Ok, finally another chapter. Sorry for the long wait. I'm suffering a bad case of writers block. A HUGE Thank you to Raven524 for helping me. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 9

Dean really hated leaving his little brother in the basement, but he couldn't see any other way to take out the doctor. As he made his way silently through the old house, he prayed that he wouldn't find another rotted board like the first time they had come here. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes with Sam's life on the line. Dean could hear the Doctor moving around in the next room. With the graceful moves of a panther, Dean managed to slip through the back door and head for his precious car. He would need some consecrated iron rounds to kill the witch and then he would need to salt and burn the remains while reciting a banishing rite. He wanted to make sure this son of a bitch couldn't come back to haunt anyone else.

Dean quickly gathered what he needed and headed back into the house the same way he had exited. He paused and listened for the doctor, but couldn't hear him moving around. "Just great!" he said to himself as he realized that he would have to search the house room by room to locate the crazy witch. Dean decided to do a quick check on Sam, just in case the mad doctor had decided to return and hold another session. Dean quietly headed down the stairs, pausing at the bottom to make sure that the only occupant of the room was Sam. Luck seemed to be with him as there was no sign of the doctor.

Dean walked quietly towards his brother, concerned by the sweat pouring from his brother's face and the fear and pain that was evident on his face. "Shhh Sammy, I just need to take care of the good doctor and then we can leave."

Sam tried to open his eyes, he recognized the voice talking to him was someone he trusted…someone who could take the fear and pain of the current nightmare away. He felt a comforting hand on his face and leaned into it as if it could stop what he was experiencing. "Dean?" Sam whispered, unable to get past the weight that was keeping his eyes closed.

"Yes, Sammy, it's me…how are you feeling?"

"Is it really you Dean…no it can't be, Dean's not here…must be a trick!" Sam began to get agitated again as he struggled to break free.

"I promise Sammy, we'll get through this. But for now, you need to just relax…please Sam, the doctor will come if you keep making noises!" Dean was beginning to wish he hadn't said anything.

Sam reacted to the threat of the doctor. "NO! I'll be good, no more drugs please!" Sam began to softly sob, shaking his head from side to side.

Dean could feel his own tears beginning to form, but he quickly dashed them away as he turned once more to do what he did best…it was time for Dean Winchester to hunt.

Dean quietly moved through the house, searching for the doctor as he went. He couldn't get his brother's face out of his mind. Killing the doctor was too good for him; he should make him suffer for what he had done to Sam and the others. But first, he had to find him. As Dean cautiously moved up to the second level, he skirted the area of rotted wood that had caused him problems earlier.

Dean moved to the end of the hall and slowly opened the door to the last room. He stopped as he saw the object of his fury sitting calmly in the center of the room in what appeared to be a trance. Dean began to walk into the room when suddenly he felt his leg going through another rotted board. The gun flew from his grasp as he gave a gasp of pain. The rotted board had his leg trapped.

The doctor didn't move, but merely smiled at the young man struggling in front of him. He could feel the fear and drank it in as if he were a starving man. "So, you have come to kill me have you?"

Dean knew he had to get his leg free and get the gun or both he and Sam would be lost. "Would you believe I'm working my way through college selling magazine subscriptions?"

The doctor laughed as he stood and began to walk towards a black bag on the dresser. "You should make an interesting subject for my experiments, I can't believe my luck. Both you and the young man down stairs will feed me for a long time!"

Dean pulled at his leg with all his strength, moaning slightly as he felt the board dig into his calf. His leg would be a mess, but he could deal with that later. Now he had to get free and get to his gun. "Sorry to disappoint, but I have other dinner plans for tonight!"

The Doctor turned with a syringe in his hands ready to attack. Dean rushed the Doctor and knocked the syringe from his hand. The Doctor pushed back, aiming for Dean's bad leg. Dean screamed as the Doctor connected with the battered leg and almost went down. But instead he kicked out and knocked the Doctor against the wall. Dean dove for the gun and just as the Doctor rose he opened fire.

The Doctor looked at the red stain that was spreading on the front of his shirt; disbelief was plain in his eyes as he looked at the young man standing in front of him. Dean smirked. "Like I said…I have other plans for dinner tonight…guess you'll be getting your next meal in hell!"

Dean knew that he had to salt and burn the witch and he still had to perform the banishing rite. But first he had to get Sam out of the building. Dean decided that he probably wouldn't be able to make it back up the stairs, so he opted to drag the witch's body to the head of the stairs and proceeded to drag it down the steps as he headed for Sam. "Oops…sorry Doc, this is definitely hurting you more than it's hurting me! But then, you should know that no one hurts my brother and gets away with it!" He knew that the Doctor was beyond feeling the trip down the stairs, but it made Dean feel better just the same.

