Before the phone call to Bobby...

It all happened so fast. Kate opened the door and the next thing Sam knew he was pinned to the wall, feet just brushing the floor and he could feel as sluggish lines of blood steadily dripped from his slightly higher left shoulder and down his side. He could smell sweat, and even though he knew his eyes were open, he couldn't see anything.

Sam cocked his head to the side, listening and he realized he there wasn't anything to hear except his heart pounding in his chest. "Kate! Kate, answer me." His voice sounded funny to him and he cleared his throat, "Kate? Anyone?"

A small sound came from off to his left and his head swung in that direction. The sound became a cry, a low soft sobbing sound and Sam cursed the fact that he for some reason couldn't see. "Kate is that you? Please, someone answer me." Desperation crept into Sam's voice and it bothered him. His arm was completely numb and he was starting to feel dizzy and queasy. He wondered how much blood he'd lost. The crying stopped.

"Sam…where are you…?"

Sam felt a small shock of relief when he heard Kate's voice, "Kate, I can't see anything. Where are you?"

Kate's voice was getting louder, as she got closer, "Keep talking I can't see anything either…shit…"

Sam heard Kate stumble, "You okay? Where are we and what the hell happened?"

Something touched Sam's chest and he flinched until he smelled Kate's perfume and realized it was her hand, "Yeah, I'm fine…just tripped. I was hoping you'd know what was going on. I opened the door and then boom, I wake up in here. It's pitch black, can't find you and…" Kate's hand slid over Sam's chest to his left side. She felt the wet stickiness of his blood and gasped. "Shit, you're hurt and why are you so much taller?"

Sam struggled against whatever was holding him to the wall, "Don't know, something has me pinned to the wall." He gasped when her hand met his shoulder, and bumped the object that was obviously responsible for his all but dangling position.

Kate ran her hands over the object that had pierced Sam through the shoulder and held him pinned to the wall. "What the hell is this thing?"

Sam felt his eyes drift shut and he felt cold, so cold. He knew he was going into shock. "Kate…too much blood…need help…" He forced his eyes back open. "Call Dean."

Kate nodded into the dark, "Sam, come on stay with me." She pulled off her jacket and packed it around the wound, leaving him impaled. Using her right hand she pressed hard against the wound making Sam groan, "Sorry, come on keep talking Sam. You've got to help me."

Sam nodded and rolled his head toward her. "My right pocket, speed dial 2. Hurts…shit…that hurts."

Kate felt Sam nod against her hand and she reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The screen lit up, and the small light in the darkness made Sam look ghostly pale. Kate held the two button down and waited to hear it ring.

"Better be good Sammy…" Dean mumbled irritably into the phone, "…and what the hell's taking you so long? What'd you do, get lost?"

"Dean, Sam's hurt and I'm not sure where we are." Kate's replied calmly.

"Kate? What do you mean you don't know where you are…and what do you mean Sam's hurt? Shit, you two have been gone more than three hours. I just figured you were doing the dirty…didn't want to interrupt."

Kate could hear Dean moving, probably getting his coat and boots on. She could also hear Logan in the background responding to Dean's words and actions. She took a deep breath, "Look, as far as I know we were just at my front door. I opened it and then next thing I know I wake up in pitch black. I figure it's just a couple of minutes later. Sam's hurt, something, and I have no clue what it is, is sticking out from his shoulder and it has him pinned to the wall behind us. He's going into shock and I need some help."

"We're heading to your place, but if you have any other information to share it might help…hang on." Dean said something about weapons to Logan and then was back on the phone, "Can you see anything, smell anything, any information is useful. Concentrate. Can Sam talk?"

Kate could tell Dean was outside, "I'm giving Sam the phone." She pressed the phone to Sam's ear, "Sam. Come on Sam Dean wants to talk to you." Kate pressed hard into the wound, making Sam moan.

"Dean?" Sam's voice was a little slurred, "Dean...hurt man."

"Sammy listen, we're coming, but you gotta help. Anything you can tell me?" Dean's voice was breathy, he was moving fast.

"'Is cold, Dean…really cold." Sam moved his head away from the phone, "Dark…hear humming." Sam wrinkled his nose, "Smells…don' know…like high school…yeah like gym class…" Sam started to shiver uncontrollably and his eyes fell shut. "T…t…tired…"

"Sam? Sammy! Kate, you there?" Dean was yelling into the phone.

Kate moved the phone back to her ear, "Dean, please hurry, Sam just passed out and I can't help him. He's right I can hear the humming. It sounds mechanical, don't know and even though we're inside it's cold." Kate closed her eyes and tried to focus on where they might be. "Dean, it's downstairs…we're in the ice rink somewhere."

"We're almost there. Shit, something's wrong. Kate…th….re….hissssss…am….I….th…." and the phone went dead.

