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Secrets

Chapter 10 – Dream Visitation

Sam was pulling up the email from Ash as Dean started to repack the weapons bag with what he thought they might need. He knew that Sam wanted to save the girl, but he wasn't going in unprepared.

Sam read through the information that Ash had provided and sucked in his breath. "Dean, this girl has had it really rough. No wonder she's killing men." He was reading a police report that had been filed by the young girl after she was viciously raped and tortured by an older man. Sam realized that the scar he had seen on her face must have been from that attack. "Dean she was brutally raped and tortured before she was 18 years old…she was just a child Dean."

Dean looked up. "I know Sam, but that was a long time ago. She made the choice to be a prostitute man, and she's the one killing men now. I don't think you're going to be able to save this one Sam."

Sam turned and looked at his brother. "Dean, you have to let me talk to her. Maybe we can get her to turn herself in, get some help."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Sam, do you really think she's going to just stop…and turn herself in? If she has mind control abilities…what's to stop her from just walking out again? Sam, you have to face it…there may be some of these people we won't be able to save. We can try, but in the end, if she continues to use her abilities for evil…she will have to be destroyed." Dean watched the play of emotions over his brother's face. He realized now that his role would be the one to get the job done. He didn't think Sam had it in him…he just hoped that he did. Each time he had to kill a human, a small piece of him died. He didn't like it, in fact he hated it. But he also understood that in war, innocent people sometimes died. And this was a war…his father had said as much. A war that he was going to make sure that Sam survived.

Sam looked at his brother and once again realized how lucky he was to have him in his life. He could have easily had the life that Max or Webber or even Trisha had. If he was able to avoid what the demon had planned for him…it would be because of his big brother. "Dean, I have her address here and the address of the night club. What do you want to do?"

Dean looked at Sam and realized that his brother was still exhausted from the previous day's visions. Luckily there hadn't been any visions today so far, but he knew that Sam needed more rest before taking on this woman. "I think that you should lie down and try to get some rest. I'll go over and scope out the apartment. Then both of us can hit the club tonight."

"No Dean, you can't go in unprotected…what if she uses her mind control on you?" Sam began to stand, but the room spun crazily. He would have fallen if Dean hadn't reached him and guided him to the bed.

"I'm not going to go in unless she's not there Sam…besides; you're in no shape to take on anything right now. You need to get some sleep." Dean gently pushed Sam down onto the bed.

Sam knew Dean was right; he was too weak right now to take on Trisha. "You promise, you won't go near her Dean?"

"I promise little brother…now you get some rest while I go check things out. I need you sharp for tonight." Dean sat and watched as Sam's breathing evened out in sleep. He hated to leave Sam alone, but they needed more information on this woman before they could figure out how to deal with her.

"Don't worry Sam; we'll get this figured out." Dean patted Sam on the shoulder as he checked to make sure his gun was loaded and headed for the door.

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Dean whistled as he entered the two bedroom condo that belonged to Trisha. "Well, you certainly can't be doing too badly for yourself."

Dean noticed the expensive furnishings and the size of the spacious condo. It was almost as large as some of the homes that they had rented when they were younger. As he moved through the condo, he couldn't help but notice how clean everything was…clean and almost antiseptic. There were no family pictures on the walls or tables, no personal belongings thrown around. As he moved to the first of the two bedrooms, he shook his head. "This girl is really screwed up."

The first bedroom was as neat as the other rooms. Dean opened the closet and noticed that skimpy flashy outfits hung neatly on the hangers. He pulled out a frilly red outfit, his eyebrow quirked as he imagined the young woman who wore it. "Boy, she is definitely not in your league Sammy boy."

Dean carefully put the outfit back and continued to search the room. So far, he hadn't found any weapons or anything that would indicate that he was in the home of a psychic serial killer. He decided to check out the last bedroom before he returned to Sam.

This room was exactly opposite of all the other rooms in the house. There were clothes strewn on chairs and on the end of the bed. He also noticed the handcuffs that were attached to each side of the bed posts. The bed was unmade and looked like whoever had used it had tossed and turned in their sleep. On the table, he found a bottle of pills. Picking it up, he noticed that they were prescribed for Trisha and appeared to be some kind of sleeping pill.

