Here we go with the next chapter

Chapter Ten

Jess was quiet when she returned home with Mary. Sam stood up from the sofa where he had been sitting upon her return.

"How did it go?" He asked; his voice full of worry.

"It went okay, as well as to be expected," she explained. "I just wanna go to bed and be with Mary, I can't deal with this right now," Jess told him as tears began to form in her eyes. "I need to be alone."

"I understand," Sam said to her as she began to climb the stairs. She looked tired and anxious and that made Sam worry. He needed his brother back. He needed to do something to help so he didn't feel so useless. He picked up the phone and dialled Bobby's number.

"How'd it go?" Was the first thing Bobby asked when he answered.

"Mary's home," Sam replied and gave a soft sigh. "Jess went straight upstairs with Mary when she got home. She's not taking this too well and she needs some time alone with her. She didn't say anything about Dean."

"You just gotta give her time but we need a plan to get Dean back."

"I'm coming over; just give me a minute to tell Jess."

"Make sure the house is protected."

"I will," Sam replied and hung up. He dropped the phone back onto the table and made his way up the stairs. He gently knocked on the door of the bedroom and pushed it open. He found Jess sitting on the bed; clutching a sobbing Mary tightly in her arms and crying quietly. Sam sat down on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. They both sat like that for several minutes until Jess quietened down. "We're gonna get him back, I promise."

"What if they get to him first?" She asked; her voice cracking as she spoke. "What if they kill him?"

"Dean won't let them. He'd probably stay alive just to annoy them," Sam told her which elicited a small laugh from Jess.

"You're probably right," Jess said as she pulled away from him and rested Mary down on the bed who continued to cry loudly. "She hasn't stopped crying since I brought her home. She misses Dean. I don't know what to do without him. I don't want him to die; I can't do this without him."

"Well then we'll just have to find him. I'm going over to Bobby's to try and come up with something. Will you be okay here?"

Jess shook her head, "I don't want to be here on my own."

"Come on," he took her by the hand and pulled her off the bed. "Get Mary's things and come with me." Jess nodded dumbly but did what he said. She grabbed Mary's things and placed them gently into a bag.

"Do you think that we can win?" She quietly asked him; so quiet that he almost didn't hear her.

"We can win," he vehemently told her. "I'm not going to settle for anything less."

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Dean was in agony; more pain than he had ever felt in his life. It was almost too much to bear. His screams permeated the air; making Meg grin maliciously as she rested the hot poker back down onto his bruised and bloody body.

"Are you ready to talk yet?" She asked; pulling away the poker and relishing in the foul and sickening burning stench of flesh. It made Dean want to vomit but he'd thrown up everything on his stomach hours ago.

"Go to hell, bitch," he croaked; his voice weak from all the screaming as a cramp hit his stomach and he started to wretch. He shivered violently and tried to curl up into a ball but he was strapped to a chair and couldn't move. Meg didn't want him to move.

"Believe me I've been and I'm not going to go back. I'm going to bring it here."

"I'm not gonna let you."

"You're not going to have a choice," she told him as she heated up the poker once more and rested it on his chest causing him to scream loudly once again. "You will tell me."

"You won't find out where it is if I'm dead," he hissed as he breathed through the pain. "And I'm not gonna tell you as long as I'm alive."

"I have ways of making you talk that don't include torture. I could get the information out of you in a heartbeat and you would never even know that you had told me."

"Then why the torture?"

"Because it's fun," Meg smirked. "I like the power I have over you right now; I like hearing you scream," she took his face in her hand and squeezed his cheeks. "It's a good revenge for what you did."

"Is that what all this is about? Revenge for what I did to your father? You want to finish this because that's he wanted and that makes you pathetic."

"It's not about him," Meg angrily told him and backhanded him across the face; causing his head to snap to the side. "I'm doing this because if I don't then there will be others who will take my place."

"So this is about a power struggle? You want to stay on top but there's something more powerful," he groaned. "Sucks to be you then," he mocked.

"No; it sucks to be you."

"I'm not the one trying to stay on top."

"But the demons that are trying to take over really don't like Sam for some reason; I can't think why. Anyway they really want him dead."

"You want him dead too."

"I want him dead for a completely different reason. I want him dead because he betrayed me; he should have stood by my side and watched this world burn but he chose you. The other demons want him dead because he's a threat."

"Sam is not a threat," Dean told her.

"He is so much more of a threat than you can ever imagine," Meg whispered softly into his ear. "He has so much power inside of him and all he needs to do is realise it. He could rule the world if he wanted to. He could destroy it if he wanted to."

"I don't believe you," Dean moaned.

"I don't care if you do or not but it doesn't change the fact that they want him dead. It would have been better for you and him if he had died that night."

"You're lying."

