Chapter 5

Sam can barely believe his luck when he realises the he still has a penknife in his pocket, having immediately presumed that his kidnappers would have taken it off him. He spares another glance at the three family members, reassuring himself that they're distracted, before twisting as he struggles to reach the knife. He winces with the pain that explodes down his right shoulder, struggling not to cry out as he twists his bound hands towards his left pocket.

Finally he manages to pull out the penknife. Glancing at his kidnappers again, he opens it and begins hacking at the rope. Please just give me a few minutes, he begs, praying that he'll be able to escape before he's noticed and loses his last chance.

"You really think he's in here?"

Dean shrugs as he examines the entrance to the old remains of a cabin.

"It's the only thing we've found out here other than trees and freakin' grass so far."

"True," Bethany smiles.

Dean pushes the slightly ajar door further, causing it to creak as it swings on its one remaining hinge.

He turns back to Bethany. "Let's go."

The inside of the cabin appears as derelict and uninhabited as the outside but Dean continues to search from room to room for some sign of Sam. Crossing the large living area, Dean notices a creak. He stops and takes a step back and the same creak resounds again. Crouching down, Dean lifts up the rug and sees a trap door.

"Hey, Bethany!"

She appears in the doorway a moment later.

"I think Sam might be down here."

Bethany steps up beside Dean, glancing nervously down at the trap door.

Sam struggles not to gasp in shock when the rope finally gives and the penknife falls from his hand. He glances across to make sure his kidnappers are unaware of his situation before scanning the room for the easiest means of escape. His only opportunity presents itself as a heavy metal door across the room. Sam slowly, carefully gets to his feet, the penknife still clutched in his right hand, and begins making his way towards the door, as silently as possible. When Sam is merely ten feet away, the youngest of the family looks up and notices Sam.

"Hey!"

Sam wastes no time in diving at the door but the son reaches him first, moving with what Sam is sure must be superhuman speed, and knocks Sam to the ground. Without hesitation, Sam plunges the knife up and into the man's stomach, twists it, then yanks it back out. The man looks shocked but shows no signs of pain and no blood spills from his wound. A look of shock and disgust crosses Sam's face.

"You can't kill me, I'm already dead," the man smirks, his father coming up to stand behind him.

"Jimmy you were supposed to be watching him," the man's father drawls. "You know we can't let him escape, we're already behind. You're mother needs him for her ritual. I need his blood to stay alive."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Just see that it doesn't happen again. Tie him back up, cut him if you have to, just not too deep. We'll need nearly all of his blood."

The son, Jimmy, nods curtly and roughly drags Sam up onto his knees and, crouching down, begins tying Sam's hands behind his back. Before he has the chance to knot the rope, Sam shoots his elbow back into Jimmy's chest, knocking him backwards. Sam is just about to reach for the door when it flies open and Sam looks up to see his brother stood in the doorway.

"Sammy, are you alright?" Dean helps Sam to his feet.

"Ask me that in about ten minutes," Sam nods his head towards his kidnappers, Jimmy now starting to get to his feet and his father already headed towards them. Margie continues her chanting, oblivious to what's going on around her. Dean pulls a gun out of the back of his jeans and starts firing at Jimmy. The bullet goes through his forehead and he stares at them a moment before collapsing and dissipating into a cloud of dust before his body even hits the ground.

"Rock salt?" Sam asks, surprised, "but they're not ghosts."

Dean shrugs and fires off another three rounds at the father. "Whatever gets the job done."

"The mother's still in there."

Dean nods and steps further inside the room. The second he notices Margie, he fires and she too disappears in a cloud of dust.

"How did you do that?" Bethany asks from the doorway.

Dean shrugs, "I just wish they were all that easy. Ghosts especially are bastards to get rid of."

Dean watches as Bethany unlocks the door to her house and steps inside, pausing to turn and wave at Sam and Dean. The two brothers wave back and Dean starts the car.

"Hey, Sammy?"

"What?" Sam replies through gritted teeth.

"You get kidnapped again and I'm not saving your ass this time. It's really starting to become a regular thing."

"You didn't save my ass. Even if you hadn't showed, I still would have gotten out of there."

"Oh yeah? How? Were you hiding a rock-salt loaded gun all along?"

"Just drive."

"Whatever geek-boy."

"Jerk."

Dean smirks, "bitch."

The one flickering candle in the warehouse shudders one last time before going out, shrouding the room in darkness. The only sound to be heard is the scurry of rats until a loud whirring sound begins to increase in volume and a cloud of dust morphs together to show a young man. Jimmy.

"This isn't over, Winchesters. You think you're bullets can kill us?"

Behind Jimmy, his mother emerges out of another dust cloud, bearing an equally grim expression. She lays a hand gently on Jimmy's shoulder.

"Tonight was the last chance we had to keep your father alive."

"Don't worry, they'll pay. And we will bring dad back. I don't care what we have to sacrifice to do it."

That's it for now guys, there may be a sequel one day but it's a longway off at the minute. Thanks for sticking with me through my first Supernatural fic and thanks for all of the kind reviews, you guys are the best seriously.