Chapter 20

A/N: Wow, I have had the worst writer's block known to man! I haven't been able to really write for nearly 3 months or more. It's crazy. I still have the block thing going on but I thought it best to try something at least. It's insanity and I'm tired of it haha, here's the next chapter, I hope it isn't too bad, I'm gonna try to get another chapter written in hopes that this chapter will help me to climb that mountainous writer's block. Enjoy!

Hunter. Geoff should know that word. It felt famaliar, like a bright light in the back of his mind that had been covered with dust for too long. He drew a breath, a long shuddering breath as his lungs hitched from the pain in his side. He tried to shift position, but gasped when he did so and settled for staying in place, watching Dean and Adrienne as he clawed though his mind in an attempt to find something that would help his friend.

The bones weren't there? Tears stung Dean's eyes with the realization that his little brother was off on a useless mission to save his ass. He drew a shuddering breath fighting against the mind rape that was being forced upon him. He felt violated, Adrienne was trying to take away all he knew, everything he thought he was and she was ripping it away tiny piece by tiny piece and leaving gaping, bleeding, holes behind as she went.

"Where?" Dean asked and was surprised at how small and helpless his voice sounded in the winter chill.

A smile, not unlike that of a psychopath on a murdering spree, crossed Adrienne's face, turning her lips up in a disgusting smile that taunted him. She caressed his hair, her nails digging into his skull as she did so. She leaned close and whispered something too quiet to hear into Dean's ear. The words were enough to startle and disgust him. The woman was mad, absolutely and entirely mad and Dean wanted nothing more to do with her, but he was caught under her spell and couldn't move.

Geoff craned his neck, trying to hear Adrienne's words, he had to figure out a way to save the young man in front of him, even if it was the last thing that he ever did. He struggled to get up, not knowing where he was going, but not caring, he just had to do something. He got to his knees and tried to stand, but his legs buckled beneath him, sending him crashing back to the ground with a pained yelp that drew the attention of Adrienne and even Dean turned weakly to blink at Geoff in curiosity. The blonde man who felt pressed to remember the importance of the word hunter, lay dazed on the ground, breathing heavily through the pain and the haze that clouded his vision.

"Don't worry about him, he will be dead soon." Adrienne whispered. "Now, where were we?" She asked and leaned in to press a kiss on Dean's lips once again.

The oldest Winchester felt more of his energy drain from him and yelled out weakly as pain bombarded his thoughts. He had to get away, and fast, or he was going to be lost to himself forever.

Sam ran through the snow, panting, stumbling, and tripping the entire trek back to where he had last seen his brother. Something wasn't right, the feeling in the air still felt wrong, like nothing had really changed. He rounded the last twist and burst through the trees and his questions were answered immediately when he Saw Adrienne bent over Dean with her lips pressed to his.

He had to be quiet, he had to work this through if he was goign to rescue his brother. He'd burnt the entire crypt, there's no way any part of that bitch could have remained behind, unless there was something he didn't know. That had to be it, there must be something important that he didn't know. He ran through his mind thinking of what would make sense and a light went off in his thoughts. Of course! He'd burnt her crypt with bones in it, but who those bones belonged to he didn't know. She had to be somewhere else. He crept around the perimetre of the scene laid out before him, cautious not to alert anybody of his presence and he dashed over to where Geoff lay panting on the ground, a fresh pool of blood blossoming on the snow beneath him. The guy was in rough shape, and so was his brother, he noted as he glanced over to where Adrienne seemed too preoccupied with Dean to even sense the arrival of the youngest brother.

"Sam?" The weak voice of Geoff whispered. Sam's gaze shifted immediately to the blonde.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Sam..I'm a hunter." Geoff stated, testing the words on his lips, rolling them around in his mouth to get a taste for the word that would send off alarms of recognition.

"What?" Sam questioned.

"A hunter." The young man stated, the words tasting sweet on his tongue, yes, they were good words, they were words that he knew.

Sam watched him quizzically, trying to decipher how the man laying before him could have ever been a hunter.

"Adrienne said that...that I was and so was doctor Grayson."

"She said that?" Sam whispered urgently. If that was true, then it could change everything.

Geoff nodded, too spent to speak any more as he continued to play with the words in his mind in hopes of gaining back the importance that they held to him.

From his spot on the ground, Dean had a fair view of the surrounding area, not that he was paying much attention. Not until he saw a familiar figure darting across the snow. Sam! Sam was back, he could tell him what he knew! He could...well as soon as he found out a way to shake off the bitch putting the moves on him. He pawed at her blindly with his hands, trying to push her away, but she only laughed at his attempts.

Had she noticed Sam? Dean didn't think so, if she had she would have done something by now, right?

Right. He thought to himself, trying to keep his thoughts of his brother as private as possible incase Adrienne could hear what he was thinking.

"The floorboards?" Dean spoke as loud as he could, in hopes that Sam would hear his question and pay attention.

"Yes, my love. The floorboards." Adrienne stated.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Because I knew that sooner or later some hunter would come along and try to do away with me. I could not let that happen, not when I am having so much fun running this little game and so I had myself spread around the castle under the wooden floorboards." Adrienne whispered.

Floorboards? The words shot through Sam like an electric shock, that's why nothing had happened, he had to find the right bones and now he knew that they were in the floorboards, now all he had to do was get to them.

Around the castle, she had said. So soft, Sam wasn't sure he'd heard properly, but it was his only chance. He looked down to Geoff who was struggling to get to his feet, he'd heard the words as well. Sam reached out and grabbed him gently under the arm, ignoring the blood that dripped to the ground.

"Stay here." Sam instructed. Geoff shook his head.

"I'm coming with you, if I can help...I want to help." Geoff said using Sam as leverage to climb to his feet.

"Geoff." Sam warned.

"She is around the castle, under the wooden boards. I know which rooms have wooden floors, it would take you forever to find them."

The guy had a point. Sam realized, but how could he get to the castle without being noticed with Geoff holding them back. He had to try, it was the only way. He looked back again to see if Adrienne had noticed. She still seemed infatuated with Dean. That was good, if only Dean could take enough to let them get to the castle it would be okay, it depended on Dean.

Dean saw Sam pull Geoff to stand. Good, he had heard her, but why was he taking Geoff with him? He liked the guy too, but Geoff was in no shape to make it to the castle, what the hell was Sam doing? He saw the two men take off across the castle grounds slowly and Adrienne started to turn. Dean pulled his strength together and reached up to grab her. It looked like it was time for another distraction, disgusted with himself, he pulled her close to him, but it worked. She was paying attention to him, that was good, that's what he wanted.

Too easy. That was what was going through Sam's head the entire trek to the big doors leading into the castle. It was too easy, they hadn't met any resistance, Adrienne hadn't noticed them leave, there was nothing. It was too easy, something had to give, it just had to.

He pushed the doors open as quietly as possible and pulled the semi-conscious Geoff thorugh with him, shutting the doors behind them. He looked around the back entrance room, there was nobody there. Damn it he hated this, he hated when it was this easy because it meant that something bad was bound to happen. No time to dwell on it, not this time, he had more pressing issues to deal with, he had to burn the bones.

"Okay, where's the closest wooden floor?" Sam asked.

"Kitchen, the pantry room." Geoff said and pointed down one of the halls.

"Okay, let's go." Sam replied and started off in the direction that Geoff had pointed out.