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Hide and Seek
Chapter 29 – Under Attack
The sound of a gun shot rang through the night air followed by a scream.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled as he bolted for the door. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the shot gun floating in the air and Sam laying on the ground just beyond, a look of pain on his face. "Oh God, Sammy!" Dean ran towards his brother but stopped when the shot gun headed towards him. Dean instinctively reached and grabbed the gun, looking around trying to find the source of Sam's distress.
"Dean, we need to get back into the house quickly…I think I got rid of him for the moment, but he will be back…I can still feel him near by!" Sam groaned as he tried to get to his feet. Sam had been able to use his telekinetic ability to raise the shot gun and shoot it at the last moment, but it had taken the last of his energy. He swayed as he got onto his feet, his head threatening to explode from the pain.
Dean moved quickly and placed Sam's arm over his shoulder, he kept the shot gun handy as he helped Sam back into the house. As he entered the door, he noticed for the first time the salt in front of the door. He also noticed that Sam was gripping the book that Bobby had given him tightly in his good arm. Dean place Sam on the sofa and went back to close the door, making sure that the salt ring was undisturbed.
Sam sat on the end of the sofa, fighting the nausea that was threatening to erupt. The pain worse this time than ever before. Sam guessed it had something to do with his physical condition and the fact that he had used his powers more then once in the past few days. Missouri had warned him against over using his abilities…she had told him it would take time before he could use them more frequently. Sam sighed as he felt his big brother sit next to him on the sofa, placing a calming hand on Sam's shoulders. Sam couldn't meet Dean's eyes, he knew that his brother would be furious with him…he had told Dean he would wake him before doing anything…but at the time he felt it was more important for him to get some rest.
Sam waited for the tirade while he took shallow breaths trying to keep his stomach under control. Sam didn't even look up when he heard Liz enter the room. "Dean, what happened!"
"I was wondering that myself…I woke up to find Sam here outside taking target practice. Care to tell us what that was all about Sammy?" Dean didn't like the way his brother was acting. He could tell that Sam was sick to his stomach and probably had another one of his headaches, which meant he had used his spoon bending powers outside. He knew from experience that Sam would tell him when he was ready and not before. But he also knew that Sam was hiding something from him. "Come on little brother…when were you going to tell me that we are facing some kind of demon?"
Sam sighed, running his hand through his hair, wincing as he realized his wrist was now probably broken. "Dean, I'm not hiding anything ok…its just there was no time and I thought I could handle it…and I did!" Sam realized he sounded like a 16 year old who had been caught driving the family car without permission.
Dean took a deep breath, fighting his anger and frustration with his brother. He knew that Sam hated being treated as if he couldn't take care of himself. He also knew that Sam could handle most situations and had done in the past. But he had to try to get him to understand. "Sam, look man, I'm not mad at you…at least not much anyway. I understand you wanting to handle things on your own once in a while, but what is our number one rule?"
Sam took a deep breath repeating the phrase his father had drilled into the boys at a very young age. "Never go into a situation without backup or a backup plan of escape in case things go wrong…but Dean, I knew all I had to do was yell and you'd be there. Beside, I took the necessary precautions even though all I was doing was going a few feet to the car."
"You should have woken me up Sam, you should have told me what was going on so that I could help you."
"And would you have let me go alone?" Sam asked, looking up at his brother to see his brother's face.
"Probably not by yourself, no…but I would not have excluded you either." Dean sighed. The truth was; he knew that if the situation had been reversed, he probably would have done the same thing. Deciding to change the subject, he pointed to the salt by the front door. "So, what's with the salt Sammy?"
Sam sat back, massaging his forehead, he knew they didn't have time if they were going to make sure that the house was protected. "Dean, we need to place the protective symbols around the house. Liz's spell won't keep the demon from entering here. We need to hurry before it's too late!"
Liz had been watching the interchange between the two boys and was just getting ready to ask them what the hell was going on when she felt something. Turning she tried to identify what it was when she felt a sudden pain in her head. Screaming in pain she fell to her knees as a voice sounded in her mind.
