Thanks guys! Your comments make me very happy! This chapter is a little bit longer than the last. I hope you enjoy.
Cindy.
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"SAM! No!!!" Dean started toward Sam, suddenly noticing a knife protruding from his side.
As he neared, the Jardoul appeared from a darkened alcove. It grabbed the knife and roughly yanked it from Sam's body. A small moan escaped Sam's lips, but he did not waken.
"You son of a bitch!! Get away from my brother!" Dean snarled.
Bobby, who had entered behind Dean, sank to the ground and proceeded to make his way around the chamber, taking advantage of the Jardoul's attention being focused on Dean.
Dean started to move forward once more, but halted when the Jardoul quickly held the knife high above Sam's heart.
"Stay away, or Samuel dies!" it hissed.
"I said get away from my brother, you freak!!" Dean shouted, and suddenly lunged forward, smashing into the creature with all of his weight.
The Jardoul staggered momentarily, but quickly found it's footing. It sank it's gnarled fingers into Dean's shoulder, sending red hot waves of pain shooting through him.
Dean gasped and sank to his knees, his vision blurring from the pain. The Jardoul squeezed harder and the pain intensified. Just when Dean thought he would black out, he heard a terrifying screech and the hand was abruptly pulled from his shoulder. He collapsed onto the floor of the cave, gasping for air. He rolled onto his back and looked up to see the Jardoul clawing at it's chest, the silver dagger Bobby had brought sticking out from it.
Bobby rushed to Dean's side and pulled him up from the ground. The Jardoul continued to screech and then collapsed to the ground. A glowing blue white light poured from the wound in it's chest and rose to the roof of the cave, then disappeared. Once the light had left, the Jardoul let out one more screech then fell silent. It collapsed in upon itself, then turned to dust, leaving only it's cloak behind.
Dean ran to Sam's side, followed closely by Bobby. He gently took Sam's face into his hands, searching for a sign that Sam was still alive.
"Sam? Sammy! You gotta wake up for me little brother!" Dean cried. He felt Sam's neck for a pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found one, weak but still there.
"Dean, we've gotta get him out of here!" Bobby said, already cutting the ropes from Sam's ankles.
Dean proceeded to cut the rope from Sam's neck, tears welling in his eyes at the sight of the raw, bleeding flesh beneath. He then cut the ropes from Sam's wrists, noticing the oozing wounds there. Rage swelled in him and he wished that he could kill the creature all over again, but slower. He ran to Sam's injured side, ripping a piece from his teeshirt and pressing it onto the wound.
Bobby, in the meantime, pulled each poisoned spike from Sam's body. Through it all, Sam didn't make a sound. Dean hurried back to Sam's face, gently tapping his cheek trying to wake him up. Although it was freezing in the cave, Sam was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his tangled hair sticking to his forehead.
"Sammy, come on, open your eyes. I need you to open your eyes now! Please Sammy!" Dean pleaded.
Sam's eyes slowly opened and Dean leaned over him to let him know he was there. "Dean? Are you there?" Sam whispered.
"I'm right here Sammy, I've got you little brother." Dean cried, tears falling freely from his eyes. He grabbed Sam's hand, noticing that Bobby had already bandaged the cut on his wrist and was now working on the other one.
"Dean? I can't see you. Where are you?" Sam cried, his voice barely audible.
"I'm right here Sam!" Dean said, pulling Sam's hand to his cheek.
"It's so dark! Why is it so dark?" Sam pleaded.
"Shhh Sammy, were going to get you out of here, okay?" Dean replied, giving Bobby a worried glance, Bobby returning the look with his own worried eyes.
"M'kay Dean."
Sam's eyes slowly closed and he fell into a deep sleep. Bobby pulled a blanket from his duffel then he and Dean carefully wrapped Sam in it.
"How are we going to get him out of here Bobby?" Dean questioned.
"We can lay him on the other blanket, then each take an end. I would say we could carry him over our shoulders taking turns, but I'm worried about the stab wound in his stomach. It's just too risky." Bobby replied.
Bobby laid the blanket on the ground, then he and Dean gently lifted Sam from the slab and placed him on it. They then tied knots in each end for hand holds, gathered their supplies, then lifted Sam from the ground and began the exhausting journey out of the cave. When they entered the first chamber, they gently set Sam down and Dean collected his clothes from the floor where they still lay. He stuffed them into his duffel, picked Sam up again and headed down the passageway to freedom.
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Okay, so Sam is still alive and the Jardoul is dead. But, this story still has a bit to go. Hmmmmm, wonder what could possibly go wrong. Catch you all tomorrow.
Cindy.