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The Sacrifice

Chapter eight

Dean left the office numb with both grief and shock. Sammy, his little brother, was dead. He didn't want to believe it but he had seen it himself, Sammy's body lying dead on the table. He walked to the back of his car and opened the trunk and looked at the various weapons. It would only take a second and he could join his brother. Dean thought about it for a moment then slammed the lid down. What about Dad? He thought. He couldn't let his Dad lose both of his sons. Dean knew he should try to get a hold of their dad to tell him what happened, but right now he was too devastated to make the phone call, it would have to wait. He stood for a moment looking at the building where Sam's body lay. The thought of leaving his brother lying there by himself ripped his heart out, but he knew there was nothing he could do, Sam was gone. He got in his car and looked to his right at the empty passenger's seat and gently ran his hand over it. He choked back a sob as tears poured down his face.

"Oh God Sammy what am I going to do without you Bro?"

He folded his arms across the top of the steering wheel and put his head down on them. All he wanted to do was curl up somewhere and die. How was he going to go on without his baby brother by his side? He took a deep breath, he had to pull himself together, Sam wouldn't want him to fall apart. He sat up and tried to think what he should do next, but he couldn't get his mind off the strange feeling he still had about the doctor. He knew Sam had been ill before he even saw the doctor, so the doctor couldn't possibly have any blame in his illness. Then he remembered the girl from the bar. She had said his brother was in danger. Had she known something was going to happen to Sam? He had to know. He turned the ignition on and drove toward the bar.

The bar's parking lot

He didn't have long to wait. The girl came out of the bar with a man and started walking down the street. Dean pulled the car in front of them blocking them from going any further. He jumped out of the car and before the man could even react knocked him unconscious with one punch. He then grabbed the girl and pulled her into the car and sped off.

"Let me go!" She screamed as she tried to pull away from him.

"What do you know about my brother!" Dean shouted at her as he kept his hand on her wrist.

"Nothing!"

"You said he was in danger. From who?"

"I don't know anything." She tried to struggle from his grasp.

"What did you put in his drink?" When she didn't answer he twisted her wrist slightly.

"Stop it that hurts!"

"Tell me!" He screamed into her face.

"I was trying to help him."

"What are you talking about?"

"The potion I put in his drink was to counteract the poison in his system."

"Poison! What poison? …What the hell's going on?"

The girl looked over at him.

"You must get him out of this town, as soon as you can."

Dean swallowed hard and his eyes filled up.

"He's dead." He said softly as he blinked back tears.

The girl sucked in her breath.

"Oh God I'm so sorry. I really am… I'm so sorry."

"The doctor said he had a stroke."

She turned away and looked out the side window as tears also filled her eyes.

"The doctor's my father."

"Is he in on this?" Dean winced inwardly thinking that his bad feelings about the doctor might have been true, and that somehow he himself was responsible for Sam's death for not trusting his feelings.

"Your brother cut himself on one of their idols, that's why he got sick."

"What?"

"My father belongs to a cult that worships that idol…They think it gives them powers. …Whoever's blood touches the idol must be sacrificed to it. The idol then needs to consume the blood of the intended sacrifice."

Dean's mind flashed back to the idol lying in Sam's blood in the bowl.

"You're father killed my brother." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Dean spun the car around and headed back to the doctor's office. All he wanted was to get his hands around the doctor's throat. When he got there he looked over at the girl. "Look, if you really wanted to help my brother then I need you to help me now. I need you to go to the cops and tell them what's going on. Go to the state cops not the local cops they might be involved in this. You got to bring back help."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to get my brother's body back. I don't want them to use it for their devil worship ceremonies. I don't want his body desecrated."

Dean didn't know if he could trust the girl but he had no one else. If she had really wanted to help Sam, then just maybe she would help him instead.

Dean got out of the car and went to his trunk where he removed a small bottle of holy water and a gun. He put the holy water in his pocket and attached the gun to an ankle strap. He then ran into the doctor's office.

"Where is he?" He asked the receptionist.

"The doctor's busy….I'm sorry you'll have to come back."

Dean spun around and kicked in the door to the examination room. His eyes filled with tears of pain as his ribs started to ache but he ignored it. He swore under his breath when he saw that the table where Sam's body had been was now empty. Dean looked out the small back window and saw the doctor heading toward his car. He ran out through the waiting room and around to the back of the building.

"Where's my brother's body?" He asked as he caught up to the doctor and grabbed him by the arm. The doctor's eyes widened with fear when he saw the anger on Dean's face.

"Your brother's body was already picked up by the coroner."

As he spoke Dean could see people at the far end of the building loading a large black bag into a station wagon. He squinted trying to see what it was. It wasn't until an arm slid out from the bag that Dean realized it was probably Sam's body.

"Hold it!" He yelled as he released the doctor and ran toward the car.

He grabbed at the bag and ripped open the plastic revealing Sam's face.

"You bastards what are you doing with him!"

He winced as he felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck and reached up and pulled a tiny pin out of his neck. The world started to spin as he looked back at a man in a black robe holding a dart gun before he gave into the darkness.

TBC