Alrighty, here's the next chapter guys! Sorry it took me forever, but first I had midterms, then stomach flu, and finally a trip out to Ohio *heavy sigh* Well, I'll try to get my act together! If you like this, PLEASE REVIEW!

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Recap

Placing her hands on either side of my face, she mutters something in Latin; I only catch some of it, something about 'blood fire'. Damn it! Why didn't I pay closer attention when dad was teaching us Latin?! I'm trying to think what 'blood fire' could mean, when she suddenly releases me. A second later and my entire body spasms as pain pierces through my veins.

"Ah! A-aAH!" I choke on a scream, my muscles contracting so tightly that the sound is muffled and guttural.

Her soft voice penetrates the haze of agony, "Shh, hush Dean. We're only just starting."

The pain ratchets up another notch and my vision goes black. Sammy . . .

Sam POV

She entered the house ten minutes ago and Dean isn't answering his phone; I think it would be reasonable to assume that Dean's been taken by the coven. I purse my lips and push the car door open, walking around to pop the trunk. As an afterthought, I pull my phone out and call the girls. After about the third ring Taylor answers the phone. "Hey Sam, is Dean okay?" I sigh heavily and grab a gun from the trunk, tucking it into the waist band of my jeans.

"Nope, haven't heard from him, he's not answering his cell, and Julia's been home for a good ten minutes without making a fuss about some stranger being in her house. In other words, they've got him." With that, I pocket a canister of holy water; better safe than sorry.

"Okay Sam, just wait till we get there!" Her voice crackles across the phone line, quickly followed by Camie's.

"I know you want to rush in there and get to your brother as soon as possible, but if you do that me and Taylor will end up having to haul both your asses to safety."

I grimace and slam the trunk, tugging at my hair as I quickly make a decision. "Fine! I'll wait, but get here fast. . . I don't know how long Dean's gonna last."

There's a loud click and the line goes dead, signaling that they're already on their way. My phone slips back into my jacket and the waiting game begins. Dean, you better be alright when I find you!

Dean POV

I'm swimming in an ocean of blood and fire. . . It feels like I've been floating here forever, trying to stay above the waves. When I'm not drowning then I'm being burnt alive, my skin bubbling on my muscles and dripping from my bones. I'm dreaming, I must be. . . This isn't real, this isn't real . . . not real. . .

That single thought keeps repeating over and over in my mind, not having any effect. It happens very fast; one minute I'm choking on my own tongue, and the next the burning sensation just stops. I'm suddenly once more aware of my hands chained above my head, my very real physical pain, and the lingering itch throughout my entire body from the invisible fire that had scorched my veins.

"Wakey, wakey Dean!" My tormentor's voice sing songs from behind me. I subconsciously tense my muscles when she brushes her fingertips along my spine, then groan in pain as the places she touched burn white hot before growing numb. Here breath flutters against my cheek in a way I would find hot, if not for the obviously bad timing. "You ready for some more fun? Your brother's probably gonna be here soon, but don't worry. . ." her tongue flicks against the shell of my ear, "he can join."

With practically nonexistent energy, I still somehow manage to open my eyes. My lips quirk into a bitter smirk. "Go to hell bitch!"

Eyes narrowing and face taught with rage, she hauls my arms back, in one quick second dislocating both shoulders and putting extra pressure on my snapped collarbone. A scream boils out of my chest, increasing in volume until I run out of breath.

"That's for the insult." Crossing the room, she picks up my knife that had been sitting on a table across the room with my other things. "This though, this is because I can." She digs the blade into the skin covering my stomach, painstakingly dragging it across in a horizontal line and creating a stripe of crimson blood. I bite through my lip trying to block out all the pain, and instead focus on getting out of here. Sammy should have noticed I'm missing by now, and hopefully he's called the sisters and is getting some sort of backup.

While I was thinking, she'd gotten behind me and started carving long vertical gouges along my back. I inhale sharply as one cut slides deeper than the others. My whole back feels wet, my head feeling muzzier than before; most likely I'm suffering from blood loss and shock. No surprise there . . .