Kate pulled the phone from her ear; the screen was blank so she pressed the two again. Nothing happened; no light came on, no sound. "Shit..." She moved close to Sam, "Hey you with me?"

Sam moaned, but didn't answer.

Kate reached up, feeling along his neck for his carotid pulse. She found it, felt it beat under her hands thready, irregular and rapid. She needed to get the bleeding under control, but without being able to see she was afraid to move him, besides removing the object in his shoulder could actually make the bleeding worse. Kate was shocked at how cool Sam's skin felt and she was getting worried, very worried.

Kate closed her eyes, which seemed a silly thing to do in the pitch black, but it did help her focus. She closed her eyes and imagined the layout of the ice rink. In the front door, rental desk to the left and office to the right the short hall opening into the main room lined with pay lockers. Two rows of benches in the middle with the snack bar along the far wall and four small booths right in front. All the way past the lockers on the right was the door opening out to the ice and completely opposite were the restrooms and locker rooms. Each locker room had its own door out to the stands that surrounded the ice.

Sam was right it did smell like a gym class…they were in one of the locker rooms and based on the smell it was the home/men's locker room. The away/women's locker room always smelled of the potpourri tucked into several places around the room. Kate had only been in the men's locker room twice, both times to help move someone who was injured, but since the locker rooms backed up to each other she assumed they were laid out the same way.

"Sam…hey Sam listen." Kate slapped Sam's cheek lightly.

Sam rewarded her with a low groan.

"I'm gonna try to figure out where we are, so hang on for me okay."

"K..k…kinda stuck doin that…" Sam answered groggily.

Kate was slightly reassured, "Yeah, sorry 'bout that and thanks for keeping your sense of humor about the whole thing."

"Uh…" Sam slurred in response.

Kate moved slowly, sliding her hands from Sam's body, over the thing sticking through his chest and then to the wall behind him. The wall was cool and tile. She smiled. She was positive they were in the locker room. She slid her feet along the floor and her hands along the wall. At least she knew why it was so dark. There were no windows in the locker room, now if she could only find the light switch.

Kate continued to move, slowly off to Sam's left. She heard something, thought it was a voice and she called out, "Dean…we're in here." Kate tripped and fell to the floor just as door opened and light poured in from the outside.

"Who's in here?" A voice called, "I'll call the police. Damn, what're you doing in here?"

Kate stared, but was unable to tell who it was in the doorway since the figure was backlit. "My friend is hurt. We need help."

The man flipped on the lights and Kate blinked, eyes watering against the sudden brightness. Kate raised a hand, shielding her eyes from some of the glare as the man moved toward her. She didn't recognize him, though he was dressed in a lodge maintenance uniform. He appeared to be close to about thirty, broad shouldered and a ball cap covered his shoulder length hair. Kate gave him a nervous smile.

"My friend is hurt, back by the showers…" Kate watched the man move closer and then casually lean against a row of lockers. She pushed herself to her feet and watched him warily. Something about him made her nervous.

He smiled slowly as his eyes travelled up and then back down her body. "Hurt, huh? Well, how exactly did you two get in here then? Rink's been locked up for hours."

Kate backed up a step, suddenly very uncomfortable. "That's a good question, see we woke up here…neither of us knows how we got here, but really, my friend is hurt badly. I can't move him by myself." Kate pointed behind her, "I called for help, and they're on the way, but they haven't gotten here yet." Shit, what the hell was wrong with this guy? "I'm Kate Ross. I head up the Mountain Rescue Medic team. I haven't seen you around before."

The man smiled and Kate immediately felt the chills run down her spine. Something was off…terribly off.

"What? You don't recognize me?" The man cocked his head to the side, "Oh, wait a minute…we never really met did we?" He stepped toward Kate. "You'd already run off down the stairs, taking the little brat with you."

Kate's heart skipped a beat, her breath paused in her chest and fear, deep and cold coiled in her belly. She shook her head, "They said you were gone."

The man laughed, "Yeah, well they think a lot of things don't they. What I am, isn't who you think I am." The man waved his hand, "Hell, Azazel really is gone. Stupid fool that he is did manage to find that one way out though didn't he." He shook his head, "Funny when you think about it. The ghost of demon possessing a possessed ghost…none of us even knew it was possible."

Kate was moving steadily backward, toward Sam. She was unsure what was going on, but this jerk was scaring her and if he wasn't the demon from the tower how did he know about the tower. Her question must have been clear on her face because the man laughed.

"Oh, sweetheart, I was just watching you all. Azazel is crude, but he is entertaining as hell." The man moved until he was standing inches from Kate. He gave an exaggerated bow, "Oh, I should introduce myself. You see I'm Finn…Logan's long lost brother."

So, what do you all think? I know I'm evil. My muse is on a roll, hope to have more up while I can.

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