked like most other churches. The main floor was lined with pews that faced a very normal looking alter. Normal except that the cross that hung above the alter between the two large stained glass window's was inverted.

Shaking her head she looked for another door and spotted it across the width of the sanctuary and quickly moved across the room. She reached for the door but didn't have a chance to grab the knob as the door was pushed open by a large brutish looking man with a very surprised look on his face. Giving him no time to think Sally used the heel of her palm to smash his nose sending him reeling back the way he'd come.

"You bitch," he spurted as his hands went to his nose in an attempt to stop the blood that flowed freely.

Sally didn't take time to reply, instead she stepped forward after him and snapped a kick to his groin doubling him over to the floor before kicking him again in the face until she felt something break and realized he was not moving. She stood breathing heavily for a moment before looking around. She found herself standing in front of a pair of large oak doors and without further thought she opened them and slipped out into the bright light of the afternoon sun.

Two hours, two freaking hours is how long it took Sam to find the maps of the mines and he still had to compare them with the current topographical maps and pinpoint the mineshaft his brother had fallen into and gather the things he'd need to get down into the mineshaft.

Even with the maps it took him nearly forty minutes to find the shaft concealed within the thick bushes. When he shone his flashlight down into it, he knew there was no way his brother could have taken that fall without injury. He couldn't't see the bottom and the shaft seemed to take nearly an eighty degree angle.

Sam pulled the rope out of his bag and tied one end to the nearest tree and dropped the other end into the opening. He shouldered his backpack hoping the mineshaft would widen some as he descended. After making sure he had his flashlight in his pocket and it was working he began his descent.

There were several places where the shaft opened up slightly, but for the most part it was a tight fit for him, especially with carrying the backpack. In more then one place he had to remove it to get through. Midway down he found Dean's bowie knife wedged in the mine shafts wall still encased in its sheath. Putting the knife into one of the many pockets of his jacket Sam continued down.

"Damn," he said when he reached the end of the rope but not the end of the shaft. He pulled out the flashlight, shining it down as far as he could but the light didn't penetrate to the end of shaft.

His head throbbed painfully as consciousness returned but he realized quickly that was the least of his problems. He was bound at the wrists, biceps, chest, thighs and ankles. His shirt had been stripped from him leaving him bare-chested and he hung upside down on the central cross in the alter chamber.

Vertigo and nausea slammed into him when he opened his eyes and it was all he could do to keep the bile from rising. "Son of bitch," he said quietly struggling futility against the ropes that bound him.

"There is no point in struggling. You were chosen by the magic of Lucifer you can not get away."

Dean turned in the direction of the speaker and as he'd already suspected it was the staff wielding man. "Bite me," he replied to the robed figure as he watched the man's approach. "What the hell kind of Satanism are you practicing here anyway? Satanists don't believe in God or the devil. What happened to the whole, 'I am my own God' thing?" Slowly Dean worked the rope tying his right wrist over the cross dragging is back and forth trying to loosen it.

"Satanists believe in what we have seen and know to be real," the man replied.

Dean rolled his eyes as the blood pounded into his head. Being tied upside down to a cross was not the most pleasant way to spend time. "Right and you've seen Lucifer? You know you're nuts right."

"Yes, we all have. Do not worry," he replied. "You will too. In fact, after tonight you will have no choice but to believe. Lucifer appears to all of us at each of our rituals. He joins with us and shares his bounty before taking his sacrifice. Tonight you will become a believer before you join him forever."

"Great," he muttered to himself as he struggled against his bonds. "I'm stuck with a bunch of Black Bible Thumpers. Jesus what will they think of next?" He was running out of time and he knew it. Other robed figures were beginning to arrive and slowly the room was beginning to fill.

"Tonight's ritual is for the protection of our Grotto," he replied. "We will be doubly blessed as we now have two sacrifices to make. The death of Brother Hawkins and yourself will help protect and sustain our grotto."

"Magister," another robbed figure said as he approached. "Brother Hawkins has requested that you bless him before the ceremony begins."

The Magister nodded. "I will return to bless you also," he told Dean before following the other figure.

The rope was two hundred feet long and according to the mine's map it should have reached the end of the shaft. He had two choices, go back up, or let go of the rope and continued the rest of the way down. "Just once," he said to himself. "I'd like to do things the easy way. Have things work out the way we freakin plan them!" He brought his backpack to the front of him and turned around laying flat with his legs spread pressing into the sides of the shaft before releasing the rope and "walking" down the shaft.

Twenty minutes later, sweat was dripping into his eyes and his legs were beginning to cramp as he continued down into the mine using his hands and feet to brace himself. He was sliding his left hand down when he brushed against something cold and hard. Shining his flashlight he saw Dean's .45 wedged between two rocks sticking out of the wall. He reached out to grab the gun and had just gotten a grip on it when his foot slipped and he started sliding down the mineshaft.

Sam slid down the shaft his pace quickening as he failed to stop his downward motion and suddenly he found himself falling though open space. The meager light of the flashlight allowed him the knowledge that it was only about a twelve foot drop but it was still painful when he landed bending his knees and rolling. He stopped before he smashed against the far wall.

Finding the flashlight he'd dropped in the fall, he stood up and looked around. He was in what looked like a small storage room. Shining the light around he spotted several dark stains on the wall he'd nearly hit. He bent running his finger in the largest fresh looking stain and quickly realized it was blood. Turning he shown the flashlight up at the mineshaft he'd fallen from and back at the wall. "Dean," he whispered.

A/N - Well... I hope it was worth the wait! Please review and let me know!