Here's Chapter 4 everyone. The boys just keep getting in deeper and deeper over there heads. I wonder what will happen to them? Will they be ok. Please review.

sheila

Chapter 4

Slowly Dean came to. He opened his eyes and looked around. The blindfold was no longer on, but his hands were still tied behind his back. Dean was sitting on some kind of concrete floor in a large room. He had blood all over him, and his head hurt like no tomorrow. Suddenly there was a noise behind him and turned his head. A girl was sitting a few feet away looking at him.

"I didn't think you would wake up," she said honestly. The girl was very pretty and Dean thought that under different circumstances he would like to get to know her.

"Yeah, part of me wishes I didn't." He tried to adjust himself to be more comfortable. Various scenarios went through his head of how to get out of his current situation. He thought it would try charm. "What's your name?"

"Christy" she stated, still looking him over.

"Well, hey Christy, excuse me for not getting up, but it's kind of hard being a gentlemen when your tied. You wouldn't want to untie me would you?" said Dean with the best smile he could muster up.

"I can't untie you," Christy said making her way closer to Dean.

Dean looked around again. "Nice place. I always did want to be held prisoner in a good neighborhood," he laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "I don't suppose you want to tell me where I am do you?" Christy just looked at him. She wasn't buying the act. "Didn't think so."

Christy sat in front of Dean and uncovered a large knife she had hidden under a towel. He looked at the knife cautiously. "You better be good with that honey, because I'm not going down easy!"

"I won't cut you. Papa Theodore didn't dream that," she said as she brought the knife close to Dean's throat and placed it under his shirt. He shrank back as she began to cut the shirt off.

"What are you doing?" asked Dean, trying to sound as casual as he could.

"I'm taking off your clothes." answered Christy continuing the knife down

"Aren't you going to buy me dinner first," quipped Dean, struggling against the ties and her uncanny aim.

"I'm going to give you a bath." said Christy as she continued her task. She made her way to the sleeves and ripped them from the shirt.

"I prefer showers," said Dean as she removed the rest of his shirt.

"You have to be cleansed for the ceremony," she stated, unphased by his sarcasm.

"What ceremony?"

Christy stopped what she was doing and looked Dean in the eyes. "The Master's ceremony. You're the sacrifice."

Dean got a bit of a jump on the girl and tried to scoot away from her. "I am not a sacrifice. Did you look at this handsome face?" At that moment, Dean thought maybe he didn't look his morning best.

"You have to be cleansed," said Christy, but Dean refused to budge. Sensing the girl was having trouble, two large men came over to assist. Dean looked up at them. Man they are big.

"Get up!" said one of the men but Dean wouldn't move.

They came over to him and jerked him up on his feet. "What is your problem," he shouted at them. He tried to get his balance to make an attempt at running, but they were too strong for him in his weakened and tied up state. They brought him over to a large tub.

"Are you gonna get in there boy, or are we gonna put you in there," the one man said, waiting for a fight. "Trust me, it will be a whole lot easier on you if you just get in on your on own." Dean looked up at the two men that hovered above him. He decided to get in the tub. "Good Choice." They waited until he was settled and left Christy to her task.

She came to the tub with a sponge and various items for the cleansing. It took her about 20 minutes to get all the blood from him. Dean sat and allowed her to clean him up. Any other time, and I'd be all over this. Realizing his time would probably be short, he made another attempt to get Christy to help, or at least, give him some information. "Listen Christy, have you seen my brother? His name is Sam," Christy continued to squeeze the sponge and get the excess oils from Dean's chest. She did not reply. "He was at the truck stop with me. Is he ok?" Still nothing. "Christy, please. I need to know. He's my brother."

"I didn't see your brother." said Christy. "I don't know." She got up and went over to get something off the table. Dean sat there a few minutes and tugged at his ropes quietly. She left the room.

"You know what Christy," he called after her, "I think I'm going to look at baths in a new light. It loosens things up – my back, my arms. And especially the ropes."
Dean jumped up and got out of the tub. The water had loosened the ropes up enough that he was able to get out of the ties. He looked around the room quickly expecting to have to fight his way out, but there was no one in there. Dean saw a black robe with a snake on the back hanging on a hook by the tub. He grabbed it and put it on. He went cautiously over to the door and opened it slowly, but still he didn't see anyone. "What the...?" Dean went from door to door looking for Sam. Where could he be? The people told him that Sam was dead but he knew better. They were telling him that to make him feel helpless. Sam had to be there somewhere.