"Ok, so maybe I am in the right place after all…" Dean murmured as he found a hidden drawer that contained knives and other implements of torture that he really didn't want to think about.

Dean decided that he better get moving before the owner of these instruments returned. At least there didn't appear to be any guns, but then he didn't know how far this woman could use her mind control. If she was making Sam see her visions…he didn't want to think about it.

Getting into the Impala, he quickly headed for the hotel. He had to check on Sam and then figure out a way that he could avoid being mind controlled. One thing was certain; he wasn't going to let Sam do this one on his own.

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Sam groaned in his sleep. He could see the face of the young woman named Trisha. As he watched, she turned and looked at him a sad smile on her face. "Hello Sam."

"How can you see me?" Sam asked

Trisha smiled. "Sam, why ask what you already know. We are all connected through him."

"Enlighten me then" Sam said as he moved to sit beside the young woman.

"I can do more than that Sam" Suddenly there was a loud bang as a dark stranger entered the room and stood before them. Sam sucked in a quick breath as he looked up into the yellow eyes of the demon.

"You! I'll kill you!" Sam screamed as he stood preparing to lunge at the man smiling in front of him. The demon simply moved his head slightly and Sam found himself slammed against the wall of the room.

"Go ahead psychic boy; let's see what you have learned since I last saw you." The yellow eyed demon moved over to Trisha and placed his hand on her head. "This one has learned well, haven't you dear?"

"Yes, you have shown me so much. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't found me and helped me." Trisha looked at the demon, tears spilling from her eyes as she turned to Sam.

"He saved me Sam, if it he hadn't appeared to me in my dreams, I would have killed myself. But he stopped me and explained that I had a power that would allow me to get even with all those bastards who hurt me and others."

"Trisha, he is lying to you. Those men didn't deserve to die, they didn't rape you. The man who did that is in prison." Sam was trying to reach the girl, but he could see her shaking her head.

"No he's not; he was the second one to die. Now I punish those who would use women for pleasure…I make them suffer like I did at the hands of that monster."

"You're killing innocent men Trisha…can't you see that? These men don't deserve to die." Sam struggled against the force holding him to the wall, but once again his powers eluded him.

"Who are you to judge Sam…you've never suffered like I have. Besides, who are you to determine who is innocent and who is not? You have killed, did you give them a trial…I don't think so...he's told me what you've done and that you are now looking for me. I can't let you stop me Sam."

"You see Sam; she's accepted my help and is happy with her life." The yellow eyed demon approached Sam smiling.

"And what do you get out of it?" Sam asked gritting his teeth as the pain in his head began to grow.

"Me? Oh, I get plenty Samuel. You see, my job is to spread evil through murder and blasphemy. In order to do my job, I need an army of special children, like you, like Trisha to help me. But you Samuel…you could be my greatest acquisition. "

"I'll never help you…" Sam screamed as the demon motioned at his shirt, a slash appearing on his chest that quickly turned his shirt to crimson.

"Not yet, but soon Sam. Either you will join me or you will die. You see, there is no other option for you. Your father knew that and thought he could protect you. But now that I have him, you no longer are protected. Your brother can't help you…he can't even help himself right now…so full of hate and pain. You are on your own Samuel and you will join me."

"Never!" Sam yelled as he watched Trisha swallow. Suddenly, she looked like she wasn't so sure that she had made the right choice. Sam saw the frightened young girl surface for a moment. "See Trisha…see him as he really is. You are better than this. You could use your powers to help people…argh!"

Sam screamed as the pain in his chest increased along with the pain in his head. "She can't hear you Sam, she is already mine and you can't do anything about it. So what do you say, let's make this easy on everyone here…will you accept me?"

"NO!" Sam yelled.

"Fine, then let the games begin." The demon let Sam drop to the floor as he took Trisha's hand and left the room. Sam tried to rise, but his body wouldn't let him.

"Dean…Oh God Dean!" Sam cried

TBC

Raven524: Ok here is the promised chapter…for some reason the site is giving me problems uploading so I've had to put this in notepad and reformat. (grrrrrr) But we'll keep trying. I hope you guys are still enjoying the story…don't forget to drop me a line. I can review them on the site until the alerts start working again.