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Den of Thieves
Chapter 10 – Secret Revealed
Dean turned to face the spirit as it entered the room. "What do you mean…I simply took back what you stole from me and others…you're the thief here not me!"
"You think you're so smart hunter…well this time, you have outsmarted yourself. Before, I could not kill you, but now you have placed your life in my control."
"What do you mean you couldn't kill me before...it felt like you were doing a pretty good job of it to me!" Dean started to maneuver himself towards the open door. All he had to do was keep the spirit talking long enough for Sam to get here. He was sure his brother would come prepared…he just hoped he could get out to warn Sam about what they were up against before it was too late.
"The night that I died, I invited into my home a group of travelers who were looking for a warm place to stay. They had heard about my collection from the people in town and wondered if they could take a look at it. I was happy to show it to them. But before I could do anything, one of them hit me over the head. I woke up in the mine in total darkness. They had thrown me down the main shaft. My leg was badly broken, but I managed to pull myself into my secret room, deep within the mine. There I cast a spell that allowed me to live on in my current state."
"And what state would that be?" Dean asked.
The spirit slowly lowered its hood revealing a badly decaying face. The skin was withered and gray and the sunken eyes were pure red.
"Man, you really need to get some sun…maybe even consider a face lift…you are fuggly!" Dean taunted as he took a quick look to see if he could make his escape. Suddenly he was picked up and pinned against the wall. His vision began to swim as he felt himself losing consciousness.
"I've had enough of your insults…let's just see how cocky you are after I am through with you…"
As Dean's unconscious body slipped to the ground the spirit hovered over him shortly, breathing in some of his strength. "Yes, this one will do just fine…as soon as he is dead I will be able to use his energy to help me take the body of his brother. With the power in that body, I should be able to use it for quite some time! Come my friends; let's take him to his new home!"
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Sam had parked the Black Impala in a grove of trees and had made his way to the hole in the ground. It looked just the same as it had in his nightmare. He shuddered to think that Dean may already be in the hole. Sam quickly tied a rope to a nearby tree stump and lowered the other end into the hole. He wanted to check the house out, but just in case Dean was in the mine, he needed a way to get down to him quickly.
Sam started towards the house and looked into the windows on the first floor. It didn't appear that anyone was home. He decided not to enter the house, but rather, he decided to circle around back to check things out before he went inside. Sam was just getting ready to open the back door and enter the house, when he heard a loud thumping noise out front.
Sam quickly ran to the edge of the house and almost cried out when he saw his older brother being dragged along the ground by a group of pixies. Sam knew that his only chance to stop what was happening was to try to kill as many of the pixies as he could. Then hopefully, he could get Dean to the car before more appeared.
It was a sloppy plan, but unfortunately, it was all Sam had at this point. He tightened the back pack to make sure that it would not come off and then pulled out one of the guns he had taken along. It was loaded with consecrated iron. He just hoped that he could get a clean shot off as some of the little beasts were actually under Dean's body…pulling it closer to the edge.
"Let my brother go you bastards" Sam yelled as he charged, gun blazing. He hit the first 4 pixies before the others had time to react. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure looming in the doorway of the house, but he didn't have time to think about how to handle that as some of the pixies had dropped Dean and were heading directly for Sam.
Sam once again took aim and calmly hit the pixies one at a time. He reached behind him to pull out another pistol when he noticed that a few of the pixies had stayed behind and now had Dean at the edge of the hole. Before Sam could reach him, the pixies gave a large push…Dean disappeared into the blackness.
"Dean…no!…you bastards, I'll kill every one of you!" Sam raged. In slow motion, Sam watched as he killed all the pixies that were remaining between him and the hole. By the time he was done, he had killed and seen at least 15 of the demonic creatures evaporate.
Sam took a quick look over his shoulder as he heard a loud shriek coming from the house. "No, you'll ruin everything…stop him…don't let him go down there…it's not his time yet!"
Sam watched in horror as a large group of pixies swarmed from the interior of the house. Sam quickly placed the gun in his coat pocket and ran for the rope he had secured earlier. Sam dropped quickly into the hole, grabbing onto the rope as he tried to descend to his brother. However, before he could get too far, the rope came loose and Sam followed his brother into the darkness.
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Sam came to in total darkness. As he tried to move, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. It appeared that the back pack had finished what the river had started. He could tell that this time his ribs were not just bruised, but one or two of them were probably broken. He tried to carefully sit up, but each movement was agony. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Sam finally managed to get himself sitting up against a wall. He carefully undid the straps on the back pack and lowered it to the floor beside him. He reached into his pocket and produced a flashlight, thankful that it had not broken in the fall. As he looked around, he drew in a quick breath as the beam fell on a figure that wasn't moving.
"Dean…Dean…can you hear me?" Sam tried to move, but once again his ribs prevented him. Sam felt his eyes well up with tears as his frustration grew. "Dean…please…wake up…I need you!"
Dean heard a familiar voice calling to him…calling him out of the darkness. Part of him wanted to stay in the darkness where there was no pain…but then he heard the voice again…more urgent this time.
"Sammy" Dean groaned as he tried to open his eyes. "Hey, could you get that light out of my eyes?"
"Dean…Dean…are you ok?" Sammy gasped as his breathing was starting to hitch.
Dean heard the difficulty Sam was having with his breathing and sat up as quickly as his battered body would allow. "Yeah, I'm fine…just a few scrapes and bruises…nothing broken though…how about you?"
"Not good…I think I broke a couple of ribs…I'm sorry Dean, I really screwed things up!"
Dean carefully moved over to where his little brother was painfully leaning against the tunnel wall. His face was pale and he was having trouble breathing, but luckily there did not appear to be any sign that his lung was punctured. "Man, you're a mess little brother…how on earth did you manage to break your ribs?" Dean asked as he gently probed his brother's chest. He cringed when he felt at least two of the ribs move beneath his fingers.
"Well, you know how I always like to be prepared…ummm…the backpack sort of got in the way when I landed…I guess I should have stuffed it with something a little softer!" Sam jerked as Dean hit a tender spot.
"Ok…no problem…by any chance did you bring first aid supplies with you?" Without waiting for an answer he pulled the flashlight he had taken from the Collector and started to search through the over loaded backpack. "Jeez Sammy, how the hell did you carry this thing at all…" Dean shook his head in wonder as he pulled the supplies he needed from the backpack.
Dean carefully helped Sammy remove his coat, shirt and T-Shirt. Just that simple motion seemed to weaken his little brother as his eyes began to close. "Sammy…come on, you gotta stay with me here…we don't know how long it will be before company arrives!"
Sam opened his eyes with difficulty and shivered as the cool air in the cave hit his warm skin. As Dean tightly wrapped Sam's ribs, Sam tried to suppress the groan of pain. But Dean saw it in his face. Dean decided it was time to lighten things up a bit…at least for a moment.
"So, I just want to get one thing clear, before you say anything…I was not kidnapped by Tinker Bell, ok…we are not going to talk about this ever, right Sammy?"
"Sure, whatever you say" Sam laughed and quickly held his ribs. "As long as you promise to stop trying to make me laugh…it hurts you Jerk!"
"Bitch"
Both boys grinned at each other until they heard a sound echoing in the tunnel…far off they could hear the sound of high pitched giggles.
TBC
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Raven524: Ok…so I couldn't resist a little more Sammy pain. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far…remember, I work faster the more reviews I get…R&R!
