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Den of Thieves
Chapter 18 – Saving Dean
Dean was pinned to the wall, struggling to breathe as the spirit continued to choke the life from him. Suddenly he felt the spirit's grip loosen as Thomas screamed "No…it can't be…how?"
Dean fell to the ground badly winded, but still alive. Once again, it looked like Thomas had gotten weaker. Dean heard a sound as the door slowly opened. He expected the pixies to enter, but instead he saw the figure of his father quickly entering the room.
John saw the spirit hovering just in front of his son. Before Thomas could react, John aimed the shotgun at the apparition and pulled the trigger. Thomas yelled in rage, but disappeared as the salt hit his body.
"Dean…son, are you ok?" John hurried over to where his son lay on the floor. Dean was pale and had cuts and bruises everywhere on his body. A nasty gash on his arm was still oozing blood and John could make out bruising around Dean's neck.
Dean swallowed and with a raspy voice answered "Yeah Dad, but I wouldn't recommend this hotel for future vacations…it's a bitch!...Dad, the pixies they took Sammy…I don't know where, you have to find him…" Dean started to get up, but John firmly pushed him back down onto the ground.
"Dean…he's fine…he's out in the hallway waiting for you. We need to torch the bones before the spirit returns…did you find them son?"
"Sure Dad…thanks to Sammy, I was able to get myself free long enough to locate and salt the bones of Thomas and the bones of all his victims…its just over there, behind the alter, but I lost my lighter when Thomas attacked me…"
"No problem…I have one right here…just sit tight while I take care of our friendly neighborhood ghost!"
John pulled out the lighter he had in his pocket and started towards the room that Dean had indicated. As he rounded the altar, the temperature in the room became colder. Knowing what that meant, John started to run towards the room, ready to toss the lighter into it.
Thomas yelled as he reappeared and saw the man running towards his tomb. "I don't think so!" John felt himself thrown against the wall…the lighter falling from his grasp. Dean seeing his father thrown, jumped up and ran for the lighter. But before he could get to it, he saw the lighter tossed against the opposite wall of the room.
"Who are you! You murderer…you and your son have killed all of my friends…but no matter, now I can kill you all and chose which body I will continue with. I think I will go back to my original choice…the youngest one had so much power…but first, I will feed on you two!"
Dean edged closer to his father, checking for a pulse. "I thought we had a deal Thomas…you let Sam go and I would allow you to possess me…and murder, what do you call all those bones in the next room…you've done more than your share you bastard. No matter how you twist things, you are the murderer and thief…no one else! You have become just like those men who stole from you and left you here to die…in fact, you are worse!...argh!" Dean felt himself thrown up against the wall again…Man this was getting old fast. He had to figure out a way to get to the lighter and put an end to this once and for all.
John moaned as he came to, his head spinning from the contact with the wall. He saw Dean thrown once again up against the wall. If only he could reach his shotgun, maybe they would have a chance. He looked at Dean and nodded towards the gun lying by the altar. Dean nodded his understanding and once again tried to distract the spirit.
"Where are all your pixie friends…even they have abandoned you!" Dean yelled as he tried once again to head towards the lighter. Once again Thomas threw him against the wall. "My friends didn't leave me…they could never leave me. You see, once I feed on my victims, a portion of their spirit remains behind. The pixies that your father and brother killed…they were the spirits of those who were killed…bound to the one who ripped their spirits from their bodies just before death. So, I think it's only fair that you become one of the first of my new friends!"
Thomas advanced towards Dean, reaching out with his hand towards Dean's chest. Dean tried to move away, but couldn't as Thomas had him pinned to the wall again. Dean watched as his father reached for the shotgun.
"You are really starting to annoy me!" Thomas let Dean go and sent the shotgun flying across the room. "Who are you?" Thomas demanded one more time.
"I am the father to these two boys and I am the one who is going to send you back to the hell you came from you bastard! No one messes with my boys and lives!" John glared at the spirit, daring him to come after him.
