Hey, everyone. I'm still a dunce when it comes to this site. I hope you like my ff so far. I've really enjoyed writing it. I can't wait for this to get up on the board. I hope that one day soon, I will be able to post here without freaking out. Anyway, here's chapter 3. Please tell me what you think so far. Please review. It's important to me. LOL
sheila
Chapter 3
The impala pulled up to the edge of the woods. Sam got out of the car and went to the edge, as the note instructed. Suddenly, a man came barreling toward him and he didn't look too happy. Sam turned around to run, but there behind him was another man and he was carrying a large machete. Sam raised his hands, palms out, and the guy with the machete motioned for him to enter the woods. Without a word Sam did as he was told, all the while wishing that he had listened to his brother. This was a trap and Dean had recognized it. Sam couldn't understand why he didn't. He had always been the cautious one, but this time he walked right into it.
Dean pulled up in a stolen car and arrived at the edge of the woods just in time to see Sam being let into the woods with two armed men. "Shit," he said. "I knew it! I just knew it! Yeah, I'm definitely going to kick his ass!" Dean went back to the car to get some more weapons and his EMF meter, just in case. He entered the woods hoping that he didn't alert the men that had Sam.
The two men led Sam to a clearing in the middle of the woods, where a figure stood waiting. The man turned and he saw Papa Theodore. Sam recognized him from a picture that he had seen. He knew he was in trouble. In the circle Sam heard music and saw dancing. All of a sudden that feeling of dread came over him again. Papa Theodore walked over to Sam and sneered. "You and your brother should not have come!" He threw some type of powder into Sam's face. Sam fell to the ground gasping for breath. The priest leaned over him and said, "Now, you belong to me!" Papa Theodore laughed a hideous laugh. "When I call you will obey. You will not be able to resist." It was the last thing Sam heard before he passed out.
Dean followed Sam at a distance trying to mask that he was there, but when he got to the clearing it was empty. The men were gone. The only one there was Sam, lying unconscious in the clearing. "SAM," yelled Dean and ran over to his brother. He looked around again but there was no one else there. It was as if the others had vanished into thin air. He rushed over to Sam and knelt beside him. Sam was unconscious but he was breathing. "SAM! SAM! Come on and wake up now" said a desperate Dean. "Come on now, open your eyes and talk to me!"
"What happened" Sam said groggily. "Where am I?"
"What? You don't remember?" asked Dean.
"No." answered Sam. "I don't remember anything after we went into Frank's house." Dean just looked at Sam.
Dean knew they were in trouble. "Come on, let's get you back to the motel room." He helped Sam to his feet. He swayed and Dean put a supportive arm around his brother's waist while putting Sam's arm around his shoulder. "Are you ok?" asked Dean.
"Yeah" said Sam, struggling to walk, "I think so. Just don't let go ok."
"No way. I won't let you go. I'm right here." said Dean. Dean fished in Sam's pocket for the keys to the impala and shuffled him in. They got back to the motel room and Dean filled Sam in on everything that had happened since they had left Frank's house.
Sam looked at his brother like he had grown two heads. "I don't remember any of that," he retorted rubbing his eyes. "Dean, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me."
"I know you don't." said Dean patting his brother's shoulder. All of a sudden Sam grabbed his head and yelped in pain and Dean knew that this was just the beginning.