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Take the House out of Hell House

Chapter 11 - Nothing Else Matters

Sam lunged at Dean, pulling a hidden knife. Dean's face dropped. There was no way he could get the courage to attack his baby brother. Not a chance in hell. Dean rolled on the forest floor. "Sam? Sam, come on! Fight it, Sammy! Let me know you're all right in there!"

Sam snarled. He rushed forward again, but in mid leap he turned left, effectively exposing Dean's shoulder. Taking the opportunity, Sam plunged the knife in. Dean screamed. Sam twisted the knife hard before pulling it out. Clutching his bleeding shoulder, Dean suppressed shrieks of pain. Dean wanted so bad to slap the smile that played across Sam's face, only put on there by the demon. He wanted so bad to just scream at it, and tell it to go away, but he couldn't think of a plan. The demon wasn't going to just leave willingly, and he was not about to try to hurt his brother. No. He needed to find a safe way to save him, so he held his tongue.

A fight ensued. Punches and kicks were thrown. It was short but bloody for Dean. Through each hit, Dean kept his restaint. Dean was reluctant to the very end to injure his brother. Dean attempted to dodge the strong, relentless attack on his physical being. But fighting a demon really was harder than it was cracked up to be. I mean wouldn't you be a little nervous if that very supernatural creature was possessing your family?

Sam, after a few more minutes, had Dean slammed against a tree giving him a face full of fist when he suddenly stopped. Dean was barely conscious. He was to the point of begging for darkness, so he wouldn't have to see how he had allowed his brother to get hurt. But when Sam stopped, Dean was able, for a few seconds, to hear a harsh muttering slightly behind him. He was sure that the thick blood in his ears was preventing him from knowing who or what it was exactly.

Ed and Harry were reluctant to help Dean. Well, not quite. They wanted to help, they really did. But the demon had prevented it literally. Demon Sam had them both pinned to nearby trees to watch the day's spectacle. Then Ed was the first to hear the same muttering Dean was unsure of. He couldn't move his head, but it didn't matter. An older man, dressed in hunter's clothes, a scraggly beard, and a fishing cap, walked past Ed's tree with an old, black book clutched in his hand where he was rapidly reading some odd language from it.

Sam screamed and fell. He looked over at the old man slowly sauntering over, holding the menacing, black book. Sam's head snapped back and forth awkwardly as the demon's hold on its host was weakened. When Sam had fallen, he had released Dean. Dean had also fallen to the ground, bloody and broken as he watched his brother writhe in pain.

But the demon was still free, no bonds held it. Waving a single finger, Sam threw the old man backwards, and then he disappeared, vanishing at a run through the surrounding trees.

The new man got up and glanced around the trees, looking for a glimpse of Sam. Nothing. He then leaped over to Dean who was lying limply on the soft ground. "Dean?"

Lifting his head weakly, Dean replied, "Bobby." He smiled at the familiar and completely welcomed face, glad to have some help on this hunt gone wrong.

Ed and Harry had both been released from their invisible bonds on the trees. They both stared in silence as a stranger greeted the young hunter. They watched as Dean's features completely softened at the sight of this newbie. Then they also noticed a bruised, demon-free Angie stirring on the forest floor. Ed moved cautiously toward her, unsure of the safety.

Bobby helped Dean off the ground, and as Ed approached Angela, Dean stepped in front to block his way, swaying ever so slightly. The old hunter came up to steady Dean and asked, "Who's she?"

Dean's voice was raspy from his teary fight with his brother, but he replied, "Demon first possessed her." Dean clutched at his badly wounded shoulder. It was bleeding something fierce as Bobby proceeded to retrieve his own medical kit.

Angela, by now, had regained full consciousness. She looked around her surroundings through non-demon eyes. Her eyes were filled with terror as soon as she caught a glimpse of the whip lying next to her. The demon had obviously shown Angie what it had made her do, so she was scared at the thought of what she had done with that whip. Angie grabbed and and chucked it hard. It landed a few yards away. She stood up, tears began streaming down her face. "What? What the hell? How did I... How... Who?" Angie's stuttering was rapid, indistinguishable after only a few seconds.

