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Home Sweet House

Chapter 14 – No Exit

Dean helped Sam from the grizzly altar. "Here you go bro' just rest here beside Nick…I need to take a look at him and then we can get going."

Dean squatted down beside Nick, groaning slightly as his own wounds reminded him that they were still there. He didn't like the shallow breathing or the signs of fever on the pale man's face. "Nick, let me take a look at your ribs." Dean said as he gently pulled Nick's shirt over his head. Dean gasped at the extensive bruising he saw; probing gently, he tried to carefully assess how many ribs were broken.

Nick grimaced as he felt Dean hit a particularly tender spot. "Well you definitely have at least 3 broken ribs here Nick…lean forward a little and let me bind them for you." Dean quickly bound up Nick's ribs and helped him put his shirt back on. "Now you need to take these pills…they will help with the pain and your fever."

Dean groaned once more as he stood and began repacking the bag with their medical supplies. Sam had been quiet until now. "Dean…let me look at those scratches"

"Not now Sammy…I'm good!"

"That wasn't a question…you won't do us any good if you fall flat on your face…please?" Sam asked giving Dean his best puppy dog look. "Damn it Sammy…you're not playing fair!" Dean sighed as he sat down near Sam. "Just make it quick little brother…we need to get you and Nick out of this place."

Sam gently lowered the top of the jump suit from Dean's shoulders. He flinched at the damage that Marie had done to Dean's back and chest. "This might hurt a little" Sam warned as he began cleaning the cuts with holy water. He then bandaged his brother as best he could; using butterfly bandages for the deeper cuts and gently winding the gauze around his brother's chest and back. "Well, you certainly won't be winning any beauty contests soon…Jeez Dean, she really did a number on you!"

Dean shrugged as he pulled the jump suit back on and zipped it up. "Hmph…you aren't looking so good your self there Sammy…keep it up and I'll let you walk around in the little towel our hostess provided…I'm sure that will get some attention!" Dean started towards Sam with a gleam in his eye.

"You wouldn't dare…ok…ok…I take it back…you're looking just fine!" Sam grinned, feeling better for the first time in the past few hours.

Dean looked towards the staircase, groaning inwardly as he realized that there was no way he could help both men up the stairs at the same time. He was going to have to do it one at a time. "Ok, Nick…you first. I'll get you to the top of the stairs and then come back for Sammy here…that will give him time to catch his breath. Sammy, I mean it…stay here and rest…I don't want to have to carry you up those stairs!" Seeing the stubborn glint to his brother's eyes Dean glared at Sam "I said sit and stay!"

"Woof! Woof!" remarked Sam as he tried to get more comfortable.

Dean rolled his eyes as he reached to help Nick to his feet. "Ok Nick, slow and easy...let's go!"

Sam watched as Nick and Dean slowly climbed the stairs and disappeared from sight. He tried to relax, but the wounds he had suffered and the fever were draining what energy he had left. Sam gazed around the room, trying to keep his eyes open. He couldn't pass out…Dean was in no shape to carry Sam up the long staircase.

As Sam sat in the quiet room, he felt something…looking around fearfully, Sam reached for the flashlight and gun that Dean had left with him before going with Nick. Sam stood slowly, groaning and almost falling back to the ground as his injuries reminded him that they were there. Sam looked around the room, but could not see anything. "Dean?" Sam called quietly as he started towards the stairs. The feeling that he should get out of here was growing and Sam decided that this time he wouldn't ignore it. Something was still not right with the house…Sam could feel it…there was something evil still present, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

"Dean…Can you hear me? I'm starting up the stairs now…Dean!" Sam called weakly, hating the panic he heard in his voice, but after his recent encounter with Marie…he knew he wasn't up to another round. Sam slowly began climbing the stairs.

After going up about ten of the stone steps, he paused to wipe the sweat from his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind from the room below. Sam found himself standing in the dark as the wind extinguished the torches below. Sam switched on the flashlight and turned to continue up the stairs as quickly as his body would let him. After a few more steps, Sam heard a roaring sound coming up the stairs, the wind from the room below was coming up the stairs and pelting Sam with dirt and small stones as he tried to continue to climb. The wind continued to grow in strength, pushing Sam to the ground.

Sam's body had finally reached its limit. Sam felt himself sinking down onto the step, God it was hot…the wind actually felt good for a few moments against Sam's heated skin. "Dean…I'm sorry…Dean…I can't…I can't" Sam never got to finish the sentence as he lost his battle and fell unconscious…he never felt himself falling back down the stairs into the dark room below.

