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Home Sweet House

Chapter 8 – Trapped

Dean reached the bottom of the stairs and groaned a he saw the number of hallways leading off from the main room. He figured Sam had to be down one of the hallways, but which one. "Sammy…answer me damn it" Dean called again, but received no answer.

Dean started down the nearest hallway, cursing his pig headed brother as he tried to see if there was any sign of him. There was another set of stairs leading further down to another level at the end of the hallway. Dean started to cautiously walk down the stairs; almost reaching the bottom, he felt a push from behind him. Losing his balance, he tumbled down the stairs and lay quietly at the bottom.

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Sam rubbed his aching temples and glanced at Nick sitting quietly beside him. "So Nick, you talk to spirits for a living?" Sam asked getting up to take a closer look at the door.

"I guess you could say that…I don't advertise though…because of my…ummm...circumstances, I try to keep a low profile." Nick groaned as he tried to lean against the wall.

Sam glanced at Nick, trying to decide on how much he should tell him. "I know a little about you from the things we found at your house…so your mother died when you were young, do you remember how it happened?"

Nick glanced sharply at Sam; he was a little upset about someone going through his personal things. Sensing Nick's hesitation, Sam continued "Look man…normally I wouldn't have pried, but we had to check it out so we could find you…I have visions…and well…I had a vision of the trouble you were in…that's kind of how I ended up here." Sam took a closer look at the hinges on the door…maybe he could remove the pins with his knife.

Nick sighed "I guess it can't hurt to tell you since it looks like we may not get out of here any time soon. According to my father, my mother burned to death, trapped on the ceiling of our home when I was about 6 months old. After that my father and I traveled around quite a bit, him taking odd jobs…we never stayed in one place too long. I didn't understand until one day I woke up and found myself looking at the figure of my mother in the room with me."

"I bet that freaked you out a little" Sam said as he recalled the time his mother had appeared to him at their old house in Kansas.

"Yeah, but it was weird…I knew that she wasn't there to harm me. In fact, she was there to warn me that I was in danger." Nick smiled as he thought about his mother. "I tried to talk to my Dad about it, but he warned me not to let anyone know about my 'ability'…he said people wouldn't understand."

"So what did you do?" Sam asked again as he started to work on the old hinges.

"Well, I continued to talk to my mother and found that I could talk to others who had not passed over yet. I discovered that not only could I talk to them, but I could help them pass over by being a conduit between them and their unfinished business here on earth."

"So where is your Dad now?"

Nick paused as a shadow of sadness passed over his face. "He…he died…he died protecting me!"

Sam stopped and looked at Nick. "What do you mean…how?"

"I've got a target on my back Sam…I've known about it since the first time my mother visited me. There is a demon out there somewhere who wants me for my abilities…he killed my mother and then he killed my father…I know it's only a matter of time before he finds me, but until then…I'm going to help as many spirits and people as I can." Nick's voice was getting quieter as his days in captivity began to catch up with him again.

"I know how you feel Nick…I've got the same target on my back…don't worry, I'll have us out of here in a few moments…Nick?" Sam turned and saw the young man had passed out again. "Don't worry Nick…we'll be just fine!" Sam returned to his work, hoping that by now Dean was on the way to back him up.

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Dean groaned as he came to slowly. He felt his arms pinned over his head as he hung from chains that were attached to a wall. Looking around, he saw that there was a large stone table with strange symbols marking its base. There were manacles that were obviously used to hold someone on the table and Dean could see the signs of blood. "Great…just Great!" Dean thought as he tried to loosen the cuffs holding his hands.

Suddenly he saw the robed figure of a woman approaching him. "Hi Marie…how about taking these cuffs off and we'll have a nice little chat!"

"Funny man…who are you and why have you disturbed my sanctuary?"

"I'm your friendly neighborhood ghost buster and I'm here to bust your ass bitch!"

"Such language…we'll have to work on that!" Dean tried to shrink back from the figure as it approached him. He could feel the cold clammy hands trace a path down his face and onto his neck. "Yes, we'll have to work on your manners if you are going to pleasure me!"

"Sure, right after I blow you into kingdom come…what have you done with my brother and Nick you bitch!"

"Ahhh…the other one…the sacrifice…he will be joining us shortly. He must be purified before the ceremony…my master would not be pleased unless he has been purified…yes, I must begin to prepare him and then we will gather the others…the master must be appeased…always he must be appeased."

Dean once again tried to break free of the chains holding him. He realized that the figure in front of him was in fact a ghula…if he could just get to his pack; he could put the woman out of her misery for good.

He had to get free to help Sam.

"Struggle all you want…you'll never break free. Soon you won't want to break free…you'll be under my complete control."

"You'll never control me…if you want me to pleasure you…you're gonna have a long wait…you just ain't my type!"

Marie laughed as she approached Dean once more. She slowly lowered the zipper on the jump suit that Dean was wearing, exposing his chest to her gaze. "Oh, you will pleasure me greatly!" She said as she ran her long nails down Dean's chest, leaving a trail of blood behind. Dean groaned at the pain that was being inflicted and almost gagged when he saw Marie sucking the blood from her bloody nails.

"Oh yes, young blood is always the best…I may not be able to wait until you are dead…I may need to taste you sooner!"

"Lady, haven't you heard that red meat is bad for your heart" Dean groaned once more as Marie ran her clawed hand down his chest once more, shredding the skin even further. The blood from the wounds was beginning to drip onto the floor at his feet.

"Let's see how long you are making fun of me after tonight!" Marie placed her hand almost gently on Dean's forehead. Dean's body arched from the wall as a surge of pain hit him. He bit his lip; causing it to bleed…he would not give her the satisfaction of hearing him scream. However, as another wave hit, he couldn't help himself, a scream was torn from his lips as his body finally hung limp from the chains that held him.

"Now to prepare the other…time is short and my master is not patient…I will return shortly with the sacrifice…until then, rest my pet…I don't want you to die just yet!"

TBC

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Raven524: At last...sorry for the lag, but the site has been down since Tuesday...here is the next chapter...hope you enjoy it!