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Den of Thieves

Chapter 20 – Ghostly Revenge

Sam cried out a warning but it was too late for his brother. The lamp from the table flew through the air hitting him in the head. Sam tried to sit up, but his ribs had finally had enough. "Dean…Dean, wake up! Dad help!" Sam tried once again to get up, but fell back exhausted. He shivered as the temperature in the room continued to drop. Without even looking, Sam knew that Thomas had entered the room.

"Murders…I should have killed you all when I had the chance. But no matter, You my boy are going to pay for your treachery!" Thomas moved over to the sofa and stared down at the boy lying there.

Sam shrank back from the pure hatred he saw in the spirit's eyes. He had to stall until his father could get back. "Your powers are weak…you never had a chance against my father and brother. You'll never get away with this!"

Sam screamed in pain as the spirit yanked him to his feet and started to drag him out of the room. "We'll just see…there is still a way for me to tap into your powers…then I'll take care of the other two! It will be sweet revenge…the powers that you used to save your father and brother will now be the means of their deaths!"

"No….stop!" Sam cried as the spirit continued to drag him towards the basement stairs. Sam struggled even though he realized it was futile…his strength was too far gone.

"Luckily for me, I don't care what shape your body is in any more…of course, that's unlucky for you!" Thomas pushed Sam down the stairs. As Sam felt himself falling, he used his arms to protect his rib cage as best he could but in the end he lost his battle to stay conscious.

Thomas quickly pulled the unconscious boy along the floor until he reached the hidden panel on the far wall. Pushing in the stone, the door swung open quietly. Soon Sam and Thomas had disappeared into the depths of the room.

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John walked into the house and was stunned to see Dean lying unconscious on the floor, a broken lamp by his head. He rushed over to check his son and was relieved when he heard Dean groan. "Dean…come on boy, wake up! Where is your brother? What happened?"

Dean's eyes flew open as he tried to come quickly to his feet. As he stood, a wave of nausea hit him and he almost fell back down onto the floor. John steadied his son and led him over to the sofa that Sam had been on when he left.

"Take it easy Dean…you got quite a knock on the head…here, hold still while I check you out!" John felt the back of Dean's head and was relieved that there was no blood, just a bump. Dean's eyes were beginning to focus as well which was a good sign.

"Dean…what happened?" John asked again quietly.

"I don't know…Dad, Sam had a feeling that Thomas was still here…how can that be possible…unless…Damn it!" Dean hit himself on the head and then groaned when he realized that probably was not the most intelligent thing to do right now. "Dad, Thomas was in his spirit form in the hidden room in the tunnel…the body that he had possessed must have still been here in the house!"

"Great…so, when we torched his bones, a part of him returned to the corporeal body in this house…Jeez Dean, why didn't you tell me he had possessed a body…I never would have let you boys in here…" John said angrily, but stopped when he saw the defeated look on his older son's face. He realized that he had just told Dean he had failed at his job to protect Sam…Damn, John wasn't used to having to be sensitive around his oldest son.

"Look son, no one is to blame here…besides, nothing matters except finding Sam and then burning that bastard once and for all!"

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Sam came to slowly; only to discover that his hands were chained to the wall above his head. The pain from his ribs intensified by the uncomfortable position almost made him black out once more. Willing himself to stay conscious, Sam took a look around the room and flinched when he saw Thomas bending over one of his spell books. This can't be good, he thought as he tried to get a fix on where he was.

Thomas heard the movement behind him and turned. "Don't worry boy…your father and brother will not find you here…this room is hidden away where no one can find it. I had it built long ago to protect my corporeal self during the transition time."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to drain your power from you, bit by bit and then I will feed directly on your soul. According to this spell, by slowly draining the power from you, I can increase my powers long enough to last until I can transition to either your brother or father's body. Now hold still, this might hurt just a little." Thomas quickly pulled out a knife and cut into Sam's arm. He quickly held the chalice up and collected some of the blood. After a few moments, he headed back over to the spell book and started the incantation in Latin.

Sam watched as Thomas added things from some of the jars on the book shelf. He shuddered to think what may have been in the jars. Sam tried not to think about what Thomas was going to do to him, but rather hoped that his father and Dean would figure out a way to help him before the ritual was completed.

"Don't worry Sammy…this won't hurt a bit…at least it won't hurt me any…you on the other hand, may be in for a rather long night!" Thomas said as he approached the helpless boy.

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Dean and John had quickly checked out all the rooms in the house, leaving only the basement to be investigated. "Dad, he is bound to this house, so Sammy has to be somewhere here. I don't think the spirit would have had enough power yet to get him back into the tunnel"

"You're probably right son, but we should have heard something by now. Let's head into the basement and be careful…I'm sure this is one pissed off spirit. I don't want to lose both of my boys!"

"Dad…I'm sorry…it's all my fault…I should have known…Sammy's feelings are almost always on the money when it comes to the supernatural…" Dean couldn't meet his father's eyes as he headed for the basement doorway.

"Dean…stop and look at me!" John commanded. Dean turned and looked at his father. John was stricken by the look of guilt and pain he saw in his son's eyes. "Dean, this is not your fault…you can't protect any of us all of the time, in this business we all risk injury…even death. You can't keep blaming yourself for things that go wrong, son…it will kill you!"

"Thanks Dad…but can we skip the chick flick moments until later…I have a brother to find!"

Dean and John carefully climbed down the basement stairs into the darkened basement. Dean stopped at the bottom of the stairs and knelt down next to a stain on the floor…it was blood, probably from Sam.

"Dad…he was definitely down here…but where did he go?" Dean looked around the basement and could not see any other sign of his brother.

"Dean…these old homes had hidden rooms built into them…there must be one down here somewhere…just keep looking!"

Suddenly both hunters stopped as they heard a scream….

TBC

Raven524: Ok this is the last cliff hanger for this story…promise (fingers crossed behind back---just kidding). Will try to get the next chapter out later today…keep reviewing!