Ok, Hello, everyone. Here is the next chapter. It looks like there right back in trouble again. I hope you all like it. There's only one more chapter of this story but watch for the sequel.. It's called Voodoo 2, Papa Theodore returns. Thanks so much, for everyone who reads. I really appreciate it. Sheila
Chapter 10
Sam and Dean reached the clearing and Dean's car was parked where he had left it. "Well, at least they didn't mess with my car," he announced to Sam as they jogged across the street to get in.
"Where to" said Sam adjusting his long legs in the passenger seat. "We don't know where Papa Theodore lives."
"No, but we know where Frank lives." They looked at each other and Dean hit the gas pedal on his way to Frank's house. After the short drive, they thought it best to park a block away and use the sneak attack. The Winchesters got out of the car and hid their guns in their pants. They didn't need rock salt for this; good old fashion bullets would do the trick.
They approached Frank's door, looking about cautiously. Dean was on one side and Sam on the other, guns drawn. Dean looked at Sam and he nodded an understanding. Dean kicked in the door and went inside. For an instant, Dean saw one of the men that had taken Sam to the woods that first night. Dean swung the gun in his direction but wasn't quick enough. The man, in one quick motion, knocked the gun out of Dean's hand and pointed it at Dean's head. Dean, knowing he was beaten, froze slowly and put his hands up.
"OK! OK!" said Dean as he looked up at this guy. He was huge. He looked to be about 6 ft. 4 in. and he was full of muscles. The man spun Dean around, grabbed the back of his jacket, and pointed his gun at the base of Dean's skull. He looked around for Sam. Where is he? The other man from the clearing came from a different direction and stood in front of Dean. He smiled and hit Dean in the stomach, hard. The first man held Dean up by his jacket, not letting him fall to the ground.
Sam came in behind the second guy and put the cold steel against the base of his neck. It was his turn to freeze. "Drop the gun," commanded Sam to the guy that had Dean.
He smirked at his demand. "You first," said the guy that had his gun pointed at Dean.
"I said drop it," said Sam and cocked his gun, inching his way closer. Dean's captor cocked his gun also.
"Bet I'll pull my trigger first,' he said wryly and looked at Sam. "It's your choice."
"Alright, alright!" Sam said dropped his gun. The guy that Sam had pointed his gun at jabbed him hard in the ribs with his elbow and Sam fell.
"Sam," cried Dean, always the protector, but the first guy hit him again. The two men shoved Sam and Dean into the kitchen and over to some chairs.
"Sit! Down!" The men roughly threw them into the chairs and tied their hands to the arms of the chairs.
"Well this was a great idea Dean!"
Dean looked back at Sam. "Not now Sam!"
Frank came in a few minutes later. He looked at the brothers with disgust and turned his attention to Sam. "I'm very disappointed in you," he said, circling the young man. "Your will is strong but it doesn't matter, the master will have his sacrifice."
"I won't kill my brother," screamed Sam struggling against the binds.
"Oh, but you will. Papa will see to it."
"Lighten up Franky my boy. You're way too intense." said Dean sarcastically, trying to distract him. This earned him a slap across the face. Frank changed his gaze to the men standing behind Sam and Dean.
"Papa Theodore wants us to bring them to him. I'll be back." He abruptly left the kitchen on a mission. When he returned, he had a syringe in his hand. He looked to one of the men. "I need his arm." said Frank indicating Dean. The man grabbed Dean and untied one of his arms.
Dean struggled. "Frank, what are you doing?" The guy grabbed Dean around the neck with one arm and held Dean's other arm down for Frank. Frank inserted the syringe into Dean's arm. Dean struggled from the drug and looked to Sam before he fell unconscious.
"What did you do to him?" asked Sam looking nervously at his brother. Sam tried to break free from the restraints, but the man just pushed him to let him know there was no use.
"I just gave him something to knock him out so he won't fight while we move him," said Frank putting the syringe on the countertop. "It's not for me to harm him." He turned back and looked at Sam. "Now, what are we going to do with you? I know!" Frank smiled at Sam. His stomach dropped as he suspected what was coming. Frank walked over to his cabinet and got a canister down. He brought it over to the table where the Winchesters were tied. Sam tried to struggle again. "Remember this," he asked Sam, grinning. He opened the canister and Sam saw the same powder that Papa Theodore used on him in the woods.
Sam shook his head. "I will not kill my brother! It's not going to happen!"
Frank laughed, enjoying the fear in the young man's eyes. Without hesitation, he threw the powder in Sam's face. "Wanna bet?"
Sam started gasping for breath. He held onto consciousness as long as he could. He glanced at his brother, lying limp in the chair. "No. Dean…," and then he passed out.
"Let's get them out of here. Papa is waiting." One of the men grabbed Dean gruffly and hoisted him from the chair. The other held Sam with more care. They couldn't damage Papa's prize. They dragged them out to a van parked in Franks garage and drove to Papa Theodore's for the final sacrifice.