"Ok Doc, you just rest easy here for a moment while I go get my brother. Then we'll finish this once and for all!" Dean limped towards the basement stairs. He just hoped that Sam was still unconscious as he wasn't in shape to go another round with him. Dean entered the room and once again cursed the witch lying upstairs. Sam was unconscious, but he could see the track of fresh tears on his brother's too pale face. "Aw Sammy, what has he done to you?"

Dean moved quickly and once again removed the restraints that held his brother fast. The pain in Dean's leg was getting worse and he could feel the blood dripping down his pant leg. But right now all Dean could focus on was getting his brother out of this hell hole and into the safety of the Impala. "You know Sam; some day we need to talk about you losing a few inches…it would certainly make things like this much easier on your older brother!" Dean reached forward and placed Sam across his shoulders in a fireman's carry. The added weight made his injured leg throb, but Dean wouldn't accept failure, not when it came to his little brother.

Dean sighed as he reached the first level of the house. The trip up the stairs had taken a lot out of him, but still he moved on. He had to get Sam to safety. He would worry about the rest later. Suddenly, he felt his brother begin to move. "Sammy, stop it! It's me…Damn it, stop fighting me!"

But Sam wasn't listening; he was still trapped in the nightmare that the Doctor had created in his mind. "Let me go!"

Dean didn't have any choice; he lowered his brother to the ground before he hurt himself. Leaning forward, Dean tried to calm the frightened young man in front of him. "Sammy…Sam. Listen to me. I have to get you out of here bro'…we need to get you somewhere safe."

Sam tried to focus on the figure in front of him, but he couldn't believe his eyes any more. "You're not Dean…Let me go or I'll kill you!" Sam once again charged Dean, but this time he was ready for his brother's attack. Before Sam could land the punch, Dean landed one of his own. The result was Sam hitting the floor unconscious once more. "Sorry little brother but I don't have time to play patty cake with you right now."

Once again Dean reached over and picked up his brother and headed for the car. As he lowered the unconscious form of his brother into the Impala's back seat; Dean stopped and shook his head. "I'm sorry Sam, but I can't take the chance that you will run." Dean opened the trunk and grabbed the rope he kept there for emergencies. He gently tied his brother's hands and feet, making sure that the rope was tight but not so tight that it would hurt his brother. "There you go Sammy, now you just rest here for a moment while I go finish with our Doctor friend."

As Dean headed back to the house he didn't see his brother's eyes open or the panic that set in when he realized he was tied. "I knew you weren't my brother!" Sam moaned as he began to work on the ropes. "I have to get out of here…I have to find Dean!" Sam just hoped he could work himself free before the imposter returned to finish the job.

Dean worked quickly as he salted the body of the dead witch and soaked him with the lighter fluid. He knew that once the fire was started, it would go up quickly. Dean made a trail of lighter fluid to the outside of the house, he smiled in satisfaction as he dropped the match. "That will teach you to mess with my brother you bastard!" Dean watched as the building quickly became an inferno. He grabbed his back pack and limped back to the Impala. His leg was really beginning to hurt, but he wouldn't take care of it until he had taken care of Sam.

Sam watched from the back seat of the car, the sweat pouring down his face as he tried to get the ropes off. But Dean had tied them too well. Sam saw the house go up in flames and noticed that the man approaching the car was limping badly. For a moment, Sam felt concerned. But then he remembered; this wasn't his brother. As the door opened on the Impala, Sam pushed himself back as far as he could in the seat, watching as the imposter lowered himself into the driver seat.

Dean put his head on the wheel of the car and groaned. His head was spinning and he felt like he was going to be sick. Damn that floor board! Dean took a quick look and noticed that Sam was awake but hadn't made a sound. He could see the fear in his brother's eyes and felt sick. "Sammy, I know you think I'm the bad guy here, but I really am your brother. That doctor has given you drugs to make you think I'm going to hurt you…but you know I would never…"

"You hit me…you tied me up…you're not my brother!" Sam said quietly.

Dean shook his head. He could see that as long as Sam had the drugs in his system, there would be no getting through to him. Dean's hands shook as he turned the key in the car. But before he could put the car in drive, he felt himself slipping sideways in the car. "Sam!" Dean cried as he felt himself falling unconscious

Sam watched as the imposter passed out. Sam smiled at how lucky he was that that happened. Deciding he should work on getting away before the fake Dean woke up Sam quickly went to work on cutting the ropes with the knife he found in between the seats of the car that he knew Dean always kept there just incase.

It took a minute but the ropes finally broke and Sam was free. Sam untied his feet and then climbed out of the impala. "Ok, gotta find Dean. I have to get back to the hotel" Sam took off in the direction of the hotel leaving his unconscious brother bleeding in the car.

Ok, end of chapter 9. How was it? Remember i can't read minds so please review.