AN: Sorry for keeping you guys waiting but my computer, you know. Anyway, here is another chapter I think you guys would like. Read and review please.
Chapter 27: Take His Take Yours
Chloe was walking forever into the dark searching again for the Winchesters. Not to search for answers but to search for them to save them. The dark really wasn't helping her in the department nor was her flashlight giving her much help. She was a investigative reporter for crying out loud. Her sources for finding people was of the internet, people sources, and her basic computer skills. Not with a bag that weighs almost a ton, tracking people in the woods. No this is different but with similiarities. The point in finding what your looking for is what is the same. Like her and the Winchesters, they search for their big leads. And Chloe is planning on doing that. Like before she was going to search for the Winchesters and rescue them. If she can do that.
Chloe stopped for a minute to catch her breath. It's been two hours now and those hours seem longer. Especially if what you are trying to find is in danger of having their souls rip right out of them. With one last respiration, she was on the move again. Please let them be okay...and alive, Chloe thought to herself. She don't want to lose them now. There still some things she haven't figure out yet about them. Where do they go after a hunt, how many evil do they encounter, what's their favorite food, what's their favorite color, anything else, she just want to know more about them. And she can't know if they're dead. No, that is why she's going to find them...alive. But what of this monster, this demon? How are you going to save them from this demon? Chloe rambled her brain for that answer. She face many things before to know what she could do. Even took a couple of self defense class to prove it. But these aren't your typical meteor freaks. Then that is why I have this, she answered herself with a swing at the bag she was carrying. "If they could do, so can I."
Chloe stopped when she notice something on the ground. She bent down close enough to get a better look at it. They were drag marks. She look behind her and sure enough there were some behind her. And in front of her when she shined the light further in front. Swing the bag over her shoulders and on the ground, she pulled out a shotgun. Checking the barrel, there were two bullets inside. She was about to zip up the bag when she noticed the pistol. She put the shotgun up and wiggled it around in her hand to get a feel of it. It was kind of light, smaller compared to the other guns in the bag, and easy to manuver in her hand. Checking the magazine of the pistol, there indeed were bullets in there. She click it and pulled it back so that a bullet was in the chamber and zipped up the bag. Then she made sure the gun wasn't on safety lock before putting the bag back around her shoulders. "This time I won't make the same mistake again," Chloe said holding the gun up in front of her as she followed the drag marks.
Sam could feel his brother slowly succumbing to the demon. He hate to think the negatives but his brother was dying and this time he couldn't do anything to help him. He too was tied down to a chair and probably he would be next in having his soul suck right out of him. He could hear his brother choking sound coming from his throat, the sound of some kind of air, his soul, being pulled right out of him and there was nothing he could do. Tears begin to sting his eyes when he felt his brother not moving. He wanted to look behind him to see if his brother was somehow still alive but his fear of seeing his brother had got the best of him and so he kept his face still. He heard someone coughing and knew it was the demon choking on his brother soul.
"You bastard, you're going to pay for this I swear," Sam yelled as tears felled from his eyes.
He could hear foot steps slowly coming around towards him after his yell of pain. The foot steps stopped in front of him and Sam looked up to see a smiling woman staring at him. She move in closer until she was close to his ears to whisper something, "He was good," she said backing away once Sam tried to twist free from his bonding. She laughed at him. "Sam give it a rest, you should be happy that he is gone. He would have gotten you killed anyway. At least that's what he feared he would of done."
Sam stopped his attempt to break free and looked back up at the woman. "What," he asked.
"Dean feared that he would get you killed. That's why he protects you all the time. He would die to save you Sam. It's kind of sad once you think about it though. If you would have gotten killed, he was scared that his father would disown him or consider him a failure. Failed at his job in protecting you, therefor believing that life isn't worth it anymore. Well, that is what I had him to think before he tried to kill me." Sam was looking more confuse then ever. "Is it so hard to believe that your brother would kill himself because of you Sam. You should know better then anyone what your brother would do in protecting his own flesh and blood," she laughed. "But then again another one of his fears is you." Sam looked the woman in the eyes again. "Besides his loyality to dear old daddy-dearest and himself is protecting you, he also fear you. Fear in what you could do with those powers of yours," she said looking him over.
"Your lying. Dean would have..."
"What... would have told you? Would he Sam? Would he have told his own brother that he was scared of what you can do or yet what you could do to him?"
"Shut up."
"Come on Sam, you were thinking right along with him when you figure out what you could do," she said moving away from him. "That is why you fear your own abilities."
Sam heard something fall to the floor and knew it had to be his brother. He again tried to look behind him but he couldn't. "So what you're going to kill me now. You know my fear you might as well get it over with."
"Oh don't worry, I will, but right after I get rid of your brother's body. Add him with my other collection," she said smiling while dragging Dean's body to another room. Sam was struggling with the ropes to get free. Hoping that once she cut his brother out of his binds that he could get free himself. But it was useless. He stopped when he heard her foot steps coming back in the room. She walked back in front of him and tilted his head up to look up at her.
"Don't be so sad Sam, you should be happy that Dean was first. You now know that there's nothing to it," she said leaning in close. Sam pulled his head away from her and looked away. "What you don't like me Sam? Well maybe you'll like it much better if it was someone you knew. Like your brother for instances." She backed up a little and her her eyes glew red. In an instances she was Dean. Dean smiled down at his brother as his red eyes changed to the hazal-green color. Sam looked petrified. Dean squatted down until he was eye level with Sam and put his hand behind Sam's neck. "Don't worry little brother, it'll be okay." Dean moved closer to Sam until their nose was inches apart. Dean opened his mouth and took in some breath. Sam felt like he was choking but when he looked down he could see some kind of white mist coming out of his mouth. He was having his soul sucked right out of him by a demon disguised as his brother.