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Chapter Seven

Dean sat there, watching Sam. His arms hurt, his chest hurt, his legs hurt, even his head.

Everything hurt. He couldn't help but rip his eyes away from Sammy for a moment just to see how bad his wounds were.

There was a large gash on his side, a few cuts on his arms, his right leg was bruised and his head had a shallow slash running from the top of his right eye to the bottom of his ear, blood smeared on his cheek.

A sudden movement caught his eye and he turned to see twelve men staring back at him. His eyes widened and he moved protectively towards Sam's body.

"Hey, you're ok." One of the eldest said as though he were talking to a child.

Dean glared at him before turned to Sam and feeling to a pulse. He sighed relieved as he felt the gentle throb beneath his fingers.

"Sammy?" he whispered. "Come on college boy, time to wake up."

Sam moved slightly, his chest no longer heaving for breath. "Awwww….Dean?"

Dean grinned as Sam's eyes fluttered open and fixed on his. "You ok little brother?"

Sam nodded, sitting up. "Remind me never to travel with spirits…ever again." He muttered as he surveyed the other men and then stared at Dean, suddenly realising his wounds.

"Dean!" He almost shouted. "Are you ok? Oh my gosh, what happened?"

Dean smiled, wiping some blood away from his eyes. "I met up with one of my old hook-ups. She accused me of lying then kicked my butt…can you believe it Sammy? Side-lined by a kid…"

He pouted slightly, his green eyes staring at the other men in the room. "I'm Dean." He announced to the staring eyes. He jerked his head to Sam. "My brother Sam."

They murmured their names but Dean took no notice.

"So, why are you guys here?" He asked casually, as though this were nothing more than a bar.

"Molly, we figured out, we all went out with her when we were twenty-one and we all lied to her about something. Then when we came back she kidnapped us and brought us here." One of them said, he looked terrified.

"I'll never lie again…" One of the men said, looking far off.

Dean looked outraged. "You mean you guys lied? I didn't! This is unfair…I told the truth!"

Sam snorted behind him.

"No really Sam…" he turned around, eyes begging for Sam's belief. "I told her we hunt ghosts."

Sam frowned. "So you didn't lie?"

"No."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Were you drunk at the time?"

"No!"

"So you told some random that you hunt ghosts?"

"YES SAM, I DID!"

Sam sniggered. "If you're sure…I guess she thought you lied. Why am I here? I never met the girl!"

"You got in the way." Said a voice from behind them. They spun around to find a young girl looking at the intently.

"I chose to rid the world of evil when I died. I chose to destroy liars and those who got in the way. My master wants thirteen bodies tonight. I will deliver…in exchange for power." Her eyes scanned the room and locked onto someone.

"You first." She whispered. "Say good-bye to your brother sweetie."

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