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Den of Thieves

Chapter 21 – Finding Sammy

Sam winced as he tried to struggle against the chains holding him. Thomas was approaching him with the chalice. As Thomas drew near, he continued the strange incantation, moving the chalice around Sam's body. Thomas placed the chalice at Sam's feet and pulled out the knife one more time.

"Leave me alone you creep!" Sam shouted in fury.

"We are almost there boy…just let me get rid of this shirt…then we can begin!" Thomas began cutting the shirt from Sam's body. He then proceeded to cut the bandages that were binding Sam's ribs. Sam moaned in pain as his injured ribs complained. The air was cold on Sam's fevered skin and he shivered, not only from the cold, but also from the pure evil he saw standing before him.

Thomas calmly picked up the chalice and started the incantations again. He dipped his finger into the contents of the chalice and began to draw various symbols on Sam's chest, forehead and cheeks. The symbols felt like a fire burning into Sam's skin as he wreathed in agony.

Before Sam could react, Thomas grabbed his face in his hands, holding the unholy chalice to Sam's lips…he forced the liquid down his throat. Sam immediately started to wretch, but Thomas quickly pulled a cloth from his robe and gagged Sam.

"You better keep it in boy, or you'll suffocate yourself!" Thomas laughed as the tears began to fall down Sam's cheeks.

"Now, lets take the first bit of power from you my boy…hold still…I guarantee this will hurt!" Thomas gently placed his hand over Sam's chest. Sam felt a surge of pain going throughout his body. As his body arched from the pain…a scream was ripped from Sam's lips. Even through the gag, his screams could be heard as Thomas continued to feed.

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John and Dean both heard the screams and followed the sounds to a wall on the opposite side of the room. John pointed to the floor where you could see faint evidence of a door opening and closing.

"This has to be the door, Dean…we just need to find a way to open it." John whispered as he began to search around the edges of the door.

Dean's eyes filled with tears as he heard the muffled screams continue. "God, Dad…he must be feeding on Sam…we have to get in there before it's too late!"

"Calm down son! You won't do Sam any good if you rush in unprepared. Go over and get the shotgun from the pack. Also, bring me the lighter fluid and some rags…I have an idea on how we can get rid of this bastard once and for all!"

Dean hurried over to do his what his Dad asked…doing anything was better than just sitting there listening to his brother's screams.

After a few moments, John found what he was looking for, one of the stones on the wall felt loose to the touch. He took the lighter fluid and part of Dean's torn T-Shirt to wrap around a piece of wood that was lying on the floor. He tied the cloth around the wood and soaked the cloth with lighter fluid.

"Ok Dean…here is what we are going to do…you need to shoot the spirit as soon as I open the door…that should give me enough time to get into the room and start him on fire. Once I do that, you need to get to Sammy and protect him…you got it!"

"Yes Sir!" was all that Dean said as he cocked the shot gun. John lit the torch and motioned for Dean to get in front of him as he pushed the stone. As the door slowly opened, both men paused and looked in horror at what was in front of them. Sam was hanging limply from the chains in the wall, whimpering as Thomas continued to drain his energy from his body.

"Hey fuggly…remember me?" Dean announced as he stepped into the room. Thomas spun around just in time to get the full blast of the shot gun in his chest. As Thomas crumpled to the ground, John hurried in and quickly grabbed the spirit, hauling itto the far side of the room.

"Get him out of here! Now!" Shouted John as he felt the spirit trying to rise from the floor. He kicked at the spirits head to keep him down and then placed the burning torch onto the spirits chest. John used the torch to hold the spirit onto the floor as it wreathed in pain. "Take that you bastard! I told you no one messes with my sons!"

Dean reached up and gently undid the handcuffs holding his brother. Sam has stopped crying, but was now softly moaning. Dean shuddered as he saw the symbols that looked like they were burned into his brother's skin. "Sammy…it's me…you're safe…can you hear me?"

Sam sat on the floor with dazed eyes, not seeing…all he could feel was the pain. He tried to get the rag out of his mouth, but couldn't seem to move his arms. "I'm sorry little brother, but I have to get you out of here before the whole place goes up!" Dean watched as the fire was quickly spreading. His father was already heading towards them when Dean pulled Sam up and placed him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. John helped steady his sons as he urged them to get out of there.

Dean once again carried his little brother from a burning house…only this time, he wasn't sure what kind of shape he would be in. He gently lowered Sam onto the grass, wiping the hair from his eyes…eyes that still looked frightened. "Sammy…you're safe…you're out of there…Aw Sammy…come on, wake up little brother!"

Sam could hear Dean's voice as he tried to focus his eyes. He still had the gag in his mouth. He tried to reach the gag as he felt the bile rising in his throat. Dean seeing Sam's discomfort reached and untied the gag, rolling Sam onto his side and holding his head as he got sick.

"Oh my God...Dad…I think he may have punctured a lung this time…he's coughing up blood!" Dean yelled.

"No…Dean…I'm…I'm…" Sam tried to get out, but he started retching again. The motion was killing his ribs and tears started to fall down his cheeks. John had run to the car to get the first aid kit and some water. He looked at the blood that Sam was vomiting up with concern.

"Dean, how far did you say this Doctor was?"

"He's a couple of hours away Dad…but the nearest hospital is more than 4 hours away."

"Ok, lets get Sam into the back seat of your Car…I'll follow you in the truck!"

Sam cried out in pain as his father grabbed his shoulders and Dean grabbed his legs, carrying him to the car. Once he was safely in the back seat, Dean brought out a bucket from the trunk, placing it by Sam's head. "Try to hit the bucket will yah…I don't want to have to clean the upholstery when you're through." He nodded as he saw the slight grin on his brother's face.

John pulled one of the bed rolls from the trunk and gently laid it over the shivering boy. "You hang in there son…we'll get you to the Doctor real soon!"

Dean jumped into the driver's seat and started the car. He took a quick look back at his brother wishing he could provide him with some sort of comfort. "Ok Sam, this is going to be a quick trip…but you let me know if you need me to stop..ok?"

"Dean…I'm ok now…really…blood was from the chalice…he made me…he made me…" Sam started to gag again as he remembered what Thomas had made him drink.

"Sammy…Sammy…it's ok, don't try to talk now…just save your strength…and remember, if you get sick in my car…" Dean was glad that Sam couldn't see the tears in his eyes as he realized what his brother had endured. He pushed down on the accelerator and sped towards the Doctor's office…2 hours in regular driving time would mean only 1 1/2 hours in Dean driving time; and this time…he intended to break his record!

TBC

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