It's me again everyone. Here's chapter 7. There is only one more chapter, and a lot still to happen.. I hope everyone is still enjoying the story. It was my
first couple of fan fics. When this one is over, I will be posting one called "The Cult." Please keep reading and tell me what you think. I'll post the next
chapter to this as soon as I can. They still have a ways to go before they get out. If they ever do. hahaha.
Chapter 7
Sam paced the cell, trying the door for the hundredth time – still locked. He looked at his brother and went to him. The guilt was eating away at Sam, having attacked his brother, yet again. He was very upset. "How are you doing," he asked quietly.
Dean strained his eyes to meet his brother's. "I still can't move. How long is this supposed to last?"
Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Every time I started to get feeling back, they came and gave me some more," he said and shook his head.
"Sam, I don't blame you." said Dean sensing the anger and frustration from his brother.
Sam knew Dean would try this tactic. "I blame myself Dean. That's three times now, and you know what they say about the third time. It's the charm!"
"It not your fault, man!" said Dean, struggling to get some type of momentum. "You couldn't help it."
"Thanks, but that doesn't make me feel any better." Sam got up and walked around the room, trying the door and kicking it. "I'm going to kill him Dean."
"No Sammy. He's not worth it! You're just angry." said Dean, trying to calm his brother down the best he could.
"You're right about that, I'm angry," Sam cried as he paced the room again. His emotions were out of check, and Dean could hear it.
"Listen to me! I know this is hard for you, but we'll get through this, ok? Killing him isn't the answer. That's not what we are about!" said Dean forcefully. He couldn't tell if Sam was listening because he suddenly became very quiet. He changed the subject to get away from the anger he felt from his brother. "I'm beginning to get feeling back. You want to help me sit up?"
"Yeah," said Sam and helped Dean up to a sitting position. Dean stole a glance at his brother, who still had fire in his eyes. His thought process was interrupted by the cell door opening. Christy and a friend entered.
"You must be Sam," she said with confidence.
Sam looked at Christy and cocked his head at her comment. "Yes, I'm Sam." He looked at his brother.
"She's the reason I'm wearing this robe," he quipped, trying to keep the mood light. If they were going to get out, Christy might be the way.
Sam raised his eyebrows. "Really?" He said grinning at his brother.
"It wasn't like that you perv," said Dean rolling his eyes. "She gave me a bath."
"Oh? And why, may I ask?"
"I had to cleanse him for the ceremony," said Christy joining in the bantering.
"I am the first sacrifice you know," Dean told his brother. Sam stopped smiling.
Sam walked to Christy and got as close to her as he dared before the goon might step in. "My brother is not going to be a sacrifice, and neither am I."
Christy clearly ignored Sam's comments and continued with her mission. "I brought you some water."
Sam looked at the bottle, feeling thirsty but denying it. "I don't want any water."
"I know you haven't had anything to drink since you got here. I know you're thirsty." She gave the water to Sam and smiled.
Reluctantly he took it. He looked at her for any signs of foul play, but he didn't get any read from her. "Thanks," he said and drank half the bottle without stopping. A few moments later, Sam realized it was a mistake. He started to gag, looking to Christy for answers. He grabbed his stomach and doubled over in pain.
"Sam!" shouted Dean, attempting to move to his aid. "What is it?" Sam fell to the floor, writhing in pain.
"I don't know," he cried. "It must be the water." His vision was wavering and he was very dizzy. His stomach felt like it was on fire.
"What did you do to him," Dean asked Christy with anger in his voice. He tried to get up and found that his legs could not hold his weight yet. Dean tumbled to the floor next to Sam.
Christy looked at the bottle of water and then at the guard. She threw it across the room. "You put something in the water didn't you?" The guard just laughed. "Why does it always have to be so cruel," cried Christy as she knelt down by Sam and Dean with genuine concern. Sam continued to thrash on the ground and Dean made his way next to his brother, trying to ease his pain. The guard suddenly hit Christy across the face and she fell in Sam's lap. Dean was startled by the turn of events.
"Papa Theodore said you would be weak," the guard said to Christy. He took her face into his hands. She struggled against him. "Close your eyes and dream!" he said.
"No more dreams, please!" The guard stroked Christy's cheek and she went into a trance, sitting next to Dean on the floor. The man pulled Sam's head back by his hair, enjoying watching the young hunter suffer. "Two more hours and you'll get what you deserve."
Sam was overcome with the dizziness and the fire in his stomach. He barely had energy to reply. "No," he said and passed out.
Dean grabbed his brother and cradled him for a moment. "Sam," he said stroking his head, but Sam did not answer. Papa Theodore walked into the cell and towered over the two boys and Christy. His presence was intimidating.
"What the hell did you do to him," cried Dean looking at his brother's contorted face.
"The question should be 'what the hell am I going to do to you?'" He laughed as he looked at the weak man at his feet. "You have two more hours until your sacrifice. Then Sam will be offered up. The Master will be so pleased." Anger got the best of Dean and he rose to his unsteady feet. Papa laughed and pushed him back down. "You're not going to give me any trouble, are you Dean."
"Oh, yeah" said Dean, "I'm going to give you all kinds of trouble!" He tried again to get up, but he just wasn't strong enough to gain any ground.
"Tell me Dean," Papa Theodore asked wickedly, "did you wonder what it felt like to be controlled by me?"
"That would be a no," he retorted, looking up weakly at Papa Theodore. He was nervous and tried to get further away
The priest pulled a pouch out of his pocket and dangled it in front of Dean, taunting him. He knew what it was instantly. "I'm curious how this will affect you."
"Don't," cried Dean, inching away and trying to take Sam's unconscious body with him.
"We have two hours before the ceremony. Let's see what happens," he said, laughing evilly at Dean. He threw the powder in Dean's face, who fell back on the bed gasping for air. He couldn't breath and he was still fighting the injection. The world around him began to swirl. Dean tried his best to fight against it, but passed out. "Bring him," Papa commanded as the guard bent to scoop him up.
"What about the other one," the man inquired, indicating Sam.
"No, not yet," Papa said, leaning down near Sam. "Leave him in here, but bring the girl. "
"Yes Papa," the guard said, continuing his motion of recovering the body. He picked Dean up like he was nothing and carried him out of the cell. Christy followed as she was ordered to do. She was still in a trance. The guard locked the door to the cell, leaving Sam unconscious on the floor.
