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Part 11: A Rescue II

Kyle wanted to go home, he hated Skyler Hill and wanted to run in the opposite direction not go inside! Alex though wouldn't let him run and had to practically drag Kyle inside while Jeff Parker just glowered at them. "Come on Kyle this is for Maria and Liz our girls remember." Alex said trying to snap his friend out of his panicked fear.

"Right for Liz and Maria oh and Tess and Michael I can do this I need to do this I can't let them get killed by evil scary dead things even though I am putting myself in danger of getting killed by those things as well." Kyle stammered turning miserably to his silently laughing father whose shoulders were shaking mercilessly.

"Not funny dad." Kyle hissed.

"Come on you two let's go up to the third floor and start there." Jim said leading the way for the two boys.

"Bye dad." Alex said slapping his tall father on the back as Charles headed off with two witches. Alex took one last look at the group taking note of Jeff Parker's vacant expression. Jeff seemed to sense Alex was looking at him as his head slowly turned to look him dead in the eyes.

"Alex?" Kyle called as Jeff and the others walked away.

"We have a problem." Alex breathed his face turning a sickly white.

"What's that son?" Jim asked checking his gun one last time before the others were completely out of sight.

"Jeff Parker is possessed by a demon." The father and son paused mid step and turned to look at the gangly teen.

"Are you sure?" Jim asked looking ill.

"Positive." Alex said and apparently that was good enough for Jim as he pulled out his cell phone to call the others.

"Damn it!" Jim swore flipping his phone closed as he adjusted the black ball cap on his head. "We have no cell reception in this damn place." Jim growled as Alex and Kyle quickly pulled out their phones to see if he was right.

"Well there goes that mean of communication." Kyle grumbled.

"I imagine the radio is not going to work as well." Alex sighed.

"What makes you say that?" Jim asked leaning against the banister.

"That symbol." Alex said pointing a shaky finger at the large sun with a sword through it that seemed to cover the expanse of the ceiling above the stairs; several dark symbols from different demonic tomes surrounding it. "It is a symbol that will render anything we bring in that is electronic useless, except flash lights for some reason I have yet to figure out why." Alex said.

"Wait you said anything we bring in so that means that the things in here work." Jim pointed out and Alex nodded.

"In theory, but there is no power to this place so you are shit out of luck there." Alex said.

"Then what the hell is that humming noise?" Kyle asked cocking an eyebrow at Alex who paled considerably.

"That would be the energy of this place. Theoretically if a building has enough supernatural and cosmic energy running through it, it could recharge itself and emit a power of sorts." Alex said.

"So when this place woke up what?" Jim asked.

"Think of this place as a rechargeable battery." Alex said motioning for the father and son to follow him not wanting to stay in one place too long. "When the battery runs out it goes silent but when it is hooked up to a power source it boots right back up."

"So what is the power source?" Kyle asked.

"Pogue, Reid and Liz." Alex said, "Oh and Paul, Nancy and Ryan as well now. Now that all six of them are in this building as well as several other highly charged entities such as Caleb, Tyler, Sam, Dean, Max, Michael, Isabel, and Tess this place is just roaring to go." Alex said.

"Shit." Jim breathed, "We have to get the others out of here fast."

"Yes time is of the essence." Alex agreed and they were off.

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Dean slowly peaked his blonde head around the corner to check the hall, it was clear. He let out the giant breath and had been holding and he heard Tyler and Caleb do the same. "Clear." He said before motioning for them to follow him towards the room they planned to use.

He knew that it was stupid to use room 13 but when you thought about it from the supernatural standpoint it made sense; the room with the biggest psycho would have one of the largest charges and would be easier to summon a demon to. Room thirteen appeared on their left before they wanted it to, the metallic scent of blood tickling their noses.

"That's fresh." Tyler said pointing to the corner of the dark room where a large pool of blood had gathered. "And so is this." Tyler motioned towards the floor where bloody drag marks were and several hand prints.

"Damn." Dean muttered, "That is a lot of blood, from the looks of it from more than one person too."

"How can you tell?" Caleb asked walking inside trying not to gag from the overwhelming scent of the room.

"Different sized handprints. Those in the corner are small like a girl's probably Liz's while these here by the door are larger probably from Pogue or Reid." Dean said.

"Reid." Tyler whispered.

"How can you tell?" Dean asked.

"The void in the handprint." Tyler pointed to a thick clean gap in the grooves of the hand extending over the entire palm. "When we were five Reid sliced his hand open on a box cutter and had to have twenty stitches. That is the same shape of his scar." Tyler explained.

"Nice." Dean said.

"What were they doing in here?" Caleb whispered hovering over the pool of blood.

"From the looks of things they were dragged in here against their will and held captive. From the tracks two different people were dragged in but only one person walked out, one set of bloody shoe prints." Dean said.

"Then where did Liz go?" Tyler asked his eyebrows knitting together as the lines on his forehead creased dangerously.

"Reid must have taken her with him; he wouldn't leave her here for anything." Caleb said.

"We need to start setting up." Dean said pulling his dad's journal from inside his coat as the two witches pulled other supplies out of Tyler's backpack.

"We need a chair." Caleb said.

"We will go together to get one." Dean said and the two boys nodded.

"Trust me Dean; we don't plan on leaving your sight for anything." Tyler grunted. "We are not stupid."

"Plus we suck at shooting guns." Caleb muttered as he started to draw on the floor with the red dye.

"Making me feel real safe here boys." Dean looked incredibly uncomfortable.

"We try." Tyler said his cheeky smile in place. Dean glowered at him wishing he could smack the smirk off his face but he needed the little witch to help him still so that would have to wait.

"Why do these symbols have to be so complex?" Caleb groaned his hand aching after just a minute of drawing.

"Man you guys whine as much as Sam." Dean muttered moving Tyler out of the way handing him a gun so he could take over with the drawings. "We still need to do the ceiling."

Tyler looked up and froze. "Ah Dean, Dean." Tyler croaked.

"Yeah?" He grunted.

"We have a problem." Tyler whispered.

Dean looked over at Tyler and saw the teen looking at the ceiling so he followed his path and froze. "Oh." Dean whispered as Caleb finally stopped drawing wanting to see what the fuss was about.

"Dean…" Caleb muttered looking ill.

"Run."

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The room felt like an ice box. It had been steadily growing colder the longer he sat there to where his butt was now numb and his nose was sure to fall off any second. His breath materialized before him in the dark room and he could feel ice crystals developing inside his nose, it was so cold. He was from the desert and sure it got cold sometimes but never like this; he wanted to go home like now.

He always felt as if he was being watched as if someone was sitting just outside the circle looking at him daring him to move an inch. Sometimes Michael thought that he could even hear the person breathing and see their cold breath mingle with his. Soft snickers bounced off the dull walls sending ice through his veins. The only thing worse than not knowing you had an enemy out there was knowing the enemy existed and was sitting silent in front of you. This was truly hell.

"Not long now little one." A female rasped, "She will be here soon."