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I think my muse must have run off and left me because I haven't been able to write anything lately but maybe he's back. This just kind of poured out late last night so lets see if I can keep it up long enough to finish off this story!

Chapter Twelve:

What are we waiting for?" Sally asked.

Tom who'd stopped the car some distance from the Invocation House of Worship watched the parking area of the church slowly fill with cars. He was horrified that he knew many of the occupants though some were clearly from other parts of the county. "Backup," he replied. "I want to help Dean, not become a victim with him."

They waited and watched while the sun began to set behind them. Sally was getting more and more concerned for Dean's welfare. She was about to demand they go search for him when four other police cars pulled in around them.

"Wait here," Tom told her as he got out of the car as the other officers did the same.

After fifteen minutes Sally was both tired of waiting and terrified for Dean. She got out of the car slamming the door and approaching the gathered officers. She listened for a few minutes as they worked out their assault on the church.

"You need to go now," she told them. "If you wait much longer all you're going to find is a body… please."

"Sally," Tom asked. "None of us has been inside the church. We need you to map out the inside of the church for us and give us as much information as you can about the tunnels."

"No," she told him. "I have to go with you."

It was the sheriff who answered, "That's not an option, especially not in your condition."

"My condition?" Sally yelled. "What the hell does my 'condition' have to do with it? I toughed it out in there for nearly a month! I could describe the church, but not the tunnels. I know the way though and I'm willing to show you."

"Look sweetheart…," the sheriff started to say.

"I'm not your sweetheart," Sally said angrily. "And there isn't time, it's already started."

"What's started?" one of the deputies asked.

"The Black Mass," Sally replied. "These people are about to sacrifice Dean to Satan. But hey, before they do that they're going to rip the flesh from his bones and eat it so I guess we still have a little time to screw around here!"

Before anyone could reply to her ranting demands another police car pulled sharply into the lot and the moment the car stopped another deputy got out waving a piece of paper and saying, "I got the warrant we're good to go."

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Pandemonium reigned within the confines of the cavern as the whip wielder fell to the ground near the altar a thick pool of blood flowing from the mans body and crossing the symbol on the floor freeing the demon within.

As the demon escaped the protective circle surrounding the altar. Sam glanced back to see it lift the staff and impale two of the robed figures with a single stroke. Their painfilled cries were drowned out by the thunder of shouts and screams as the members of the church of Satan finally realized they were in mortal danger and scattered in all directions.

Sam half carried, half dragged his brother towards the exit, praying they made it before the demon realized one of it's sacrifices was gone. He quickened the pace as the screams behind him intensified and robed figures darted around them rushing for the exit. A sigh of relief flowed from him as they turned the corner and left the main chamber of the grotto.

"Sam," Dean said trying to get his brother's attention. "Sam!" He demanded more forcefully when Sam neither answered nor slowed. "SAM!" He shouted and this time pulling against Sam and dragging him painfully to a stop.

"Dean?" Sam asked. "Come on we have to get you out of here."

"No, Sam," he replied leaning up against the wall of the tunnel. "We can't that thing is going to slaughter them."

Sam's eyes widened. "We have to get you to the hospital, get you some help," he said. "We can come back later and get rid of it."

"No," Dean told his brother. "We have to stop it now."

"Dean," Sam said shaking his head. "No, you're hurt, you need to…"

"I'll live, Sam," Dean told him. "But the longer that thing is free the more people it'll kill. We have to stop it."

"No," Sam told him again still shaking his head. "We can't, not now."

"You're not allowed to say no Sam," Dean replied. "We have to do this before it gets out of here."

"With what Dean?" Sam demanded. "We don't have any weapons, not for a demon."

"Yes," Dean replied. "We do, come on Sammy think outside the box here. What do we really need to send it back to hell? Something to write with, we can draw a protective circle, catch it buy surprise so it can't get away then you can exorcise it. You know the ritual, you can do it!"

"Well hell, Dean," Sam said sarcastically. "Let me get the spray paint out of my back pocket!"

"Sam, we have to do something," Dean said wincing as one of the slashes across his chest flared up painfully. He pressed his hand over it lightly applying pressure directly to the injury until the pain subsided. When he pulled his hand away he looked at the blood that lay thickly on his fingers and his face split into a fierce grin.

"NO!" Sam shouted at Dean as soon as he realized the direction of his brother's thoughts. "Absolutely not! We don't know what that would do. If it would connect the demon to you, hell Dean for all we know if you use you're blood it'd take you to hell with it when it left. That's not an option."

"Well then think Sam," Dean said wearily. "We need another idea then."

Sam paced back and forth across the tunnel oblivious to the people running by his thoughts now turned to finding a way to banish the evil in the cavern. He never saw the tall blond woman dressed in robes until she plowed into him practically knocking him to the ground. He made a grab for her trying to keep her from falling but he was too late and she sprawled onto the floor dumping her purse in the process. "I'm sorry," Sam said helping the terrified woman to her feet.

"Get the hell off me," she shouted pulling away from him and continuing her headlong flight down the tunnel.

Sam scoffed and looked at Dean about to comment on the incident but Dean was bending down picking something up off the ground. "These will work," Dean said to him with a smirk as he stood back up and opened his palm.

Sam looked from Dean's hand to face. "Lipstick?" Sam asked. "You want to draw a trap with lipstick?"

The grin on Dean's face grew wider and he replied, "It's Fire Engine Red, that should but the things flames out."

Sam shook his head, "That is so not funny, Dean."

"We can at least try it Sam," Dean said. "We'll put the trap on the ceiling you're bigger then sasquatch you should be able to reach it." Dean took off further down the tunnel looking for a likely spot to put the trap. He stopped just around a blind turn and motioned for Sam. "Here, this is the best spot I've seen so far."

"Dean how are we going to get the demon here?" Sam asked as he took the lipstick from Dean and began to draw the trap.

"You let me worry about that," Dean said. "You just get this thing done and be ready."

"Dean, no," Sam said concerned for what he knew his brother was planning.

"What is it with you and that word today Sam?" Dean asked. "I'll be fine, really. I've still got the gun."

"Against a demon?"

"Hey," Dean said as he started down the hall. "It's what we've got, now get to work on that thing and get ready to perform the exorcism."

Dean made his way back toward the main cavern. The number of people running though the tunnel had slowed to a few random figures but Dean could still hear the screams of those unlucky enough to be caught by the demon. He turned the final corner and stood at the entrance to the cavern looking at the destruction the demon had caused. A dozen or so bodies lay strewn through out the cavern. An exact count was difficult to get because they were mostly ripped limb from limb.

The demon's back was to Dean. It had a man held suspended in the air arms and legs outstretched by the force of the demons will. The man's painful screams filled the cavern but didn't stop the sickening sound of his limbs being ripped from his body. The demon tossed the man's limbs away with a thought and stood bathing in the shower of blood that pulsed from the man with each beat of his heart. The man's neck stretched painfully and Dean knew what was coming next. Quickly and without thought he lifted the gun and shot the man in the head ending his screams of agony.

The demon spun around dropping the dead man glaring at Dean who altered his aim and was about to pull the trigger when the gun was ripped from his hand by an unseen force and he was lifted in the air and tossed painfully backwards. He hit the wall hard and slid down to the ground as the demon approached an evil glint in it's eye and a grin on it's face as it contemplated the destruction of the human that had dared come between it and it's toy.

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