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Den of Thieves

Chapter 12 – Hidden Room

"Sammy…Sam…answer me!" Dean yelled as he grabbed the backpack and headed for the opening.

"Argh…Dean….watch out for the first…." Before Sam could complete his sentence, he felt the sudden impact of his brother landing on his already bruised and battered rib cage. Sam gasped as the pain assaulted him. He couldn't see anything because he had lost his flashlight when he fell. But he figured he had tumbled down at least 4 or 5 stairs into the room.

"Ah…Dean…could you…are you alright?" Sam panted; he couldn't move as he had landed face down. Besides with his injured ribs, turning over to remove his brother was not an option.

"Huh…oh…sorry Sammy…just had the wind knocked out of me. Give me a sec and I'll put a little light on the subject." Dean shook his head and rolled off his brother. He heard the sudden intake of breath and the corresponding hiss of pain from his brother as he searched his pocket for one of the lighters he had found in Thomas' collection of junk. Using the lighter, Dean was able to locate one of the flashlights. He turned it on Sam and quickly moved to help his brother.

"Hold on there Sam…I gotcha…nice and easy now, let's get you sitting up right." Sam didn't say anything as Dean helped him sit up against the bottom step. Sam's head sagged down to his chest and his breathing was rapid and shallow as he fought for air. Dean felt Sam's forehead and wasn't surprised to find out that it was warm…if he didn't find a way out soon, he was afraid Sam would never make it out of this hell hole.

"Sammy…listen to me…listen to me" Dean said softly as he lifted Sam's head trying to make eye contact. Sam's eyes were unfocused slits in his sweaty face. "We have to get you out of here now…you understand me…we can come back later to figure out what Thomas wants…but you gotta help me, I'm afraid if I carry you, I'll make your ribs worse!"

Sam heard the urgency in his brothers' voice, but unfortunately, he felt the nagging headache starting in the back of his head. The last thing he heard before his newest vision started was "Oh God, not now…Sammy!"

The room looked similar to the one they were in now. Sam stood looking at a small book case, full of books, but the one that drew his attention was an old book that stood open on the top of the book case. Sam drew closer, trying to make out the words when the book slammed shut and the room was lit with a bluish light.

Sam turned slowly towards the source, knowingwhat he would see. "Hello, Thomas" Sam said quietly as the figure moved closer to him.

"You have caused me great trouble…but no matter, luckily I have a spare!"

"A spare…a spare what?" Sam asked as the spirit motioned to an altar shaped rock at the opposite end of the room. Sam gasped as he saw the figure strapped down to the altar.

"Dean…Oh God…What has he done to you?" Sam's was hyperventilating as he came out of his vision. The pain in his ribs would not allow him to breathe normally. Sam held his head with one hand and encircled his rib cage with the other as he bent over in pain. He felt a calming hand on his shoulder and knew immediately who it was.

"Sammy…come on…you know the drill…try to take easy breaths…that's it…breathe in…breathe out…just concentrate on your breathing" Dean had tears in his eyes as he saw the pain etched on his brother's pale face. Since the demon attack the visions seemed to be coming more frequently. It was almost as if the demon's possession opened up a door in Sam's mind that allowed the visions to come out. He just wished they were less painful for his brother.

"Dean…you have to get out of this room…you have to go now…before it's too late!" Sam reached out a hand to his brother's arm, pulling him closer. "This is where the spirit needs you to be…he can't hurt me for some reason…but you…he's going to kill you!" Sam slumped back down onto the floor totally spent. He felt his brother reach over without a word and grab him under the arms, lifting him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Dean grabbed the backpack and headed back up the stairs and into the tunnel. Sam cried out, biting his lip as Dean carefully lowered him to the floor.

"Ok Sam, spill it…what did you see this time?" Dean asked softly as he cupped Sam's head in his hand, looking into his brother's eyes.

"The answer is in that room Dean…I saw a book of spells. I had just glanced at it, but the spell looked like one that Thomas uses to possess the bodies of his victims…only…" Sam gasped again, trying to get the words out but his vision was getting cloudy.

"What Sam…come on…tell me!"

"You gotta be dead first Dean!" Sam slumped to the floor unconscious.

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Back at the house, Thomas grinned as he felt his plan working. The pixies had driven the boys to thesacred room. While there was danger there for Thomas…he felt he could handle the younger boy easily. The older hunter though was another matter. Since he was planning on taking over his body…he didn't want to damage it much further.

Perhaps if he offered him a choice…yes! He would offer him his brother's life in exchange for his body. Now the only problem would be to lure them back into the room one more time. Thomas could only appear in the house and in the hidden room where his powers were greatest. Outside, he was vulnerable to attack.

Thomas gathered what was left of his pixie army, smaller now thanks to the younger hunter. But no matter…the ranks would grow again in time. "I know you are angry my friends, but now is not the time for revenge…we need to be careful or all will be lost. I don't know how much longer I can remain in this body as it is almost used up…it has been too long since we have had a traveler in these parts. You must get them into the sacred room…then I will let you do what you want with the younger man…now go!"

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Dean had made Sam as comfortable as he could as he began taking inventory of what Sam had brought with him. Although he was tired and could also use a brief rest…he figured from the sounds of Sam's vision, they better come up with a plan of sorts. God, how had this gone so wrong… a few days ago, all he wanted was a little R&R…when this was over, he was going to find a nice motel and lock himself and his geek brother in for a solid week.

"Dean" Sam moaned as he struggled to sit up. He shivered from the cold, but felt as if he was on fire. He knew that he was fading and soon would not be able to help his brother. Damn, he should have prepared better…he should have just come down into the tunnel and waited. Sam had to learn how to use his visions better in the future…so far, even though things have turned out ok in the end…getting there had been hell.

"Hey sleepy head…are you feeling any better?" Dean asked knowing the answer before Sam even said it.

"I'm fine Dean…did you get any rest? You know even Superman rested once and awhile!" Sam watched as Dean carefully reloaded the pistols he had brought with the consecrated iron rounds. He also loaded the shot gun with rock salt and placed it beside the opening to the hidden room.

"Relax Sammy…I'm good…but you…well…I hate to say it…but you really look like shit!"

"Thanks…don't pull any punches on my account…" Sam grinned as he struggled to stand up. Dean looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, let me know the plan…I know that look…you're going to do something stupid. Let's just get it over with so I can get out of this place…I don't think I ever want to see another mine as long as I live…and by the way…did I mention that I definitely hate camping!"

"Take it easy Sammy…if we do this right…the only thing that is going to die today will be our friend Thomas and his freaky little friends!..and what do you mean stupid...my plans are never stupid!"

As Dean handed a couple of the pistols to Sam, they heard a sound coming at them in the tunnel.

"This time we smoke 'em…I'm done playing Baa, Baa Black Sheep!" Dean turned towards the sound of the approaching pixies with a pistol in both hands.

"So…yah feeling lucky bitches…come and get me!"

TBC

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Raven524: Thanks again for the reviews. Luckily I was actually able to leave work on time tonight to finish up this chapter. As Dean would say…you all know the drill…if you want more, just R&R!