Here's chapter 9 everyone. Things are really getting bad for Dean. Will they be able to escape in time. Will Dean be able to reach his brother before he kills him. Reviews are always appreciated. I hope you all still like it.

Chapter 9

Dean woke up and tried to move but couldn't, then he realized that he was tied to some type of altar. His head was pounding from the blow he took. His eyes came into focus and he saw Frank standing in front of him. "You son of a bitch," he said struggling against the ropes. "You had this planned from the beginning didn't you? There never was a Tyler"

"Oh yes, there was a Tyler," Frank said moving closer to Dean. "He wanted to harm Papa Theodore. I couldn't let that happen. Papa's been too good to me."

Dean shook his head in disgust. "You killed Tyler."

"Yes, he was getting to close." Frank looked at him with a gleam in his eyes.

"So now you think your gonna kill me, is that it?" said Dean, tightening his jaw. "Well, all I can say is you better make it count the first time man, because I'm not going down without a fight."

"No. I'm not the one who is going to kill you." Frank turned to look at Papa Theodore who was coming out of a cave. Dean watched the man come closer. "He's awake Papa," called Frank.

"Good" said Papa Theodore, making his way toward Dean. He came into Dean, close and whispered in his ear. "You should have stayed away from here."

Dean looked angrily at Papa Theodore. "So, you're Papa Theodore, huh," said Dean, trying to get more information out of the duo. He spied the two dolls made to look like Sam and Dean on the ground near him. "Funny, you don't look like the type of man that would play with dolls."

Frank walked over to Dean and hit him hard across the face, causing him to see stars. "You watch how you talk to him," said Frank with anger in his voice. "He's a good man. He's been good to me."

"Yeah," said Dean sarcastically, "I bet he has. I can just feel the love!" Frank hit Dean across the face again, causing his lip to bleed. Dean spit.

"It's alright Frank," said Papa Theodore in a soothing tone. "Let him have his say."

"Where is my brother you freak? What have you done to him?"

The man smiled and Dean got the chills. "Your brother belongs to me," replied Papa Theodore.

Anger filled Dean's voice. "No! He doesn't belong to you. My brother doesn't know what he's doing. You messed with him. Where is he?"

"He'll be here soon" said Papa Theodore menacingly. "Why? Are you worried? You should be you know. He is the one who will kill you!"

"He wouldn't do that." said Dean tentatively, but he was getting worried. He remembered the fight.

"Well of course, he would," said Papa Theodore knowingly. "It won't be the first time that he tried to kill you, now would it?" He glared at Dean.

Dean was stunned at the comment. "That wasn't Sam," said Dean, "he was being controlled by Ellicott."

"Well, now he's being controlled by me." said Papa Theodore. He turned to look at Frank who was taking the whole scene in.

"How did you know about that?" questioned Dean.

"It doesn't matter how," he said, dismissing Dean, "what matters is that I control Sam and you will die at his hands and then he will kill himself."

Dean shook his head. "Leave my brother alone. He's not part of this. It's me who you want. It's not going to happen."

Papa Theodore looked at Dean and enjoyed the spirit of the game. He chided Dean. "Yes it will. Your brother doesn't even know who you are. As a matter of fact, he thinks you're his enemy, the one causing all his pain."

"You're crazy! You son of a...!" Frank hit him again.

"Enough!" said Papa Theodore to Frank who was shaking with anger toward Dean's outrage. "It's time! The sacrifice has been prepared."

"I'm not a sacrifice, you freak." said Dean and began to struggle against his ropes again.

Papa Theodore laughed and went back over to the cave. "Come, it's time" he said, reaching his hand forward toward the opening. Sam obeyed, walking steadily toward Papa Theodore.

Dean turned his head to look at his brother. "Sam," he yelled but Sam didn't hear him. He was in some type of trance. He looked at Dean but didn't recognize him.

"Now Sam, do you see that man?"

Sam looked over at Dean. "Yes."

"That's the man that has been causing you all your trouble." Instinctively, Sam grabbed his head.

"Sam, don't listen to him!" said Dean but it was no use. Sam still didn't recognize him.

Papa Theodore continued. "It's because of him," he said pointing at Dean. "He's causing all your pain. All the headaches you've been having, he's the one that is doing this to you. If you kill him, it will all stop and you'll be ok." Sam looked to Papa Theodore, begging the pain to stop in his head with his glance.

Dean knew he was in trouble and his brother was in real pain. He had to continue to try and get through to him. "Sam, it's not true" said Dean, "he's lying to you! I'm here to help you, and protect you. It's me Sam! It's Dean! You've got to fight it!"

Papa Theodore shook his head and said to Sam. "See how he lies? That's not your brother. That's not Dean. He killed Dean!" said Papa Theodore striking to the bone. "Dean was trying to help you, and he killed him. Now you have to kill him! For revenge."

"What!" Dean shouted, not believing where this was going. "Dude, you're crazy!" Frank hit him in the stomach and Dean doubled over in pain.

Those words rung true with Sam. "You killed my brother," he said, turning toward Dean with fury in his eyes. "I'll kill you for that!"

"Sam, Jesus, will you listen to me! I did not kill your brother! I am your brother!" said Dean, starting to get annoyed at how this was going. How am I going to snap him out of this?

"He's lying to you Sam" said Papa Theodore, coaxing him even further. His words were weaving a spell. "You know what your brother looks like don't you?" Sam blinked at the man in front of him. "Is that him?" Sam looked at Dean but saw an unfamiliar face.

