Ok, everyone, here's the end. I really hoped you liked it. It's not the end of the story though, Papa returns in Voodoo 2 to wreck more havoc on our boys lives. Please keep watching. I'll have Chapter 1 of the sequel soon.

Chapter 11

Dean woke up again on the familiar stone altar. He blinked his eyes a few times to come into focus. He also noticed his arms and legs were tied down. Great! He frantically looked around for any sign of Sam, but his eyes fell to Frank and Papa Theodore standing by him. "Oh, come on! What is with you people," he sighed as he pulled against the ropes.

"The master will have his sacrifice," said Papa Theodore clearly.

"Let me tell you where your master can go!" said Dean angrily. Frank slapped him hard across the face.

"Dude, I swear if you hit me one more friggin time, I will..." Frank hit him again just to insight Dean.

"You will what," Frank sneered, getting into Dean's face, "you're not going to do anything." He turned and walked from him to Papa Theodore

"Temper, temper," called Papa Theodore in a haunting voice.

"Where's my brother, you freak," cried Dean. On cue, Sam walked to Papa's side, staring into space.

"Sam! Damnit, not again." Sam did not acknowledge Dean's ranting.

Papa Theodore whispered in Sam's ear. "He escaped Sam, but we captured him for you again." A slight smile appeared on Sam's lips. "He killed your brother, he killed your girlfriend. This will be over as soon as you kill him." Papa pointed to Dean who continued to try and break free from the ropes. "We will stay right here until you do. We don't want him to get away again, now do we?" Frank moved cautiously to Papa's side.

"No." said Sam approaching Dean slowly, "we don't." Sam's eyes were filled with rage. "You killed my brother," Sam spat at Dean, picking up the dagger from the altar. Papa Theodore and Frank stepped back and grinned.

Dean could see the end was near. He tried one more time to get through to his brother. "Sam, Sammy, don't do this man! LOOK AT ME!" Sam just stared at him and got a better grasp on the dagger. A few feet back, Papa Theodore sighed as he realized the master would be pleased, finally getting his sacrifices. "I meant what I said dude. If you try to kill me again, I will kick your ass!" I can't believe my own brother is going to kill me!

Sam hit him hard across the face. "Shut up," he said to Dean and raised the dagger above his throat.

"Sam! No," yelled Dean and tried to pull back from the impending blow. It was no use.

Sam's eyes suddenly changed and he looked at his brother, bending to whisper in Dean's ear. "I'm ok!"

Dean shot Sam a look. He's ok. Dean let out a breath. He just had to play along. He gave Sam a slight nod. Sam, in full zombie mode, raised his hand yet again and hit Dean. The look that Dean had on his face told Sam that he was more than pissed at that extra blow. "I will kill you for what you did to my brother!"

"I didn't do anything Sam, I am your brother," Dean cried continuing the façade.

"No you're not! This will end right now," said Sam and raised the dagger. Dean hoped he read his brother right.

"Sam! NO," yelled Dean as Sam brought the dagger down and cut the ropes from his hands in one rapid motion. Before Frank or Papa Theodore could react, Sam had cut the ropes from Dean's feet as well. Dean shot up with lightning speed and ran around to stand by his brother.

"No! The master will have his sacrifices," shouted Papa Theodore. He and Frank charged at Sam and Dean. For once in his life Sam was glad for the training that he had gotten from his father while growing up.

"I told you, I will not kill my brother," shouted Sam as he hit Papa Theodore hard in the face, rendering him unconscious. The priest fell to the ground but Sam jumped on top and kept hitting him.

Dean knocked Frank out easily and looked over at Sam. He took off running towards his brother as he watched him pummel the lifeless man. "Sam!" He grabbed Sam and pulled him off Papa Theodore. "Hey, whoa tiger!" Sam continued to struggle to get back to Papa Theodore. Dean shook him, breaking him from his anger. "Stop it!" Sam finally stopped struggling and looked at his brother. "Man, are you ok?"

"Yeah," answered Sam, "I am now," wiping sweat from his brow. He took a deep breath and smiled.

"Good," said Dean and without warning hit Sam square in the face. Sam stumbled back and looked at his brother in shock.

"What the hell did you do that for," asked Sam feeling his upper lip swell and the taste of blood invade his mouth.

"I owed you one for the extra hits on the altar," said Dean. "What the hell was that Sammy?"

Sam looked at his brother and smiled. "It's called method acting. I had to get into the part you know."

"Don't you ever do that again, I mean any of it. Don't go zombie on me and don't you ever hit me or I will kick your ass. Hear me?"

"Deal," said Sam laughing at how quickly his brother could recoup from a life and death situation.

A short time later, the police came and arrested Frank and Papa Theodore. The boys explained the situation and what the evil doers had done, including the murder of Frank's friend Tyler, the reporter. After taking everyone's statements, they drove Sam and Dean back to the impala, telling them they may be asked to testify at a later date.

"At least the car is still in good shape," remarked Dean, looking at his brother's swollen lip and the cuts and scrapes on own his face. Sam just laughed. "And you know what else," asked Dean.

"What?"

"The chicks may be wild around here, but I really hate this town!"

"Me too," agreed Sam, trying to get himself comfortable in the passenger seat.

Dean turned the music up, which annoyed Sam to no end, and drove away, glad to leave New Orleans behind as they headed for their next job.

The End