"The salt may keep my physical presence out…but I can still visit using you. You will do what I say or you will die witch…do you hear me. Let me in and the pain will stop!"
Dean was instantly beside Liz, watching in horror as he realized what was happening. He knew he only had moments to react. "Sorry Liz…but it's the only way" Dean hit Liz in the face, knocking her unconscious. He quickly carried her to the bedroom as Sam followed behind him.
"It's getting to her already. I was afraid of that. It sensed her psychic abilities and is attacking her…we have to hurry Dean!" Sam reached into their bag and pulled out a length of rope. He and Dean quickly tied the young woman to the bed being careful to make sure the knots were tight but would not hurt her.
"Ok Sammy, lets get those symbols up before he gets any stronger!" Dean and Sam quickly went through the house and placed the symbols to repel demons and double checked the salt rings. A few moments later they met back in the bedroom. Liz was tossing on the bed and moaning.
"NO, go away…I don't want you!"
"But my dear, if you let me I can give you what your heart desires most…you will never be alone again. All I ask is that you let me help you."
"I don't know who or what you are, but I don't need your help!"
"Have it your way…next time we meet, you will die!"
Sam watched as Liz began to quiet. "I think it's working Dean. I don't think it is strong enough to force its way in yet."
"Lets hope so, otherwise we're going to have to do an exorcism…all we can do now is wait for her to wake up." Dean sighed as he saw the bruise forming on her jaw. He knew that was going to hurt when she woke up.
"All we can do is wait Dean. I just hope we got the symbols up in time."
Dean motioned to the chair as he notice his brother starting to sway on his feet again. "Sammy, sit down before you fall down. Stay there and watch Liz while I get you some pain killers for that head of yours and it looks like we also need to splint your wrist."
Sam decided to listen to his brother, falling into the chair with a moan. He closed his eyes, but quickly forced them back open. He wouldn't fall asleep…not until he was sure this was over. He knew that somehow the demon that was driving the spirit of Nathan Myer had attached itself to him, making him relive the moment in the crypt over and over again in his sleep. He only hoped that once they had exorcised the demon and burned the bones of the ghost, the nightmares would go away.
Dean returned and saw the brief look of fear in his brother's eyes. He also noticed that Sam was fighting to keep his eyes open. "Sam, you need to tell me…what did that spirit do to you? Why won't you go to sleep?"
Sam jumped and looked away, he hadn't meant for Dean to see his fear. But as per usual his brother had zeroed in on the problem. "Look Dean, I'm not sure, but every time I have closed my eyes…I end up back in the crypt…I mean, I tell myself it's a dream but it seems too real…I'm afraid one of these times I won't be able to wake up. We have to figure out a way to get rid of this thing once and for all!"
Dean patted Sam on the shoulder. "Sam, you're going to have to sleep sometime…your body is going to force you sooner or later. Look, if you fall asleep either Liz or I will always be near to wake you. The only reason you had trouble this last time was you had used your head as a battering ram."
Sam shook his head. "No thanks Dean, I will stay awake as long as I can…I just can't…I can't go through that again, even in a dream" Sam hated the way his body began to shudder and his breathing began to hitch in his throat as the memory of those long hours in the crypt came back to him.
"Sammy, hey little brother where did you go there?" Dean gently shook his brother's shoulders, not liking the change in his brother's breathing or the paleness of his face.
Sam blinked and focused once again on his brother's concerned face. "Sorry Dean, I guess it affected me more than I want to admit. Anyway, we need to figure out how to get rid of this thing before it attacks Liz again. If I understand the way this demon works, now that the Myer's are all dead, it must find a new victim."
"And you think it may try to attach itself to Liz?" Dean asked, casting a concerned gaze towards the young woman laying on the bed.
"Yes Dean…I think it may try, but if can't it will kill her along with both of us."
"Ok Sammy…so how do we kill this bastard!"
TBC
Raven524: Ok, so I'm giving you all a break from cliff hangers. They are all safe (I think) for the moment and may even get to take a breather before the final battle (maybe?). Thanks for all your reviews! I know this was kind of a long arc to this story, but I hope you are all still enjoying it…just let me know what you think!
