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The Sacrifice
Chapter nine
Later
Dean moaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He tried to reach up and rub his neck but for some reason his arms wouldn't move. He shook his head slightly to clear it then looked over at his arm and realized why he couldn't move it. Both arms had been tied to a wall behind him, his body hung between them. He slowly pulled himself upright and looked around the room. He appeared to be in some kind of a basement with a group of black hooded figures who were gathered around a table in the center of the room chanting softly. One of the figures, seeing that he was awake, walked over to him. When he pulled back his hood Dean realized it was the doctor.
"You shouldn't have come back."
"You killed my brother you son of a bitch!" Dean said through clenched teeth as he pulled on the ropes. All he wanted was to feel his hands around the doctor's throat squeezing the life out of him.
"Your brother cut himself picking up our idol, he sealed his own fate."
Dean looked over at the group which was still chanting.
"What are you anyway? Devil worshipers?"
"We worship He who is all knowing."
"You mean He who is a jerk…You're just a bunch of freaking losers!"
"Call us what you will…but you're the loser."
"Not in my book…..Where's my brother's body?"
"You're brother has the honor of being tonight's sacrifice. His blood and body will feed He who is all knowing. And then his soul will serve Him in Hell for eternity."
"No I think you got that wrong….it's you and your friends who will rot in hell for eternity."
When the chanting suddenly stopped the doctor glanced at the group then looked back at Dean.
"It is time to begin." He said as he left Dean and walked back over to the cult.
Dean struggled against the ropes around his wrists, they were tight but he could feel them slowly loosening. Who ever had tied him hadn't done a very good job. He left out a little sob and blinked back tears of anguish as he watched them wheel Sam's body out of a back room and place it on the table. His shirt had been removed and he lay on the table bare-chested dressed only in his jeans. Dean shut his eyes for a few seconds as he was once more overwhelmed by grief at the sight of his brother's lifeless body. He took a couple of deep breaths trying to relax; he knew he needed to relax in order to be able to slip out of the ropes. He only hoped he could free himself before they defiled Sam's body. He watched as they opened Sam's mouth and poured a black liquid into it. They then stood back and started chanting again. The chanting grew louder and louder and Dean watched in stunned shock as Sam's chest began to rise and fall. Sam was alive! His brother was still alive and his death had been some kind of sick illusion. He shut his eyes briefly and breathed a prayer of thanks. But the joy he felt at seeing Sam alive was short lived, he knew his brother was only going to be alive long enough for them to sacrifice him to their God.
"Sam!" Dean called over to his brother. "Sammy!" He watched as his brother opened his eyes and turned his head slightly toward his voice. "Sammy!" Dean's eyes filled with tears as he looked at his brother. Sam was alive but for how long? He could tell Sam was weak and confused. He lay there untied but made no move to get up and seemed unaware of what was going to happen to him. Dean knew he had to have been given some powerful drugs, ones that had made him appear to be dead and now rendered him unable to help himself. Sam slowly closed his eyes as a single tear ran down his face. He could hear his brother calling to him but couldn't respond.
Dean continued struggling to free himself. He knew if he could just get a hand free he might be able to reach the gun strapped to his ankle. He looked up as the chants finally stopped and watched as one of the black robed figures came out of a back room carrying the bowl of Sam's blood with the small statue still in it. The idol was carefully removed and the blood was then poured on Sam's stomach and chest. The statue was then placed on his brother's chest as the chants began again and once more grew louder and louder. Dean's mouth dropped slightly open and he watched in disbelief and horror as the idol began to move on its own. After a few minutes it stood on Sam's chest.
"Sammy! You got to wake up! You got to listen to me!" Dean shouted over to his brother. Sam's eyes slowly opened and he once more looked over at Dean, but Dean could see the glazed look in them and wasn't even sure if Sam could understand him. "Sam you got to knock that thing off of your chest! Do you hear me? You got to knock it off your chest!"
Sam slowly rolled his head back and looked at the statue. He tried to raise his hand but if felt like it weighed a ton and he could only lift it an inch before it fell back to his side. In the background he could hear Dean calling to him and he tried to obey him but it was useless, the drugs were too strong and he could barely move.
Dean could see that the statue was slowly making its way down Sam's body until it stood about an inch above his navel. He watched as it raised its tiny sword then thrust it down into Sam's stomach. Sam's body gave a little flinch of pain then lay still as the statue began to slowly slice its way into his stomach.
Dean frantically struggled with the ropes. There was no way he was going to lose his brother, not after he just got him back. He could tell that Sam's breathing was becoming irregular as the thing continued slicing, but then it suddenly stopped and began drinking Sam's blood as it bubbled out of the wound. Dean then watched in horror as the idol began to burrow into the incision. Dean knew once it was inside Sam he would lose his brother forever. He twisted his hand back and forth in the rope until he rubbed his wrist raw and it began to bleed, then using his blood as a lubricant he began to slowly slide his hand out of the binding. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain, it felt like he was ripping his hand off but he didn't stop, his brother's life depended on it. Once free, he twisted his leg up till he could reach the gun, removed it, and pointed it at the group.
"Get that thing off of him!" Dean ordered. The chanting stopped and the group stood still but made no attempt to remove the idol. "Get that thing off of him or I swear I'll start shooting!" When they continued to ignore him he fired hitting one of them in the arm. "Now get it off of him!" Still no one moved. Dean had no choice. He aimed for the top of Sam's stomach. The thing was already halfway under Sam's skin with only a small portion still visible. "God help me!" Dean knew if his aim was off he could kill his brother, but if he didn't try, the thing would crawl inside of him and kill him anyway. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.
TBC
