Chapter 9:

Dean, or Dean slash Mr. Wells, paced back and forth in front of the two stunned hunters, with a wide smile plastered on his face. He paced with no attention to the battered body or the pain his host was most likely feeling. He felt nothing. Nothing but a sense of pleasure at this new adventure. It had been a long time since he had been in a body this young and he could only imagine what he would be able to do. He stopped and stared intently at his two prisoners. He delved into their minds and found every sin, counted every moral rule they had broken. Of all of the little hoodlums that had come into his home, these men were beyond anything he knew. They didn't just have one problem to solve, they had many. Lying, cheating, stealing, killing, whoring, drinking, and the list went on. And he was only going to be too happy to teach the lessons they needed to learn. However, he was more concerned with the younger men. He could possibly lead them down the right path. The father, though, the world could do without him.

"Leave my son alone." John said in a low menacing tone.

'Dean' smiled and Mr. Wells said, "I don't think so. I think this body will be useful to me. And what better way to teach him his lesson and show him the path of light and goodness than to blend ourselves? Much better than me just telling him. And believe me, your son needs lessons. You've produced a very bad seed John."

John was undeterred and refused to let whatever this thing say bother him, "I'm going to send you to hell."

'Dean' laughed. "Others have tried. You've tried, and failed. You failed here and you've failed as a father." He walked towards John and backed him up into a wall. "I know what you are thinking. How you would sacrifice your son here and now. What kind of father does that?"

He had hit a nerve and John visibly flinched. Of course he wouldn't want to sacrifice Dean. But in the back of his mind, he knew they might not have a choice. But he replied, "I would never hurt my children. Unlike you."

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sam slowly moving towards the bag of supplies. Knowing what he was doing John had to keep the ghost distracted. "At least I can say my children love me. Did yours? Do they now, knowing you murdered them?"

'Dean's' face turned angry. Mr. Wells sent a bolt of electricity into John causing him to fall to his knees and scream out in pain. "Now you know what your son felt. Want to feel some more? Or should I just do it to him again?" John didn't respond. "You know that your son is listening. He's in pain. He's screaming to get out. But you know what else. He's scared John. The warrior you raised is scared. He knows deep down that if given the chance, you'll kill him just to get rid of me. Isn't that right." He bent to John and took his chin and tilted up his head. "You are a horrid father, and you will be punished."

"Not today." John stated. Then with a sudden rush of energy he bolted up. "Sorry kiddo." He punched his son sending him flat on his back. He then jumped on top of him and struggled to hold him down. "Sammy! Get the rope out of my bag! Now!" Dean was fighting back fiercely, and John knew it was only the strength of Mr Wells that kept his body going. Dean was too far injured to be fighting this well. And it only broke John's heart more knowing he was hurting his son even worse. "Sam, now!"

Sam brought the rope he had found, though it wasn't much. Just enough to tie Dean's hands. John continued to sit on top of him.

"Dad, what now?" Sam asked. He was trying to stay calm, but inside he was freaking out. He had listened very closely to the conversation his dad and Mr. Wells had. And right now he was scared. He feared that Mr. Wells was right. That John would do anything to get rid of the ghost, even if it mean harming Dean in the process. He wasn't about to let that happen. Just as he was about to pull his dad off Dean, the struggle between the two stopped. Sam knelt down next to them.

Dean's eyes closed, and then he slowly opened them, blinking a couple of times. He turned his head and focused on Sam. "Sammy?" He said slowly. He tried to move and found that his hands were tied and his dad was sitting on top of him. "Dad? What are you doing?"

"Dean! Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"I'd be fine if Dad would get off me." Dean replied in a very soft voice.

"No." John stated, staring directly into Dean's eyes.

"Dad! Get off him!" Sam screamed. He started to reached for John's shoulders to push him, but John beat him and pushed Sam back.

"No Sam! He didn't leave. He's just toying with us."

"I don't know...what's happening. Sammy?" Dean looked to Sam, pleading with his eyes for help.

Sam was breaking apart at the seams. He wanted so desperately to help his brother, but if there was one thing his father taught him, was that things aren't always what they seem. And Sam knew better than anyone just how deceiving ghosts can be. They would try anything. And if Mr. Wells was accessing Dean's mind, he knew that pleading with Sam was the way to go to get free. With sad eyes and a sad voice Sam said, "I'm sorry Dean."

"Please Sammy." Dean cried.

Sam let a dry laugh escape, "Stop. Just stop. Dean would never beg."

"Sam, help me lift him." John said, trying to ignore his son's pleading voice. He kept telling himself it wasn't his son. But he had to keep his eyes from reaching Dean's. He couldn't let his resolve break. They had to get this son of a bitch out of Dean's body and burn him.

Sam helped his father and they drug Dean to a beam in the middle of the room and sat him up. Dean gave no struggle, simply looked at them with a look of bewilderment. But he stayed silent.

"Sam. In my bag. There's a small flask. Take it and get upstairs. Rub it on the front door. It will open it. Get the shovel from my truck and go burn the bones."

Sam looked at his father with wide eyes. "What?" He shook his head. "No way, I'm not leaving. You do it." He wished he didn't feel it, but Sam didn't trust his father to be left alone with Dean.

"Damn it Sam! Don't start arguing with me. I gave you an order now follow it!"

"And leave you here alone with Dean! What are you going to do to him!"

John was actually shocked. He took a step closer to Sam. "What? You don't trust me? You think I would actually hurt my own son!"

Sam didn't back down from his father. All the years of frustration that had built up was ready to burst, and he didn't hold it back. "Hurt your son? Wouldn't you? Isn't that what you've done all of our lives! How about this last year! You've sent us coordinates to places that have nearly gotten us killed! And you never even bothered to pick up your phone! Do you care!"

John held back the urge to slap his son across the face. A small part of him knew he deserved those words, but he was not about to be disrespected by his son. "You want to talk about caring! You walked away from your family Sam. You! You hurt your brother more than anyone could!"

The words stung Sam. The truth hurt, and his father had just flatly laid out the truth. But as wrong as he had been, he didn't feel that way now, and he wasn't about to walk away from his brother again. In a very calm voice, too calm for what he felt, he said, "You're right Dad. I hurt Dean and I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to hurt you either. And I'm sorry, okay. But we've all made mistakes. And I don't intend on making another one. So I'm not leaving here. Either we do everything together or no one leaves this room. Not alone."

John laughed. "I gave you an order son, and you will do it." He said low and growling. "If you want to help your brother, do your job. Or stand here and watch him die. Your choice."

-TBC-

Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you think. I'm not sure this chapter turned out the way I had planned. So let me know if it worked for you. Hopefully the next one turns out better.