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I hate writters block but this one is talking to me again so hopefully I can whip out a few more chapters real quick!

Chapter Eleven:

Sam hurried down the tunnel making little attempt to hide his presence. He didn't need the flashlight with the dim bulbs lighting the way every ten feet in its place though he had his favorite .45 out and ready.

He stopped briefly consulting the maps when the tunnel he was in merged with another tunnel. Listening intently he heard the sound of voices murmuring down one of the tunnels. He folded up the maps, pocketed them and headed in the direction of the sounds.

Sam slowed his pace as the chanting grew louder then suddenly stopped. The silence was broken by the sound of a whip snapping wetly followed instantly by a grunt pain. Sam's breath caught in his throat as he recognized the sound and his pace increased as it continued repeatedly.

Sam ran down the tunnel the sounds of a person being whipped grew louder, grunts of pain turning into full fledged screams of agony. Sam turned a corner at a full run and before he realized someone was standing in the middle of the tunnel he had barreled into the man and was sitting on his chest. The robed figure struggled under Sam's weight but as he heard the bite of the whip and another scream he lashed out with his gun pistol whipping the man into unconsciousness.

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Momentarily blinded by the brightness of the sun Sally raised her hand to cover the top of her eyes and looked around. She knew where she was, it was that odd little church at the end of Scenic Ave., several miles outside of town. She ran as quickly as she could to the parking lot trying several cars before she found one that was unlocked. When quick search of the visor and glove box didn't turn up a set of keys she grabbed the pocket knife that was in the console reached down and pulled the wires from under the dash. This was one time she was thanking the heavens that she'd grown up in a foster home. Andy Washer had taught her a lot of things, most of them highly illegal and for the first time in her life she was praising the things he'd taught her.

She cut the wires, did a bit of rewiring and had the car started in less time then she thought possible. Putting the car in gear she sped back into town. She needed to get Dean some help as soon as possible. She knew what they were going to do to him and she was terrified for him. He had saved her and her baby and she was afraid of the price he was going to pay for it.

Sally was so caught up in her thoughts she nearly passed the sheriff's office. Slamming on the breaks she pulled recklessly into the small parking area and ran inside. "Deputy," she yelled. "Deputy Hall! Help please!"

Tom came out of his office stopped and stared for a few moments at Sally Henderson. After a brief moment of confusion his training kicked in and he said, "Sally, we've been looking for you."

"Tom," she said in a near panic. "You have to help him. They have him, they're going to hurt him and… and… Tom, they're going to kill him!"

"Who," Tom asked.

"Dean," she replied then it was like a damn bursting and she couldn't stop. "I don't know who he is, but he said he'd been looking for me. We got out of the holding room, but then they attacked him and I… I just… He said run so I did. I left him. I just left him there…"

Tom reached out and took hold of Sally's arms realizing that she was going into a mild state of shock. She probably didn't even realize she was shaking. "Calm down Sally," he told her. "We'll help him, I promise, but you need calm down. I need to know where they are and what happened."

Sally took a deep calming breath and tried to control her emotions. She suddenly felt like an idiot losing it like that after holding herself together for so long. "We don't have time, we don't," she told as calmly as she could. "They've got him. I saw them hit him in the head with a staff. He didn't get up."

"Who?" the deputy asked.

"The Satanist from that church at the end of Scenic Ave. They have an entrance to the caves at the back of the church. They… Oh God, Tom they sacrificed people there," Sally replied.

Tom picked up the phone, "Sally," I'm going to get Doc Severs out here to give you a check up, while I go out there and see what I can do to help Dean."

"No!" Sally yelled standing up and backing away from the surprised deputy. "You can't… he's… he's one of them."

"Doc Severs?" Tom asked setting the phone back on its cradle. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said. "Please don't, call him. I'm fine and I have to show you were to find Dean."

"I'll find him," Deputy Hall told her. "What about his partner Sam?"

"I don't know where he is," she told him. "I never saw him. Please Tom we need to go find him."

Making a decision he hoped he wasn't going to regret later Deputy Tom Hall decided the girl was probably right. She knew the way to the mines and she was willing to help. He called the sheriff explained what was going on and asked for backup before leaving the building.

"Sally," Tom asked once they were heading towards the church. "I need you to tell me exactly what's been going on since you disappeared."

Sally told him everything she could remember. Starting from when she followed the ghostly light and fell down the shaft of the mine and ending with stealing the car.

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Dean was gagged as robed figures began to enter and fill the cavern. Apparently they didn't like the smart ass comments. He struggled against his bonds rubbing his arms and ankles almost raw. He could still feel the dried blood on his forehead where the head ass hole had "blessed" him earlier. His head was throbbing from both the beating and from hanging upside down for so long. He had no idea of the passage of time but suspected hours had passed since he'd tried to escape.