Harry walked toward her. Dean shoved him back with his good arm. Something about him, Dean thought. God, he just irks me. Dean slid slowly toward the distraught young woman. "Hey, hey, calm down. Hey, Angela, calm down."

"What happened? What am I doing here? Where is he?"

Dean's brow furrowed. "Where's who?"

"The man. The young man that I hurt." Angela shuddered visibly. Hitting her back against a young tree, she slid her way down to the ground and wrapped his shivering arms around her legs. "I did it. I hurt him. I probably killed him, God, why can't I remember?"

"Angela, my name's Bobby. Can you tell me what you do remember?"

Between sobs, Angie replied, "Nothing... Not much.. I remember... hurting that man. He was hurt... bad. I remember... so vividly... He was so hurt. I think... he was dead."

Dean quietly whimpered, but suppressed tears. He shook his head at Angela before carefully standing up and walking a short distance away to think.

Bobby allowed access to Angie, and Ed and Harry didn't wait to see if their comrade was all right... though clearly nothing was all right. Walking tentatively over to Dean, almost afraid to scare him away, Bobby whispered, "We will find him, Dean. We will get Sam back."

Dean had no words to say. His mouth just didn't want to work. But his mind was just as muddled. He couldn't think. All he knew was his brother, his Sammy, was out there somewhere possessed and extremely hurt. He also knew he had to find his pain-in-the-ass little brother, and when all returned to normal, Dean would be sure to let him know that. Dean glanced at Bobby before taking a step in the other direction, momentarily forgetting about his injured Achilles tendon. He yelped in pain and would have crashed to the ground had Bobby Singer not have been prepared and caught him in time.

Bobby helped Dean to sit on a fallen tree. He then said, "We'll get your brother back."

But the problem was where to start? Again they had no way to track him, save for the cellphone. But when they found him then what? Dean didn't expect the demon to just wait a moment or two while they drew a Devil's Trap and then would just willingly step into it. Not a chance. They walked in unprepared last time. Next time, they might not make it out alive. They needed a plan. As long as the demon was in Sam's body, Dean was sure that his little brother was going to be all right. But as soon as they could exorcise it, Dean wasn't sure, by the state that he saw Sam's body, that he would make it on his own. He may only be alive because of that demon. It brought new worry to Dean's mind with every new thing that came to his head. Bobby kept saying they would save his brother, and of course he wanted to, but how would they do it?

Bobby started with the stab wound to Dean's shoulder before patching up new and old wounds on Dean. Old cuts from Dean's previous battle with Mordechai were now bleeding all over again, while new ones from the fight with Sam were bleeding just as hard. It took all of 50 minutes to get everything, with a total of 42 brand new stitches, while Dean sat quietly contemplating possible solutions to their dilemma.

Angie had calmed down some in that time. Harry and Ed stayed by her, worried. They were a little wary of her all the same. She wouldn't really talk, and when asked a question, she gave a simple answer. She was traumatized, and from what Bobby could gather, she had been possessed since the HellHound boys had first met her months before.

When a full hour had gone by, Bobby said, "Dean, I think we need to get you to a hospital. That Achilles tendon will be harder to fix the longer we-"

"You just expect me to walk out of here? Without Sam? Are you crazy? Not a chance in hell am I leaving my brother to suffer any longer at the hands of that black eyed bastard!"

"It's actually a bitch. It's a girl," corrected Angie.

"Bitch, whatever. Bobby I'm not leaving until I make sure Sam is all right." Looking at Bobby's unsure face, Dean begged, "Please Bobby. I can't leave him. I don't think he has much longer. He's... He... Bobby, please!"

Bobby couldn't argue with Dean when he begged like that. He had a soft spot for the boys. Also, whether Dean knew it or not, he had his own puppy-dog face, and Bobby had never been able to resist it. "All right, Dean. We'll find him. But we aren't going anywhere fast."

"Fine."

To Be Continued...


A/N: Not much of any cliffie here. I thought I would do another breather chapter before I jumped into the next one. What did you all think about bringing Bobby in to save the day? Hope you all enjoyed it.