"I'm telling the truth," she told him as she gestured to a couple of her minions and they stood next to her. "I'm done with him for now, take him away."

Dean groaned in pain as they pulled him from the chair and dragged him away. They threw him to the floor of the room they had trapped him in and locked the door as they left. He curled up into a ball; clutching his hurt body, violent shivers wracking his body as he tried to comfort himself but it didn't work. He thought of Mary and Jess and Sam. He so desperately wanted to see them again but he was in so much pain he knew that he could never take the demons out and escape. Sam was his only hope now.

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"Where are you keeping Dean?" Sam asked as he threw a bucket of holy water over a demon. They had tracked it down and taken it back to Bobby's so they could find out some answers. So far they had found out nothing and the demon was not willing to divulge any information on Dean's whereabouts so Sam was now beginning to feel very frustrated and very angry.

"I'm not going to tell you," the demon sneered. "I really hope he's dead by now. I'm just sorry I won't be there to hear his final screams."

Sam threw more holy water over the demon and it screamed in agony. "Tell me where he is."

"Over my dead body; or someone else's at least."

Jess stood and watched Sam and Bobby interrogate the demon from a distance. She still held Mary tight to her; afraid that if she let go then she would lose her again. When she couldn't watch anymore she made her way outside to avoid the agonised screams. She sat down and waited for the screams to stop.

"How are you feeling?" She heard a voice coming from behind her. She looked up and saw Sam.

"What?" She asked; she had completely spaced out. "How long have been out here?"

"About half an hour," Sam answered as he sat down next to her. "Are you okay; you've been really quiet?"

"Yeah I just want this to be over," she sat quietly for several more minutes before she spoke again. "Sam, can I tell you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"When I went to collect Mary Dean asked me to marry him."

"That's great," Sam smiled. "Wait, isn't that great?" He asked when he saw the look on her face. She didn't look all that happy about it.

"It is great."

"Then why do you look so sad?"

"Because what if he only asked me because he thought he was going to die. What if he doesn't really want to marry me?"

"Jess he wants to marry you."

"How do you know?"

"Because he told me. He asked me what I thought about it; he showed me the ring and everything."

"When did he…?" Jess began to ask but then she realised. "The other day when I came back and he wouldn't tell me what you were talking about it. He really asked you?"

"Yeah he wanted to know if I was okay with it; you know? I told him to go for it."

"That makes me feel a little bit better," she admitted. "Now all we have to do is find him."

"We're working on it."

"Is the demon talking yet?"

"Apart from being a smartass? No he's not talking," Sam shook his head. "Bobby's working on it."

"It might be too late."

"I don't think so. I think the demon's stalling because they don't have the information they need to get the Colt."

"Then we need to find out," she told him as she handed Mary over to him. He looked confused as he took her into his arms and Jess stood up.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he followed her back into the house.

Jess grabbed the bucket of holy water from the floor and threw it over the demon. As it screamed in agony she yelled at it, "Tell me where to find Dean you demonic son of a bitch before I send your ass back to hell where it belongs."

"Do you think I'm scared of you?" It sneered again.

"You should be," she snarled back; "Because if you don't then I am going to cause you more pain than you can ever imagine. You think that hell is bad well I'll be worse. I'll make you beg to be exorcised so I'm asking you again, where the hell is Dean?"

Sam stood; amazed at what he was seeing. The demon was actually scared of her; he was visibly trembling at the threats she was making. "She's pretty good," he said to Bobby.

"Maybe a little too good."

"It's probably how she keeps Dean in line," Sam grinned and Bobby grinned back.

"I know where he is," Jess interrupted him.

"We'll go and get him then," Sam told her as he handed Mary back. "We'll be as quick as we can."

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The building was empty when Sam and Bobby arrived; there was no sign of any demons. They searched the house but everyone had disappeared.

"Where do you think they've gone?" Sam asked.

"No idea; but this doesn't look good," Bobby replied.

"We gotta find Dean," Sam said as he continued to search. He tried to open the door to the basement but it was locked. "Here," he called over to Bobby, "The door is locked." Bobby crossed the room to Sam's side and pulled out his gun. He pointed it at the lock and fired; blowing the lock apart and the door swung open.

"Come on," Bobby waved and they both ran down the steps.

Dean was lying on the floor curled up in a ball. He was shirtless and Sam gasped out loud as he saw all the cuts and bruises and burns on his body.

"Dean," Sam cried out and quickly made his way over to his brother. He kneeled on the floor next to him and rolled him over. Dean groaned in pain and clutched his sides.

"Sam?" He asked.

"Hey Dean, we've come to get you out."

"Too late," he whispered.

"What's too late?" Sam was confused.

"I told them. I didn't want to but they got it out of me."

"What did you tell them?"

"I told them where to find the Colt."