Chapter 8: The Plot Twist

They arrived back at the Rains farm. Dean parked the car about a half a mile away behind a grouping of trees so no one would notice it.

"We should cut through the corn to avoid being seen," Sam said.

Dean looked like he wanted to object but he just nodded his head. They entered the field and starting cutting across the rows. Sam had to admit that it was creepy. He couldn't help but be reminded of the movie "Children of the Corn." That movie had scared him big time when he was a child.

Dean's every nerve was on full alert. He was working hard to control his fear. Dad had taught him years ago that fear would get you killed if you let it consume you.

After a couple of minutes they made it through the corn. They stopped and crouched down to see if they could see Mary. To their surprise the old car that had been in front of the house earlier was gone. Mary didn't seem to be home.

"This is almost too good to be true," Dean said. "Come on, now's our chance to search the house."

"Search for what?"

"I don't know exactly, but I'll recognize it when I see it," Dean said with his trademark smirk.

They hurried across the yard and up the front porch. Dean tried the knob but the door was locked. They made their way around to the back and found that door locked too. Dean moved to the kitchen window. He lifted up and grinned when it slid open. Dean crawled through the window and then walked to the door to let Sam in.

The inside of the house wasn't any better than the outside. Most of the furniture was old and had blankets draped over it. The kitchen table set was something from the seventies. At one time the place had been cute, but that time was long past.

They split up and went into different rooms. Sam found Mary's room and began to casually look through her things. Dean found Jacob's room and went in.

It was obvious that Jacob was into the occult. Crosses hung upside down, a pentagram was on the ceiling, and black candles lined a dresser. It looked like the stuff you would find in a rebellious teenager's room who was experimenting with Goth.

There was some silver jewelry on the dress, a skull ring, and a leather necklace with a spike pendant.

"Bunch of junk," Dean mumbled.

In the hall Sam opened a closet and noticed a cardboard box in the floor. He pulled it out and found bloody clothes inside. There was also a wallet, a Timex watch, a pocket knife, and a pack of Newports. Sam realized these were the personal affects found on Jacob's body the day of the murder. There was one more item in the box, a copy of "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and Other Tales," by Washington Irving. The book was covered in dried flaking blood.

While Sam was looking in the box Dean wandered back to the kitchen and opened the door that led to the basement. As soon as the door opened a strong stench entered his nostrils.

"Oh god!" Dean exclaimed and gagged from the smell. "Sam! Sam I think I've found something."

Sam shoved the items back into the box, everything except the book, which he shoved in his coat pocket, and then went to where Dean was in the kitchen.

"Man, what's that smell?" Sam asked, covering his nose with his hand.

"I think maybe we just found Jake's head," Dean replied. He flipped the light switch. All he could see was a dirt floor at the bottom of the steps.

He started making his way down slowly, looking for any sign of danger. Sam was following behind him. Once he was halfway down the steps he was shocked at what was on the other side of the cellar. A long table was against the wall and sitting on top of it was four severed heads, each in various stages of decay. Flies were circling the rotting flesh. Next to that table was another one set up to look like an alter to Satan or something just as evil.

"Dean, I've got a bad feeling about this," Sam said.

Dean was about to take the next step down when something grabbed his ankle. Without warning he fell forward and landed at the bottom of the stairs, hitting his head on the way down.

"DEAN!" Sam gasped. He ran down the remaining steps and kneeled next to his brother who was struggling to sit up. "Are you okay?"

"Sam, someone's here," he groaned.

Sam saw something out of the corner of his eye and looked up to see what was there. He never got to see it. Something struck him in the head with a powerful blow and then everything went black.

"NO!" Dean shouted as he watched the shovel swing down and connect with Sam's skull. Sam dropped like a rock. He never knew what hit him. He started to stand up when he heard a gun cock.

"Don't even think about it," Mary Rains warned. "My pa taught me to shoot when I was six. If you try anything I'll put a bullet right in your eye.

"I just want to check on my brother," Dean said.

"Leave him. He's still breathing. He ain't dead yet." Mary gave Sam a quick kick in the side which elicited a small grunt from him. "I knew you two would be back. I put the car in the barn so you'd think I was gone, and I waited."

"Why?" Dean asked. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because of Sarah. She showed me that I didn't have to take it anymore."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't you get it? Jake raped her just one time, and suddenly here comes two big strong men to protect her, but no one ever protected me! Jacob had been raping me for years. I even told pa, but he didn't do anything to stop it. When I found out that what he was doing was wrong, I finally decided to fight back."

