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Home Sweet House
Chapter 10 – History Repeats
Dean struggled as Marie began to drag him across the floor. Between the blood loss and the energy he used to fight her, he was barely conscious. Marie dropped him against the wall next to Sam. Dean looked at Sam, seeing the blood on the back of his head; he reached over to make sure that his brother was still alive. Dean breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a strong pulse. "Sam…wake up…you need to…"
Dean yelped in pain as he felt the claws once again make contact with his skin. "You will be quiet…or I will not do as my master bids and begin my feast right this minute…do you hear me!" Marie said with loathing. Marie rolled Dean over and grabbed his arms, placing the manacles on them once more.
Dean groaned as Marie moved the lever in the wall, pulling Dean upright once more.
As Marie leaned over Sam, Dean shouted "Leave him alone…if you hurt him…I'll kill you…even if I have to follow you into hell…I'll kill you!"
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Nick had paused at the head of the stairs that led to a lower level. He wasn't sure if he had the energy to make it down the stairs. "Damn it…Cedrick, how can I help them…I'm no good in a fight!" Nick groaned as the pain in his ribs seemed to be getting worse. He slowly sank down to the floor…"I just need a minute Cedrick…then we need to plan." Nick closed his eyes and was unconscious once more. The lonely globe of light took a protective position near the young man…following Sam's last order, Cedrick would watch Nick's back.
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Sam groaned and shook his head trying to clear his vision…a bad mistake as pain shot through his skull. Sam tried to reach up to feel where he was injured, but couldn't. Frowning, Sam slowly became aware that not only could he not move his arms and legs, but he was lying on something cold and hard. He shivered from the damp cold as he tried to focus his eyes. Sam slowly picked his head up and tried to see why he was so cold…"Where the hell are my clothes!" Sam groaned. All he had on was a small white cloth, tied around his hips.
"Sammy…Sammy are you ok?" Dean called from behind Sam. Sam looked behind him and saw that Dean was chained back on the wall.
"Yeah…a little cold, but otherwise I think I'm ok…nothing a few aspirin won't fix…how are you doing?" Sam noticed that while the bleeding seemed to have stopped, his brother was looking paler than before.
"I'm just dandy…you know that Marie is really a bitch!"
"Yeah…so, what's the plan Dean?" Sam asked tiredly. He didn't like the odds…he hoped that Nick had followed his order to leave if things got bad and from Sam's perspective, they couldn't get much worse.
"I'm working on it bro'…don't worry, we'll figure something out!" Dean had a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach. How was he going to protect his brother this time? "I'm sorry Sam…I really screwed up big time!" Dean sighed, letting his head drop to his chest.
"Dean…don't even go there! If it's anyone's fault it's mine…I'm the one who didn't wait for backup…I just took off without making sure you were behind me…now we are both in trouble and there is nothing either one of us can do about it!" Sam knew in his heart that this was all his fault and nothing Dean could say would change that. He was always the weak one…the one who always got them into trouble and now was probably the one who would get them killed.
"Sammy…hey little brother…there is enough blame to go around on this one…how about we spend our energy trying to figure a way out of this mess…where did you leave Nick?"
"Hopefully, he's on his way out of here and going for help…I left him in the basement, he wouldn't let me take him to safety…I just hope he gets out ok." Sam sighed, trying to find a more comfortable position.
Dean saw movement in the corner of the room. Damn it, Marie was back and he still had no idea how to stop what he feared was going to happen. Tears of frustration threatened to fall down Dean's cheeks as he watched the woman approach the altar. "Get away from him you bitch…you want some one…take me!"
Marie stopped beside Sam and gently touched his head. Sam immediately began wreathing in pain. "Get out of my head you bitch…you're not going to get control…you're not...argh!" Sam screamed as the pain intensified. After a few moments, Marie stepped back and shook her head sadly.
"You must be cleansed…you must be purified…the demon within you must be expunged before you can be worthy of my master. I feel the demon's power within you…it is strong. But don't worry, I will drive it from your body…you will be made pure once more!" Marie walked over towards a table and gathering up an ancient book, began to chant in Latin.
Sam recognized the words as part of an exorcism ritual. "Marie…Listen to me, I'm not possessed…there is no demon…the ritual will not work because there is no demon in me!"
"Yes there is Sam, the demon is cunning and hides from you, just like he did from me…the power you possess is that of Satan and must be driven out…you must be made pure!"
Dean listened to the exchange in disbelief. The woman was crazy, how could she believe that Sam was possessed. "Marie…you have it all wrong…Sam fights demons, he is not controlled by anything…you can't drive out what isn't there."
Marie ignored the two men and continued to chant. Sam looked at Dean with fear in his eyes. Dean tried to give his brother a reassuring look as Marie finished the chant. "See Marie…I told you, no black smoke, not even a flinch…your chant will not work because he is not possessed!"
Marie touched Sam's head once more, causing Sam to scream in agony. He could feel the ghula trying to reach into his mind…trying to gain control. Once again, he pushed back with all his strength. The pain was almost unbearable as he felt her hand leave his head and travel down his body.
"Such a pretty body…it is a shame it must be marred, but do not fear. It is better to have purity than beauty…only then can you be free to serve my master." Marie walked toward the wall and returned with a whip in her hands. Sam groaned as he read the intent in her eyes.
"Marie…please…you don't want to do this" Sam pleaded just before the first stroke hit his chest. Sam jerked and cried out in pain.
"Hush…this is for your own good…we will drive Satan from your body!" Marie continued to use the whip on Sam's defenseless body. Dean watched in horror as he heard the screams from his brother and saw the red welts and broken skin where the whip touched him.
"Stop it…please…I'll do anything you want…just stop it!" Dean yelled, but Marie continued to ignore him. Dean struggled against the manacles that held him, pulling with all his strength. Dean wanted to close his eyes, but couldn't…"Sammy…God Sammy…I'm so sorry!"
Sam was past hearing his brother's distress, as the whip continued to come down on him, he began to lose consciousness. Just before, he felt himself go under; he felt the presence trying to enter his mind. "NO!" Sam shouted as he fell unconscious.
TBC