Here's chapter 8 everyone. I think, after talking to carol, and if I can figure out how, I'm going to change this to a rating of T. I really don't think it's an M, so ya'll bear with me and keep on reviewing. Thanks so much to everyone. I'll post 9 tomorrow.
Chapter 8
Sam and Dean reached the clearing at the same time. Dean decided to go look on the other side. He didn't see Sam grab his head. Dean looked around for a few minutes then said, "I don't see anything over here. What about you?" There was no answer. "Sam?" said Dean and turned around just in time to see Sam fall against a tree. "SAM! Dean dropped the duffel bag and ran to Sam's side. "Sam! Shit, I knew it!"
Sam was grabbing his chest, his eyes wild. "I'm dizzy Dean and I can't breath."
"Ok, easy Sammy." Dean cautiously lowered him to the ground. "I'm going to get the duffel bag, then we're getting the hell out of here." He touched Sam's face gingerly, checking for temperature and pulse. "Just stay here. I'll be right back!"
"I'm not going anywhere," said Sam breathlessly, looking at Dean with a fog. He watched Dean rush back to the bag, and then he heard the voice again. YOU WILL OBEY! Sam shook his head, willing the voice to be gone. He grabbed his temples.
Dean grabbed the duffel bag. He turned to get Sam so they could get out of there. He saw his brother up on one knee, obviously struggling, but the look on Sam's face made Dean's stomach turn. Sam was looking at him like he was a total stranger.
"Sam?" said Dean, slowly approaching his brother. Sam just stared at him, trying to process everything around him. "Are you alright," he called, but still got no answer. "Talk to me."
Sam looked at this stranger coming toward him. He heard the voice again. He's the one that's been causing you all this pain. Take care of him and the pain will stop. Sam looked at Dean with a vengeance in his eyes. He saw the stranger that was causing all the pain.
Dean continued to stare at his brother. The look on his face told Dean that he needed to tread very carefully. "Sammy, it's me. It's Dean." He raised both hands, palms out. Sam didn't respond, he just continued to stare at his brother with hatred in his eyes. How the hell am I going to get to him? "Sam, listen to me," but Dean was cut off as Sam lunged for him hitting him square in the chest knocking the breath out of him. "SAM," he gasped, but Sam was like a wild thing. He began to choke Dean. Sam was trying to kill him.
Dean knew he had to find a way out of this without killing his brother or being killed. "This is just great," he managed. With a burst of energy, Dean kicked Sam off and scrambled to his feet. Sam responded by rolling over and up, breathing hard. They squared off. Dean tried again, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Sam! Sammy! Come on man! Calm down!" Sam charged at him again, like a bull to the matador. Dean was ready this time and evaded the punch, pushing Sam to the ground, pinning him. "Sam, it's Dean. Snap out of it!" Sam pulled his feet out from under him, launching Dean. He fell hard on his back. A move Dean had taught him. "Damnit Sam, you can't use that move on me," he panted. For a couple of seconds, he couldn't move, because Sam had knocked the wind out of him again. He looked in his brother's direction. There was still no sign of recognition on Sam's face.
Sam walked over to Dean who was still lying on the ground trying to catch his breath. "Sam," said Dean, "you've got to remember me. Come on dude. Don't you know me?" Dean tried to get up but Sam put his foot on his brother's neck and pressed down. Dean went still. It was no use. Sam was fighting a stranger. He didn't see Dean. Sam pressed down a little harder on his brother's neck. Dean couldn't breath and he was afraid to move. "Sam, please remember," choked out Dean between breaths. Sam kicked Dean on the side of the head, knocking him out.
Papa Theodore walked out of the woods and walked over to where Sam was standing. He looked down at Dean who was lying unconscious on the ground. "Very good my son," he said, "you have done well. Now we'll finish this." He had Sam right where he wanted him. "Soon master soon" said Papa Theodore to the air. He instructed Sam to bring Dean to the clearing where Frank was waiting. Together, Frank and Sam tied Dean to an altar. When they were finished Sam stepped back from the altar.
"Now what?" said Frank, turning to Papa Theodore anxiously.
"Now we wait" replied Papa Theodore. He smiled as he looked at Sam who was staring off into space in a trance.