It dawned on him that this was all too easy. Why are they just letting me walk around like this? It has to be a trap. The only thing he could think of was finding Sam. He went to the last door in the immediate area and slowly opened it. There was no one around except for a man lying on a bed. He inched his way closer. It was Sam.

"Sam!" cried Dean as he ran over to his brother. "Hey! Are you ok?" He checked into big brother mode, looking Sam over for immediate signs of injury.

Sam answered in a strained voice. "Dean, is that you?"

"Yeah, dude it's me," said Dean brushing his hand against Sam's forehead. He looks awful.

"Are you ok!" said Sam, trying to look at his brother, but realizing it was impossible to move.

"I'm ok Sammy. Come on, we got to get out of here before they decide to come back." Dean leaned in to help Sam get off the bed.

"Can't."

"What? Why not?" asked Dean instantly concerned.

"I can't move my arms or my legs." Sam winced. "They gave me some kind of drug. I'm paralyzed. I can't move."

"Sam, come on. You got to try." Dean was beginning to panic when he reached for his brother and there was no reaction.

"I have tried," Sam said in a weak voice, "Frank said that the drug will wear off in time. I'll be up and adam when the Master gets ready for me. Every time I start to get feeling back in my arms and legs, they come in and give me another shot." Dean sat on the bed next to him, wondering what they were going to do. Sam continued, "They want to kill you Dean. They told me you are the first sacrifice for the Master. You've got to leave me here and get out." Sam pleaded with his eyes for Dean to run.

"I'm not going to leave you here! Are you crazy?" He looked at his brother and was sorry he yelled louder than he had intended. Sam was sweating and looked pale. He looked like he would pass out any minute. He leaned in closer to Sam. "I'm not leaving you."
"Dean, you have to," struggled Sam. He was barely conscious.

"Forget it Sam. I'm gonna get you out of here," Dean rose from the bed and looked around for something to help him with his brother.

"Well at least there is some good news," called Sam, making Dean turn back to him.

"Yeah? What is that, oh psychic one."

"At least I'm not trying to kill you this time," he said and grinned.

"Funny. Real funny," Dean said making his way over to his brother. "Listen, I'm going to see if I can find something to help me get you out of here. I'll be right back, and we're getting the hell out of here." Dean quietly started to open the door. Sam had an angle and watched his brother as he turned the knob.

The door to the room opened from the other end and one of the men came in. He had a torch in his hand and before Dean could get away, he burned Dean's eyes. He screamed and fell to the floor. Dean's eyes were burning and his vision was blurry. He could barely see

"Dean!"

Dean groped around for something to use as a weapon, but the man knocked him back. "Welcome to Papa Theodore's dream" said the man. "I've been waiting for you. I am the gate keeper!" The man brought the flaming torch over to Dean again, enjoying the moment way too much. Dean gathered his strength and kicked the man's feet out from under him. He found the poker as his eyes cleared a bit and threw it across the room. They had to get out of there, fast.

"Still a big man without your torch," said Dean as he grabbed the guy around the collar. He was about to hit him again when another guy grabbed him from behind. The first man jumped up and pulled a gun on Dean. The second man pulled Dean's head back by his hair and growled in his face. "Don't need a torch. Just need a minute," they said to Dean, punching him in the stomach, making him bend over. "Welcome to your execution!" One of the men hit Dean in the head knocking him unconscious.

Sam was lying on the other side of the room and all he could do was watch in horror as his brother was beaten. He still couldn't move.

"Dean!' he tried to shout, but he was too weak. He spotted Frank walking over towards him. The man looked down at him and smiled.

"So, like the show so far," asked Frank snidely. Sam got a bit of movement in his neck and looked up at Frank.

"Leave my brother alone," he said with as much energy in his voice as he could. "I will kill you."

Frank laughed. "You'll kill me? Is that what you said? Why, you can't even move." Frank pulled out another syringe and dangled it in Sam's face, taunting his with his impending doom.

"NO! Please," cried Sam, trying to struggle away from the man. He didn't get very far.

"Oh yes Sam," said Frank, whispering in his ear. He inserted the needle into Sam's arm. He watched his brother lay on the floor in the doorway. Dean… Sam passed out.