"Come on Sammy," he thought to himself for the thousandth time since he'd woke to find himself bound to the cross. "Now would be a really good time to come to the rescue, bro."

The crowd grew quiet and he watched as Hawkins was lead in robes of obsidian to the dark alter. He willingly climbed onto the alter kneeling before the crowd of Satanists. The crowd parted around the alter as the Magister and a pair of white clad satanists approached. One of the men in white held the bullwhip that had been used on Dean earlier, the other held a golden staff topped with an upside down cross bearing a live flame.

Chanting began quietly at first but rising in crescendo as the trio approached the alter. The man bearing the flaming torch reached the alter first. He lit the black candles that surrounded the alter then moved to the crosses and lit a series of red candles that were set on the two empty crosses before walking off to the side. The Magister approached Hawkins, saying something quietly to him before he turned and raised both arms above his head. The chanting stopped abruptly.

"Tonight our grotto is tested…" Dean stopped paying attention to the Magister and worked harder at trying to free himself from the ropes binding him. His right wrist was considerably looser then it had been an hour ago but he suspected that part of the reason for that was the blood he felt dripping from it. The sudden snap of the whip and grunt of pain that followed drew Dean's attention back to the alter and he watched in horror as Hawkins was whipped again. The whip biting deep enough to draw blood with each slap against his now bare back.

"Son of a bitch," Dean yelled through the gag as he watched the whip bite in again and heard Hawkins scream in pain.

The Magistar turned to face Dean and he lay his hand on the whip wielders shoulder and spoke quietly to him. Dean's eyes widened as the man turned to him and he watched as the whip was curled an then snapped out in his direction. Fire raced along his chest and side as the whip made contact and he grunted quietly in pain. He closed his eyes and sucked in a shallow breath not allowing them the pleasure of seeing how much it hurt. The whip bit out twice more in quick succession and by the third strike the only thing keeping him from screaming out loud was the gag.

He heard the whip snap out again and expected to feel it bite into his flesh again. When it didn't he snapped his eyes open and watched Hawkins take several more punishing cracks of the whip screaming each time contact was made with flesh. When the whip wielder turned again in his direction Dean's eyes bore daggers into the man's soul and if looks alone could kill the man would have been standing side by side with the devil.

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Clad now in the robes of the man he'd pistol whipped Sam joined the crowd of people in the cavern. Tall as he was he could see over the heads of most of the fifty or so people in the cavern. His hand tightened on the gun hidden inside the robes as he caught sight of his brother strung upside down on the cross blood dripping freely from streaks that crossed his bare chest. Pushing and shoving his way towards the front of the crowd it wasn't until he was nearing his brother that he actually heard the man standing before the alter speaking.

Sam's eyes widened at he listened to final words of the Latin summoning ritual the man was using. He looked at the ground seeing the black candles burning at the five points of the inverted pentagram and he knew what had been called forth before the demon arrived in burst of black smoke and the burning smell of sulfur.

The demon smoke circled inside the pentagram before approaching the Magistar who'd called him. The man's back arched and his eyes widened as the smoke entered him taking possession of the man's body and looking around the cavern at the people who'd help to summon him.

"Fools," Sam muttered as he approached his brother's weakly struggling form. He prayed they knew that their only saving grace at this moment was the pentagram that held the creature captive. If someone broke its lines the demon would be free to wreak havoc among them they would not be able to stop it.

The demon's appearance was diversion enough for Sam to pull his knife out and begin to slice through the ropes holding Dean to the cross.

Dean looked up at him and a pained smile crossed his lips as he felt the ropes slip free from his wrists. "Sammy," he said and though it was muffled through the gag he knew his brother understood.

"Yeah Dean," he Sam replied carefully slicing the gag off his brother. "It's me. You ready to get out of here?"

"You bet your ass I am," Dean replied as Sam hand him a gun then reached up to cut the ropes from his ankles and thighs as he supported his brother as much as possible. And as the ropes fell away he caught Dean keeping him from falling but before he could set his brother's feet back on the ground he felt the burning pain of the whip cracking across his back.

The world spun crazily as Sam cut him free and pain burned in his chest but it was only pain. He could deal with pain. He felt Sam shudder as he heard the whip crack and knew immediately what had happened. Raising the gun he aimed and shot the man wielding the whip and watched him stumble backwards.

Keeping Dean upright Sam turned just in time to see the man knock over one of the black candles. "Time to go," he said to his brother half carrying, half dragging Dean towards the entrance as all hell broke loose in the cavern.

A/N - Well... I hope you enjoyed it... off to work on chapter 12!