The Sacrifice
Chapter eleven
Sam's mouth moved but at first nothing came out, then finally a soft whisper.
"Will you let my brother go?"
"Yes, you have my word."
"Sammy no!" Dean shouted over to his brother. There was no way he was going to let his brother willingly sacrifice himself to save him, not if he could help it.
"Then cut him down."
"You will die to save him?" The doctor asked.
"Yes."
"No Sammy don't do it!"
The doctor nodded over toward Dean and two men walked over. One cut him down while the other, who had Dean's gun, stood guard. The doctor looked back at Sammy.
"Your brother is free."
"I want to see him …"
"Bring his brother over to him."
Dean was walked over to Sam, the gun at his back. He looked down at the brother he had thought he had lost and now still might.
"Sammy….don't do this." His eyes filled with tears.
Sam looked up at him and gave him a little wink
"Could you get me a little water…I'm thirsty…."
"That's why you wanted to see me, because you're thirsty?" Dean had seen the wink and knew what he had to do. He slid his hand into his pocket, when he pulled it out he had the bottle of holy water in it. Without missing a beat he pointed it at the idol and squeezed the bottle. The creature screamed in rage and agony as its body began to smoke. It raised its sword and charged up Sam's chest and was just about to leap onto Dean when he hit it with another burst of water. This time it screamed and spun around in a circle, then jumped from the table and disappeared into the darkness of the basement. The cult screamed their displeasure.
"You defiled our ceremony! Now you both will die!"
The man with the gun turned it toward Dean and pulled the trigger….nothing happened.
Dean smiled.
"Trick trigger." He said grinning. Their dad had also rigged the guns so that only they knew how to fire them.
Now that the idol was off of Sam he was free to use every fight move he had ever been taught and he took on the entire group. Sam struggled to move, he had to help Dean, but even though the feeling in his body was slowly returning most of his body was still numb and it took all his strength to just move a little. Tears of frustration ran down his face as he watched his brother take some hard hits. He knew Dean was good but there were just too many of them. Sam finally managed to roll off the table and hit the ground hard. He lay there stunned for a second trying to think of some way he could help his brother, and then he saw the gun. He slowly pulled himself toward it and picked it up praying he'd have enough feeling in his fingers to pull the trigger if he had to. He used what little strength he could muster and pulled himself up slowly to a sitting position and leaned back against the table.
"Get off of him!" He shouted as he pointed the gun at the group of men who were piled on top of Dean. The men slowly backed away and Dean painfully stood up. He walked over to his brother grinning as he took the gun from Sam's hand and put his own hand on Sam's shoulder. He stood for a few seconds trying to catch his breath, his arm wrapped tight around his bruised ribs.
"You okay." He said glancing down at Sam.
"Yeah….you?"
"I'm fine, couldn't be better." He squeezed his brother's shoulder and smiled. "You know you look pretty good for a dead guy." Dean kept the gun on the demon worshippers who gathered on the other side of the room nursing their wounds. "It's good to have you back Bro."
Sam gave a little laugh.
"Thanks…." He then put his hand on his stomach and touched the blood where Dean's bullet had winged him. "You know you're going to owe me for this."
"Hey, I saved your sorry butt didn't I?... Anyway, how did you know I had holy water with me?"
"I didn't…I was just hoping…I know how you sometimes keep a bottle on you just in case."
Sam smiled then suddenly became serious as he glanced around the room.
"Did you see where that thing went?"
"I don't know….maybe it's gone…I shot it twice full on with holy water."
"But what if it isn't?"
They both looked around the room.
"Where's your friend?" Dean asked as he walked over towards the cult. They said nothing, only glared back at him. "I asked you where your so called God is." Dean walked closer pointing his gun at them.
"Be careful Dean." Sam said as he tried to stand up but ended up collapsing back to the floor as a strange pain shot through his body.
"It's okay Sam, I got it under control." He walked over to the doctor and pointed the gun at his head. "I should blow your brains out for what you did to my brother."
"You shouldn't have interfered; your brother's death would have stood for something, now his death will mean nothing."
"What do you mean his death!" Dean grabbed the doctor by the front of his shirt and pulled him over till they were face to face. He glanced back at Sam and could tell something was wrong with him. "What did you do to him?"
The doctor only smiled. Dean twisted the shirt in his hand and put the gun under the doctor's chin. "I asked you a question! What did you do to him?"
Before he could answer the basement door burst open and six state police officers stormed down the steps, guns drawn. The doctor's daughter had brought back help and had told them about the ceremony taking place.
Dean hung onto the doctor's shirt the gun still under his chin.
"Drop the gun!" One of the officers ordered as he pointed his own gun at Dean.
"What did you give my brother!" Dean screamed again ignoring the cop. His heart was pounding; he had thought Sam was going to be alright and now…... He glanced over at his brother who sat on the floor with his eyes squeezed shut, Dean could tell he was having trouble catching his breath. "You son of a bitch!" Dean took his gun and slammed it hard against the doctor's face then ran over to Sam and knelt down next to him. He tossed the gun to the side.
"Sammy." Dean put his hand on his brother's face and could feel the heat radiating off of it. "Sammy…." Tears welled up in his eyes. This wasn't over yet.
"I…I can't…I can't breathe." Sam looked up at his brother his breaths coming in short little gasps.
TBC