Mary backed up a little bit but never took the gun off of Dean. Dean stole a glance at Sam but his brother was out cold. He could see blood covering the left side of his face but at least he was breathing.

"Get up," Mary ordered.

Dean pulled himself on his knees and then reached for Sam.

"I said leave him! Get up or I'll put a bullet in his head!"

Dean had never killed a woman before but the psycho bitch was really pissing him off. Sam was hurt pretty bad. All he wanted to do was check on him, but he got to his feet and stared at Mary.

"Over there," Mary told him.

Dean looked and saw that she was ordering him into a small room connected to the cellar.

"Get in there."

"Let me bring my brother," Dean asked. "Please."

Mary's response to Dean's request was to fire her gun. The bullet struck the ground just a few inches from Sam's unconscious body.

"ALL RIGHT!" Dean shouted. "All right! I'm going!" Dean moved quickly inside the small closet like room making a point of keeping his hands up in the air.

As soon as he was inside Mary pulled the door to and pad locked the door shut. A small window in the shape of a half circle allowed Dean to see out but almost no light came in. He felt around with his arms and realized the room he was in was only about four by four feet big with no windows. He was trapped.

Mary walked over to Sam and kicked him once more to make sure he was still unconscious.

"Leave him alone," Dean yelled.

"You're real protective of this fella aren't you? Just like Sarah's brothers protected her. I bet it'd hurt real bad if something happened to him. I bet it would just tear you up inside if I put a bullet in his pretty little head right now."

Dean didn't reply. That was what Mary wanted. She wanted to know that she was destroying a loving family. He was finally starting to understand her. Her family had been sick and twisted, and now she was sick and twisted. She hated love, she hated the very idea of family.

"You killed your brother," Dean stated. "But you tried to frame Jim and Brian for it."

"It was so perfect," Mary said. She pulled out a rope and stood over Sam. "They came here that night looking for Jacob. I told them exactly where to find him. I knew they'd beat the tar out of him. I wanted them to beat him. I wanted them to kill him, but of course they didn't do that. I followed them that night. They found Jake at the lake smoking a joint. He liked to go there at night sometimes. They beat him and beat him and beat him. Once they left I pulled up and helped Jake in the car. I told him I'd drive him home."

"Let me guess," Dean offered. "You drove him out to Perkins Road and chopped his head off."

"Give that man a cigar!" Mary laughed. "I told him something was wrong with the tire. He got out to look at it. I snuck up behind him with the scythe and WHAM! Of course it didn't come off with the first hit. It actually took me three tries before I got the damn thing off.

"It was late, everyone was asleep. I drove down to the car wash and washed the car off of all the blood. I even washed myself while I was there. Lord I was a mess. Then I came home and stuck dear old Jake's head over there on that shelf."

Mary hiked up her skirt and sat down on top of Sam; straddling his body. She ran her hands up and down his chest. "He sure is a pretty thing. His head will make a lovely addition to my collection, don't you think." She tenderly brushed his hair from his forehead.

Dean was repulsed by her actions. He grimaced as she bent over and kissed Sam on the mouth. Thank god Sam was unconscious and would never know of her advances on him. She finally bored of her game and grabbed Sam's hands and tied them together. Then she tied his feet together before standing back up.

She walked over to her little alter and picked up a piece of paper. She wrote something on the paper and then walked back to Sam.

"What are you doing?" Dean called.

"You'll see." Mary bent down and smeared Sam's blood on the piece of paper and then walked back to Dean. She held the paper up so he could see it through the small window. The bloody paper had one word written on it. SAM. Mary smiled at Dean and then she walked over to the alter where she put the paper in a pewter goblet. She struck a match and fire curled and charred the paper. Dean watched the flames dance and then die away.

"You better say good bye to your brother. When the sun sets Jacob will be coming for him."

"You BITCH!" Dean shouted. "Let me out of here! LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

"Enjoy your last few hours together." Mary climbed the stairs and closed the basement down, leaving Dean and Sam alone.

Dean's worst fears were coming true. The horseman was coming for Sam and he was trapped in this damn closet. He pushed on the door and discovered that it was solid wood. He continued to kick at it anyway but the thing wouldn't budge.

"Sam!" Dean called. "Sammy, wake up! Sammy, please!" Dean felt tears come to his eyes. He was desperate. He couldn't let Sammy die. He couldn't lose his baby brother. "Dad, I need you," Dean whispered. He couldn't remember a time in his life when he was more afraid than he was right now.