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Double Trouble

Chapter 26 – Personal Demons

Taking a deep breath, Sam quietly walked down the hallway. He had to use the walls to hold himself up, but he was determined to do this...Sam reached the front door and opening it, walked outside to face his demon.

Dean and Bobby found Missouri sitting at the kitchen table. She was absently stirring her cup of tea; staring into the cup as if it held answers for her. Dean was surprised that she didn't look up when they came in. He was used to her always knowing when he was coming and normally, she had some idea of why he was there.

"Ah…look Missouri, Sam didn't mean what he said." Dean started, trying to smooth the waters. A role he was familiar with due to the nature of his father's and brother's frequent arguments over the years.

"Dean, you don't need to smooth anything over honey…I know Sam didn't mean what he said. I'm just angry at myself for letting things boil over. I knew that Sam was on edge and I pushed the wrong buttons…that's why I've hesitated to train him."

"Wait…you mean you can help him learn to use his abilities?"

"I can help him a little Dean, but as you saw, I may cause more harm than good…I've never tried to train someone before Dean."

Dean saw the distraught look on Missouri's face. He had never known the woman to be uncertain before now. Dean placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Missouri, all we can do is your best…can you help him?"

Missouri looked up at Dean. "I will try Dean, but in the end…it will be up to Sam. I can show him the way, but he must decide to follow." Missouri's head snapped up quickly as she looked towards the front door. "God almighty, that foolish boy! Dean, quick Sam's leaving the house…you have to stop him!"

Dean and Bobby both ran towards the front door. The door was wide open, and there was no sign of Sam. "Sammy…damn it! Where are you!" Dean yelled as he ran through the front door.

Dean ran down the steps and frantically looked around the front yard. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the tall lanky form of his brother stumbling towards the street. Dean saw the car approaching his brother but knew he would never make it in time to save him. "Sammy!" Dean yelled in warning as his brother stepped off the curb.

Dean started to run towards his brother, he had to stop him. Dean heard the squealing of breaks as he closed his eyes, listening for the sickening thud that would be his brother. A moment later, he opened his eyes and stared in astonishment. Bobby had managed to grab Sam and pull him back at the last moment…his brother was safe!

"Damn it Sammy…I swear I'm going to kick your ass! What in the hell did you think you were doing?" Dean ran up to where Sam was lying in the grass. He stopped when he noticed that Sam wasn't moving. "Sammy…hey, are you ok?" Dean jumped as Bobby reached down and picking Sam up in a fireman's carry…quickly headed back towards the house.

"Come on Dean…we don't have much time. We have to get him secured before he wakes!" Bobby had seen Sam's eyes just before he yanked him back, they had been black as night.

Dean raced ahead of Bobby stopping at the Impala to grab his bag. He had a strange feeling he was going to need it. Damn that fool kid…he should have known better than to leave Sam alone. He had totally screwed this up…if Sam was possessed; it was Dean's fault this time. If he hadn't blurted out that Sam was broadcasting to the supernatural world, this wouldn't have happened.

Bobby had already gotten Sam back into the bedroom and was gently placing him on the bed. Without a word, Dean reached into his bag and pulled out the strong rope he always carried. Bobby and Dean quickly tied Sam to the bed. "I'm sorry about this kiddo, but until we can get rid of your new friend…you need to be tied." Dean looked at Bobby. "Maybe the demon didn't get to him…"

Bobby placed a calming hand on Dean. "I'm sorry boy, but his eyes were dark as night when I knocked him out. You don't by any chance have a sedative in that bag of yours do you? We really should try to keep him out until we can get things ready…I'd hate to have to put another bruise on his face."

Dean saw the beginning of a bruise on his brother's cheek. "No, I don't….wait a minute!" Dean reached in and pulled out the pain killer that the doctors had given him. "We can give him these…they certainly knocked me out for a few days."

Missouri appeared in the room with a glass of water. "That boy certainly doesn't make things easy does he…stubborn, just like his father!"

Dean smiled at Missouri. "Ok, let's get this over with…any idea on how we can get these down him?"

Missouri reached for the pills and dropped them into the glass of water. Going over to the table, she grabbed the bottle of liquid fever reducer they had used earlier and took out the dropper. "We can use this, just like before. It will take a little more effort, but we should be able to get it into him this way."

Sam's eyes snapped open with pure hatred shining from their dark depths. "You will release me or you will die!"

Dean and Bobby both stepped up to hold Sam. Sam began to struggle in earnest, each time Missouri tried to get near him; he clamped his mouth shut and turned his head. He knew what they were trying to do and he wasn't going to let them drug him. "Get off of me you bastards. Your brother is no longer here…I have won and you can't have him back. I will kill him and you unless you let me go!"

"Enough of this shit...I'm going to send your ass back to the hell you came from and I will get my brother back…but first…" Dean sucker punched Sam again in the face. Sam lost consciousness once again. "Sorry bro' but there was no other way. Missouri, get that stuff over here now before he wakes up again!"

After some effort, they were able to get the drug into Sam's system. Dean just hoped it was enough to keep him out for a while. "Ok Bobby, do we have time to make the symbols to trap this bastard or should we just go ahead with the exorcism?"

"Well boy, if we try to exorcise the demon and he is strong enough, he could jump into one of us before we can finish the ritual. We haven't had time yet to figure out what type of demon we're dealing with…I say we take the time. That is if Missouri here doesn't mind having a decorated ceiling?"

Missouri shook her head. "Go ahead and do what you have to do. I can feel the boys torment, we need to do something fast or there won't be much of Sam left to save. He's been able to resist before because his abilities helped him…I'm not sure what will happen now that his blocking ability is not what it should be. The demon may be able to gain control of his powers."

"No way…my brother will stop him. If I know Sam, he'll find a way. Bobby, can you create the symbol while I find the ritual in the book. Missouri, do you think you can read the ritual…I could, but my Latin sucks…I don't want to mess this up. Besides, I think Bobby and I might need to be on guard in case the demon does gain control of Sammy's powers."

Without further discussion, the small group dispersed to prepare. Sam wasn't aware of the activity going on around him. He was busy fighting the battle of his life.

Sam found himself in a dark room. He could see the red eyes looking at him from the darkness. "Your brother has only temporarily stopped me. I can feel your power calling to me. Soon I will control it and use it to destroy your brother and his friends. Then you and I will pay a visit to my father…he will be glad to see you."

"I will not let you hurt anyone else…even if it kills me, you will not use my powers to hurt anyone!"

"You no longer have the ability to block me from what I want…you are weak, I can feel you getting weaker. Why not just give in…you know you will lose in the end."

"No, I will not let you win!"

"Whatever gave you the impression that you had a choice Sam!" Sam screamed as he felt the pain ripping into his mind. The demon was taking control and Sam couldn't stop it this time.

TBC