"No, it's not" he said.

"Come on Sammy!" said Dean and began to struggle against his ropes again. Sam walked over to Dean and hit him hard across the face.

"I will kill you for what you did to my brother!" Frank and Papa Theodore smiled and left Sam to finish the task at hand. Sam grabbed a large hunting knife and walked toward his brother.

Dean was relieved to see them go, but panicked as his brother grabbed the knife. "Sammy. Remember, I came to your apartment. I wanted you to help me find dad because he was missing. I met Jessica," he paused to recall that moment in his head. "I thought she was hot! Her blonde hair flowing and those legs…"

A flicker of recognition went across Sam's face. "Jess?"

Dean jumped at the breakthrough. "Yes, Jess. Remember she was wearing that shirt with the smurfs on it. I joked about how she was way out of your league." Sam backed off a little, confusion on his face. Dean knew it was working and continued, "We left to go find dad. We fought the woman in white. You said I smelled like a toilet. We got dad's journal." Dean could see the wheels turning in his brother's head, trying to process the information. "He left us coordinates and I wanted you to go with me but you had the interview, so I took you home, remember? How would a stranger know that Sam!"

"I went back to the apartment," said Sam, piecing it together. He lowered the knife in his hand.

"Yeah," said Dean, breathing easier, "that's right."

"I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes," said Sam, remembering the night. "I felt something drip on my head. I opened my eyes and Jess was on the ceiling." Sam looked at Dean.

"That's right" said Dean. He looked to see if his brother recognized him yet, but he didn't. "Sam, how would I know all that if I wasn't Dean? Come on!" Sam stared at Dean and then walked over to the fire that Papa Theodore had started. He looked around for a branch and lit the end of it. He walked back over to Dean who was thinking that he shouldn't have reminded Sam of that particular event, especially when there was a fire so near. "What are you doing with that," asked Dean as he looked at the branch coming in his direction.

"Not only did you kill my brother, but you also killed Jess!" said Sam. He held the branch close to Dean's face. Dean shrank back against the altar that he was tied to. He felt the heat from the flame of the branch. "I want you to know how Jess felt when she was burning you son of a bitch!" shouted Sam.

"Shit," said Dean, "Sam! I did not kill Jessica! I did not kill your brother! I am your brother! I am Dean! Look at me Sam!" cried Dean.

"I am looking at you!" said Sam, inching the branch closer to him.

"No you're not!" said Dean frantically, "you're looking at who you think I am! You're looking at who Papa Theodore wants you to see! I need you to focus, Sam! Like with the nightmares, you need to focus. Listen to my voice if you can't see my real face!" Sam cocked his head to one side and Dean thought he saw a slight hint of recognition, but it was gone as quick as it had come.

"No!" shouted Sam, snapping out of whatever shell Dean had broken through, "you're not my brother! You killed him! You killed Jessica! Now I'm going to kill you!" He dropped the branch and started looking for the knife. He spotted it by the fire and ran over to get it.

Dean fought frantically to free himself. It was now or never. With a final rip, he got the ropes loose. He looked to Sam who had picked up the knife and got up. Sam lunged for him, knife out. Dean hit Sam square in the mouth snapping his head back. Sam fell. The knife flew from his hand and Dean pinned him down to the ground. "Sammy, listen to me!" pleaded Dean. "It's me, I'm Dean! Remember Sam!" Sam began to struggle but Dean had him. He realized that the branch was near him. It worked for Indiana Jones. He picked it up and waved it near Sam's face. Sam tried to cry out. "Look at me Sam! I saved you from the fire. Remember! Listen to my voice, focus! SAM!"

Sam looked up at Dean with tears in his eyes. He tasted blood in his mouth. Dean could see the transformation in his brother's face as Sam came around. "Dean!"

Dean threw the branch down. He let out a relieved breath. "Are you ok!"

"I think so," replied Sam, not really sure. "Where are we? How did we get here?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" asked Dean.

"I remember we were sitting on your bed in the motel room trying to decide where to look next for Papa Theodore." His eyes squinted trying to remember the details. "I had a headache and I could hardly keep my eyes opened, so I went to bed."

"That's it," asked Dean, astonished. "That's all you remember?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, you just tried to kill me. And you're damn lucky you didn't, because there are plenty of fine chicks…"

"What? Again," Sam interrupted his brother's love affair with himself. "Dean what the hell happened and by the way, will you please get off me? I can't feel my fingers or my toes." said Sam.

"What?" said Dean. He looked down and noticed that he still had Sam pinned to the ground. "Oh, sorry." He helped Sam to his feet. Sam felt his lip swell and he wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand. Dean leaned in and took a look at the flesh wound, deciding it didn't need any additional attention.

"Why did you hit me?" Dean filled him in on everything that had happened from the time Sam fell asleep in the room, to him trying to slice and dice him at the altar.

Sam listened to the story, digesting what had happened. "I want to find this guy Dean."

"Yeah, me too," answered Dean. He looked at his brother. "Are you gonna be able to handle this? I need to know you are with me and you've got my back."

"Yeah, I'll handle it!" said Sam angrily.

"You sure, cause dude, If you try to kill me again, I'm gonna kick your ass!" Dean pushed him away, letting him know that he trusted him.

Sam laughed. Only Dean. "I'm ok man," he said confidently. Dean looked at his brother and for the first time since this whole thing started, he knew that Sam meant it. Papa Theodore had better watch out, Sam was out for blood, and Dean was right there with him.

There would be hell to pay.