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Dean and Nick had slowly been making progress up the long stair case. It took longer than Dean liked, but Nick was getting weaker with each step and was leaning more on Dean. "Come on Nick…only a little further and then you can rest" Dean said encouragingly as they neared the top.

Dean helped Nick down the hallway and into the main room of the basement. Helping the young man sit down with his back against the wall, Dean reached into the bag and pulled out one of the bottles of water. Handing it to Nick he to ready to return to Sam. "Nick, you stay here and rest…I'm going to get Sam and then we'll get out of this house of horrors..ok?"

Nick merely nodded as he was too tired to do anything else. "I'm going to leave the bag with you; inside you will find a shotgun loaded with rock salt…use it if you need to."

"I'll be fine Dean…go get Sam…Cedrick will keep watch for me!" Dean nodded at the globe of light that had followed them up the stairs.

Dean made it halfway down the stairs when he felt a strong wind blowing up the staircase. As he rounded the last bend, he also noticed that the torches were no longer lit…the room below was completely dark. As Dean turned his flashlight down to the end of the stairs he gasped as he saw a large figure laying at the bottom and he wasn't moving. "Sammy!" Dean yelled as he raced to the bottom of the stairs. Gently turning his brother over, he noticed that large gash that was bleeding from Sam's head. "Sammy come on little brother…don't do this!"

Sam heard his brother's voice through the haze that covered his vision. Sam groaned as he opened his eyes trying to focus on his big brother's face. "What happened…shit! That hurts!" moaned Sam as he tried to move his left arm to prop himself up.

Hearing Sam's yelp of pain, Dean used the flashlight to see what the problem was. Dean felt along Sam's arm and heard him whimper as he found the break in the bone. "Well Sam, you managed to break your arm…I thought I told you to stay put!"

"Couldn't Dean…sorry…felt something was wrong…we need to get out of here…need to go now!" Sam ground out as he tried once more to get to his feet. Dean helped his brother to his feet and placing his good arm over his shoulders, started to move them up the stairs.

"Let me guess, your spidey senses are kicking in?" Dean grunted as he took most of Sam's weight.

Before Sam could continue, the wind picked up again pelting both brothers with debris. Dean clutched Sam tighter and pulled him up the stairs. "Ok…ok…I take it back…come on Sam, only a little further to go!" Dean was tiring, but he was not going to lose his brother again tonight.

As they got to the top of the stairs, Dean could feel Sam's legs beginning to give out. He could feel the heat radiating through his brother's clothes and knew that collapse was imminent. Without saying a word, he reached over and picked his brother up in a fireman's carry as he hurried down the hallway. As he entered the main room of the basement, he was glad to see that Nick was already standing. Wordlessly, Nick grabbed the bag and started up the stairs ahead of Dean…Cedrick was leading the way.

Once they were back in the main house, Dean gently placed Sam on a sofa and began digging in the bag once again for the medical supplies. "Man Sammy, if this keeps up I'm going to have to raid a hospital to restock!" Sam didn't move as Dean cleaned the gash on his forehead. It probably needed stitches, but butterfly bandages would have to do for now. Dean quickly wrapped gauze around Sam's head to hold the sterile pad in place.

Next Dean broke the spokes out of the back of a couple of chairs to use as splints. "I'm glad you're not awake for this part Sammy" Dean said as he quickly set the bone and put the splint on Sam's broken arm. Tearing up a sheet, he made a sling and placed Sam's injured arm into it. As he finished, he heard a soft moan coming from his brother.

"Dean…what happened?" Sam groaned as he tried to focus, but his eyes were not cooperating.

"Well, you decided to play the role of a crash dummy…but I've patched you up and we are getting ready to leave this lovely house…seriously, how are you feeling Sammy?"

"It's Sam…I'll be fine, just get me the number of the truck that ran me over!" Sam groaned as he slowly sat up on the sofa.

"Ok, you two kids just stay here while I go and see about getting us out of here…and this time, I mean it…both of you stay put!"

Nick and Sam looked at each other and grinned "Ok Grandpa!" they both said in unison.

Dean glared at them one more time before he grabbed the shotgun and headed towards the front of the house. A few moments later, Dean returned with a sour look on his face.

"What's up Dean?" Sam asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Looks like we will have to solve the riddle of the house now instead of later…the doors won't open and the windows are shuttered up tight…we aren't going anywhere!"

TBC

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