Hey everyone, Here's chapter 2. I hope you like it. I'll post chapter 3 tomorrow. The boys just can't seem to get a break can they. Please review.

sheila

Chapter 2

Dean woke up but he couldn't see. It was dark, he was blindfolded, and his hands were tied behind his back. "HEY," he shouted struggling in the chair, "where the hell am I?" He worked on loosening the binds but he couldn't. The ropes were too tight. "Shit. Why does this always happen to me?"

"I guess you're just unlucky that way." said a voice beside him sarcastically, "you just seem to rub people the wrong way." Dean jerked his head around toward the voice but couldn't see anything.

"Who are you," struggled Dean trying to get himself up. "Why am I here and where is my brother?"

"I wouldn't worry about your brother, I would worry about you," the voice said maniacally. "Papa Theodore is very angry with you and your brother."

Dean shook his head. "Papa Theodore is in jail, man. Don't you know that? They hauled his ass off earlier and we're waiting for a hearing date. We're coming back to testify and make sure he goes away for a very long time," Dean tried to put power behind his voice as he laid the facts, as he knew them, on the line. "You need to find someone else to worship because he's finished."

The voice came closer to Dean and whispered, "Papa Theodore is not in jail, he's free. Free to serve the Master again," the man laughed at Dean who flinched involuntarily. "Do you think that the Master would allow him to rot in jail when he has his work to carry out? You are sadly mistaken."

"How could that be? We filed charges. He tried to kill us and they took him away. They wouldn't just let him out."

"They didn't let him out, he got out!" Dean could hear the smugness in his voice. "You and your brother thought you escaped, but Papa Theodore knew this would happen. He had a vision of this exact situation. This is just another part of the Master's plan." The man leaned in again close to Dean's ear. "You and your brother are going to die Dean. Papa Theodore will see to it."

Dean was quick with the reflexes and spit in the man's direction. He caught him on the cheek. Dean heard the gasp and felt the anger. "Papa Theodore is a freak and he needs to get a life," he began, "he's not going to get away with all the pain he's caused so many people. I will see to that myself." He straightened himself up in the chair. "Now where is my brother? If he is hurt, I'll kill you!"

"Shut up!" the man said. He grabbed Dean, dragging him from the chair into another room. He stumbled as he tried to get his baring. Dean heard chanting, and the man shoved him into the middle of the room. He fell to the ground, still blindfolded and hands still tied behind his back. The chanting seemed like it was all around him, growing louder with every moment. The group had formed a circle around him.

"Who the hell are you people," shouted Dean, whipping from left to right trying to take in all angles with the senses he had left. "What do you want?" All he heard was the chanting. "Why don't you take this blindfold off and let me see you! What are you afraid of," he yelled in no general direction. "WHO ARE YOU?" The chanting continued, uninterrupted by Dean's screams. He got up on his knees, "You're all friggin crazy!" Finally someone came into the middle of the circle and hit him across the face, causing him to fall back down to the ground. "WHERE IS MY BROTHER," he shouted, spitting from what he figured was a bloody lip. He got up on his knees again. "You better hope to God he's not hurt." Another came and hit him hard in the stomach and Dean fell again, deciding it was best to stay on the ground.

Someone came over to where Dean was lying and grabbed him by the neck and squeezed. "Your brother is not hurt Dean, he's dead! And you're next," the voice said squeezing tighter. "The master will have his sacrifice."

"No, Sam's not dead," Dean cried as he continued struggling for breath. "It's a lie." He felt a hard crash on the back of his head and he fell unconscious to the ground.