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Den of Thieves
Chapter 13 – Dark Spell
Dean placed himself in front of his younger brother in a protective stance as he watched for the pixies' approach. "Be careful Sammy, don't let them get close enough to bite you…their venom puts you under his control somehow."
"No problem Dean…I've gotcha covered" Sam held the flashlight so that Dean's hands would be free. He also had a pistol in his hand ready to shoot anything that came within range.
The boys didn't have long to wait as the sounds grew louder and louder. Suddenly, the first group appeared and charged at the boys. Dean calmly took aim and hit the first 3 or 4 before they could advance. He smiled as he saw Sammy get a couple more of the little pests.
"Sammy…we need to get more cover or we'll be over-run" Dean nodded towards the room. While he didn't like the idea of going back in, at least there may be places that they could take cover.
"Get a move on Sam…I'm not sure how long I can keep this up!" Dean took aim at the next group of pixies and started firing at random. He followed Sam down the steps into the room, keeping an eye on the door.
Sam had been using the flashlight to look around the door area. "Aha…I bet this is it!" Sam pushed on a small rock that looked like it was just part of the rough wall. As he pushed on it, the door slowly closed.
"Cool…hopefully the lever works both ways…I'd hate to be here forever!" Dean quickly reloaded the pistols, handing Sam the shot gun he had grabbed as they entered the room. He then reached for Sam's gun and reloaded it as well.
Sam once again used his flashlight to begin exploring the room. He began walking to the area that he remembered seeing the spell book located. After walking a few feet further into the room…he spotted what he was looking for.
"Here Dean…hold this and watch out…Thomas could arrive at any time!" Dean took the shot gun and once again took a protective stance in front of his brother. Sam pulled the book closer to him and began reading through the worn book. In particular, he paid attention to the pages that had notations written in the margins. As Sam continued to read, Dean started to flash the light around the room to see what else was in there.
"Ok Geek boy…see if you can find a banishing spell or something. I'm going to have a little look around. Will you be ok?"
"Ah…hmmmm…" came the distracted answer. Sam carefully sat down in front of the bookcase, and continued to read.
Dean wandered towards the opposite side of the room, taking note that along the far wall were more cases holding ancient artifacts…most of which appeared to be used for the practice of dark magic. Dean jumped when he accidentally, knocked a jar of something onto the floor…he wasn't sure what had been in it…but the smell! "God, Sammy…this guy has jars of stuff over here…reminds me of your hunting friends in the woods…all that's missing is the freaky cages!"
As per usual, once Sam got involved with research, he rarely talked until he had found what he was looking for. Dean continued on, being careful to avoid any more of the jars. A little further on, Dean paused as he saw the flat shaped rock against the far wall. There were symbols of power written on the walls in what looked like blood. A chill went up Dean's spine as he realized that this must be an altar of some sort. There was still traces of blood on it's surface and on the ropes that had secured it's last victim.
"Ahh…Sammy, could you come over her for a sec…I think I found something."
Sam closed the book and gingerly got to his feet. He slowly made his way over to the end of the room where Dean was standing. As he got closer, he gave a startled gasp. It was the same altar he had seen in his vision!
"Dean…we gotta figure out a way to get you out of here. I've been reading through the spells in this book…there is some pretty dark magic in here…it's pure evil."
"So, what did you find out Sherlock!"
"Well, it seems that he may have used a spell to extend his life in spirit form initially. As a spirit, he probably figured out a way to lure them down here into this room. He then killed them and used this possession spell to take over the body of the dead person. According to the spell, he can keep the body going for a number of years, but eventually, he needs to acquire a new one when the old one begins to wear out. If he fails to get a new body before the old one is used up, he reverts back to his spiritual form…he is most powerful when he is inhabiting the body of the one he killed."
"Great…so we have a twisted version of the body snatchers going on here…what does that have to do with me…and don't take this the wrong way Sammy…but why not you?…usually the bad guys go after you because of your freaky powers."
"I'm not sure, but it says that the person he is possessing must be one who had committed a wrongful act against Thomas. As revenge, he is then able to kill and possess the person."
"Wait a minute…that doesn't make sense…I never did anything to the guy…I'm gonna now, but that's only in self defense!"
"Well, the first travelers obviously not only stole from him, but apparently they also were responsible for his death…since I know you didn't kill him…"
"Yet…Sammy…I haven't killed him yet!" Dean moved closer to Sam and indicated they should look into an indented area just beyond the altar stone.
"Focus Dean…did you take anything from him?" Sam watched as Dean stopped dead in his tracks. He sighed and turned to Sam with a look of consternation on his face. He reached into his pockets and pulled out the items he had removed from Thomas' collection.
"Listen Sammy…I didn't steal from him…I just took a few things that I thought might be useful to protect myself…besides, he stole them from the previous travelers…they weren't actually his." Dean showed Sam the lighters and the pocket knife he had taken earlier."
"Jeez, Dean…that has to be it…in his mind you stole from him and that's all he needs to be able to begin the spell. Give those things to me…I'm going to see if there is a way to reverse this in the book."
"Suit yourself little brother…I'm going to look over here to see what we have." Dean walked over to the indented area in the cave wall. As he looked inside with the flashlight, he shuddered. There was a shovel and pick ax just inside the doorway. But beyond, he could make out hundreds of bones surrounding a shallow grave.
"Ah…Sam…I think I found his victims remains…and unless I miss my guess, I'm betting his bones will be in the shallow grave…I wonder who dug the grave for him?"
Just as Sam started towards where Dean had gone, he felt a cold breeze in the room.
"Look out Dean…he's here!" was all Sam got out of his mouth before he was slammed against the wall.
Dean came running out, aiming the shot gun at the spirit hovering over the unconscious form of his brother. But before he could take a shot…the gun flew from his hands across the room and landed next to the door.
"Now Dean…I thought we were friends…after all… you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together real soon…" Thomas smiled as he turned to the older hunter and saw a moment of fear in his eyes.
"Yes, it's time for the next step in the process…now you have to die!"
TBC
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Raven524: Ok, so this chapter is a little short…but I'm running low on caffeine and need a quick refill. Thanks again to all my loyal reviewers! Let me know what you think! Sometimes reviews are even better than caffeine…well almost! R&R!
