Well here's the new chapter, this one took a little longer to write cause I wasn't completely sure where I wanted to go with it. A big thanks to all those you have reviewed, please continue I love hearing what you're thinking!

Chapter Ten

A long stream of black smoke left the body of the blond woman, whirling around Dean angrily. He reached through the smoke to pull Hope from the water, before he faded away to blackness.

As soon as Meg left the body of the girl her concentration was broken, and Sam slid down the wall. He hit the ground running and was soon in the midst of the smoke, grabbing the holy water that he had thrown in his back pocket before Meg had shown up he splashed at the cloud of blackness. A loud shriek filled the room and the smoke rushed out of the room. A loud bang was heard and Sam knew that the door was once again shut. He rushed over to his brother and checked his pulse, he was still breathing. He then hurried the few steps over to Hope's prone body, she wasn't so lucky.

"Come on, come on.." Sam said through gritted teeth as he started CPR. On his second rescue breath Hope came to, coughing up a large amount of water and phlegm, gasping for desperately needed air.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked as soon as she was done throwing up.

Hope nodded her head slightly and Sam could only imagine the headache that was hitting her right about now. He moved back over to his brother, getting his first good look at his injuries.

"O my God, Dean." Sam said in awe looking at his brother's extensive injuries, Hope hovering over him in an attempt to see what he was looking at.

"Hope, in my duffle bag I have a large first aid kit, would you go get it for me?" Hope once again nodded and stood to walk across the room glancing at her sister, who sat rocking in the corner. The younger Winchester gazed down at his brother, he was beaten to a pulp. He gripped the top of Dean's shirt and ripped it open, making sure not to let his hands touch the open wound on his side. His entire abdomen was turning blue and purple, large welts revealed where he was struck and blood seeped from where his skin was broken by Meg's merciless boot. Sam groaned gently, imagining the kind of pain his brother was in. Hope was coming towards him with the first aid kit, a worried expression filling her face.

"Is he going to be alright?" She questioned shakily. Sam hesitated slightly before answering.

"I'm not sure, he probably has internal bleeding, and he's gonna be in a heck of a lot of pain when he wakes up." His hand reached toward the first aid kit, but Hope sat on the floor next to Dean and held it in her lap.

"I want to help." Hope said it with confidence, Sam nodded; he could use an extra pair of hands.

His attention, once more on Dean, moved to the knife wound in his side, it was still bleeding and was turning a bright purple around the cut. The edges were starting to give way to a greenish tinge. It was already infected.

"Okay, I need the bottle of alcohol and some cotton, we're going to leave the cut open. I don't want to risk having the infection get worst." Sam said more to himself then to Hope. She was just handing the medical supplies to Sam when Dean started to wake up.

"Dean?" Sam said worry tinting his voice slightly. "You okay?" Dean groaned and then answered.

"I just had the crap beaten out of me by a friggin' demon. No I'm not okay." Dean stated it with sarcasm, giving Sam hope that he was going to be fine. Dean's slight smirk soon grew into a light laugh but it soon turned into a hacking cough. By the end of the fit, Dean had thrown up a little blood. Dean gazed at his hand and quickly wiped the blood on his pants, hoping that nobody had seen.

"I have to get you out of here." Sam glanced around the basement looking in vain for an escape route, he had seen the blood that Dean had tried to hide.

"Where's Meg?"

"Gone, for the moment. She locked the door on us again." Sam had already answered Dean's next question.

"Well then we have to get outta here, now, or at least set some sort of trap." Dean said trying to get to his feet, Sam gently pushed him back down.

"You're not doing anything, at least not until I fix you up a little." Sam stopped him with a slightly commanding tone. Dean groaned at his brothers mothering but knew it would do no good to argue with him, besides he really did feel terrible.

"This is gonna hurt." Sam said, as he pored the alcohol over the cotton that Hope had handed him earlier.

"Sammy. I know that, just do it." Dean commanded, preparing himself for the pain that was about to take over his body. Sam winced slightly as he started cleaning his brothers chest, glancing into his brothers green eyes, he didn't show any sign of pain until the younger Winchester started to clean the stab wound. Dean's face balled up slightly, his hands pushed into his palms cutting off the blood circulation to his fingers, but he didn't make a sound. He always was the good little soldier, Sam thought to himself after he finished cleaning the infected area. Hope looked pale as she gazed into Dean's eyes, he had gone through so much pain yet he didn't even cry out, who were these boys? Her musings were interrupted by the sound of something dropping in the corner of the room where Rose sat by herself, the noise was followed by a little cry. Hope turned around quickly, shocked by what she saw.

Well I hope you enjoyed it, I think I know where it's going from here! LOL we'll see. Please, Please, Please Review! No flames though! Thank you!