Sam had been listening outside the doorway, too weak to move, let alone do anything. As he saw his father advancing on the spirit with no weapons, he knew that he needed to do something. His anger at his helplessness grew as did his anger at the spirit that was causing his family harm. Sam rose unsteadily to his feet, grabbing the torch off the wall and entered the room.
"Sam…No!" Both John and Dean cried in unison as they saw him almost fall down the stairs. But Sam didn't hear them. All he felt was the hatred he had for the spirit and anger at himself. He continued to walk into the room and ignoring everything else, headed straight for the room containing the bones.
"Ahhh…at last my chosen one has appeared. I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to do that!" Thomas motioned at Sam, sending him against the wall and holding him there. Sam cried out in pain as his ribs made contact with the wall. His vision started to fade…he had failed again…Damn it…not this time! Sam thought to himself as he reached into his final reserves his eyes dark with hatred as he looked at the spirit of Thomas Gallagher.
Dean and his father started to move towards Sam to help him. But they were not prepared for what happened next. Sam became calm as he closed his eyes, his head dropping to his chest for a moment. When he next looked up, his eyes held a vacant look. Sam turned towards the shotgun lying on the floor, looked at it and then at Dean.
Suddenly the shot gun came flying towards Dean, hitting him in the chest with such force that Dean fell against the wall with a cry, the wind knocked out of him.
Thomas started to back away from the youngest Winchester, a look of awe and fear on his face. He quickly turned and motioned towards John, pinning him against the wall and choking him. "Stop…do you hear me! I said stop or I will kill him!"
John continued to gasp for breath as he struggled to break free. Dean was also trying to struggle to his feet, aiming the shotgun towards the spirit. John felt the grip of the spirit loosen, but he was not totally free. He watched as Dean was once again thrown against the wall, but this time his son did not move.
"You bastard…I will kill you!" John yelled, but once again the pressure on his throat was back, keeping him from saying anything else.
Sam had fallen to the floor, apparently unconscious. He could hear what was going on, but couldn't react…all he knew was that he had to get the torch to the bones before it was too late for all of them. Gathering up his last ounce of strength, Sam focused on the torch. The pain in his head grew to be almost unbearable, but Sam still pushed on. He channeled his hatred and anger into a final burst of energy. He couldn't believe it when he felt the torch lift into the air, wobbling as if it couldn't decide to stay up or crash back onto the floor. Sam looked towards the room containing the bones and concentrated harder than he had ever done in his life…the pain from his body ignored…Sam pictured the torch heading for the room.
Dean groaned and opened his eyes…he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The torch was floating across the room towards the bones. He knew it had to be Sammy. As he watched, the torch dipped, but then continued on towards the room. He looked at his baby brother and was immediately concerned…Sam's face was etched in pain and the sweat was dripping down his face…Dean knew that Sam couldn't keep this up much longer and if Thomas tried to stop the torch…he knew all would be lost.
Dean stood unsteadily on his feet and walked calmly towards Thomas. He could see his father shaking his head, gasping for air. "Hey fuggly…remember me? You know, you really are a fickle bastard…one minute you want me, the next you don't…If you want a piece of me…you're going to have to work for it!"
Thomas, weakened by the death of his friends and the length of time that he had remained in his spirit form knew that he could not hold both men captive. He could feel the older man weakening beneath his touch. "Don't worry my friend…you'll be next, just as soon as I finish…."
Suddenly there was a loud explosion and fire shot out of the small alcove containing the bones. "Noooooo!" Thomas yelled as he dropped a barely conscious John onto the floor. He glared at Sam with pure hatred in his eyes before he vanished.
Sam never saw the look he received from Thomas, nor did he see the concerned looks he received from Dean and his father…all Sam saw was blackness as he fell to the ground unconscious.
TBC
Raven524: The end…not quite, there is still at least one more chapter to go I think…or I guess I could leave it here and let you all wonder…send me a review and let me know if you want more! (evil chuckle!)