"I-If you don't stop cutting me, I'm gonna die of blood loss sooner rather than later," I croak out, shocked at how weak my voice sounds. She must've noticed it too, 'cause she stopped slicing me.

"Ya know what? You're right, this is getting boring anyway." I sag against the restraints, putting extra strain on my dislocated shoulders, but I'm too tired to care. "I should think of something else for us to do . . . But while I do, I think you could do with a nap." My head jerks up, just in time to meet her fist head on.

Sam POV

I'm drawn from my thoughts by the angry rumble of a car that really needs a new muffler. Looking up, I'm surprised to Taylor and Camie get out of an old Honda Civic.

"You guys made good time," I greet as I straighten from my slouch against their car.

"Well, we didn't exactly drive the speedlimit," Taylor adds, adjusting the knife sticking out of her boot.

"After all, we got you both into this mess, the least we can do is get you out," Camie continues, loading her gun. I double check my weapons while they do the same.

"Okay, we're ready whenever you are; let's get your brother back." Camie's voice cuts through my reverie. I give a sharp nod and start walking towards the house taking the lead, Taylor bringing up the back, with Camie locked in the middle and therefore more protected.

We bypass the front door, quietly heading to the back of the house; there's a kitchen door along the side, but that's most likely the door Dean used. At the back of the house, a small window is slightly open and the curtains drawn back, allowing me a clear view of the kitchen and living room. Both rooms are unoccupied, the dead silence vaguely disturbing. I turn my head to get a better view of the living room; what I see leaves no doubt in my mind that the witches have Dean. Damn it! The wood mantle is fractured, splinters of it scattered across the floor, along with bits of broken glass from the destroyed coffee table, and a spattering of blood. I motion at the window, and the sisters nod in agreement before I carefully begin lifting the window pane.

Once the opening is wide enough for me to fit, I lay my torso across the sill and drag myself through. Landing as quietly as I can, I turn and help pull first Camie and then Taylor into the room. I point to them, and motion to one side of the house, then repeat the motions with myself and the opposite side; they nod once more and break off, heading for the kitchen. Taking one last look around the living room, I start towards a side door and, praying it doesn't creak, I turn the handle. It opens onto a set of stairs that lead down into what looks like a dim basement. I hold my gun out in front of me and descend the stairs stepping on the outside edges, trying to avoid making any noise. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I turn the corner and immediately lower my gun. Against the back wall, wrists chained above his head, is a completely unconscious Dean.

I only spare a second to check the basement, before I'm dashing to him, sliding to my knees so we're level. "Dean! C'mon buddy, wake up!"

He's covered in blood and vomit, his skin overly icy and pale. Oh my God! He's not waking up . . . I need to calm down; Do an injury check. My hands shake as I gently slide them over his arms checking for broken bones; I cringe when they reach his shoulders, feeling the squish and pull of dislocated joints. Swallowing thickly, I move past his shoulders and down to his chest, stopping in horror when his collar bone bends easily beneath my fingers. A deep groan snaps me back and I focus in on my brother.

"Dean? You with me?" His green eyes creep open, hazy and glazed with pain. Damn it. . . Dean's pupils are blown wide and uneven, attesting to a severe concussion.

"Sammy?" His voice is shaky and rasps against his throat, but at least he's awake and talking. I smile in relief and set about trying to get him down.

"Yeah Dean, it's me. Don't do that to me again! We'll get you outta here soon." As soon as I finish saying that though, I feel him stiffen, a growl bursting from behind his gritted teeth. My head whips around, eyes locking on a figure half clothed in darkness, standing in the far corner.

"Well, hello there Sammy boy. . . Can't say we were expecting you quite this early." She steps from the shadows, platinum hair catching the light that's filtering down the stairs. Her ruby lips curve into a feral smile, her posture radiating a sort of animalistic hunger. "That's okay though, now we can have even more fun." And with that, her magic surges forward tossing me against the wall. Shit!

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Sorry everyone! That's all ya get for now :D PLEASE REVIEW, and I will do my best to get the next chapter up as soon as possible!