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Trapped In A Nightmare:
Chapter 16:
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John held Dean back before he could do any more damage. He told him that the time hadn't come yet. Sam was surprised at what he had just said. The words just came out of him before he had time to stop it.
"We're going now," John said. "But you better be ready for when we come back because you're gonna die soon."
Dean and John left the room. Sam was left thinking about what just happened. He was really hurt from what Dean and his Dad had said. The worst part was not knowing if it was the truth or not. But Sam had more things to worry about.
What would happen when they come back……..
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"DAMMIT!"
Sam had been trying to get himself untied for hours. He couldn't give up this time because he needed to get out before Dean and his Dad got back. They said that they were going to kill him and Sam really didn't want that to happen. So, he kept trying and trying to get himself untied. He had no luck so far. Loud footsteps coming down the stairs made him stop at once. He wondered who it was going to be this time….
"Hey there Sammy."
"Oh great. It's Dean. This should be fun."
Sam was determined not to talk this time. Every time he said something it usually ended up in him getting himself hurt more. All he did was glare and scowl.
"What's the matter, Sammy," Dean asked. "You don't feel like talking anymore? You can talk to me. I'm your brother, remember?. Speaking of which, I need to get some information from you. I know that you have the exorcising ritual and the gold bullets. I want you to tell me where they are. Now."
"You're not my brother you asshole. I'm not telling you anything."
Despite all the things that were going through Sam's head, he kept his mouth shut. And by doing that, he was getting Dean visibly mad. He also didn't give a crap.
"I believe I am talking to you," Dean yelled angrily. "And when I talk to people, I expect them to answer me! So, answer me Sam."
Sam shook his head and glared at Dean.
"You're not my brother. You're just something taking over him. So why don't you just leave me alone? You might as well stop bothering me because unless you're my brother, you're not getting a word out of me."
Dean came right up to Sam and came down face to face with him. He took a knife out of his pocket and held it right up to Sam's face.
"Where did you say they were," Dean asked.
Sam smiled.
"I'm not telling you anything. Why don't you go find them yourself? You're not getting anything out of me. Besides, I'm not scared of you. Go ahead, kill me. If you do then you'll never know where the stuff is now would you?."
"Damn," said Dean. "You're right, Sammy. I can't kill you. But I can do something else. Something more fun."
"Oh yeah? And what's that, Dean?."
Dean laughed and sent Sam flying back into the wall when he was still tied to the chair. The impact with the wall caused the chair to break and cause severe pain in Sam's broken arm.
"Hey Sam, did you know that possession also comes with powers," Dean asked. "I can do so much now. It's kinda fun. And if you don't tell me right now about where you have the ritual and gold bullets, well, let's just say, I'm gonna be having a lot of fun practicing my new power."
"You wouldn't dare," Sam said.
Dean laughed again as Sam went flying into another wall.
"Oh yes I would. So, what about it, Sammy? You gonna tell me? Or do you want to get more well aquatinted with the wall?."
Sam stayed silent and it caused Dean to throw him into another wall. Sam didn't want to tell Dean anything because he knew that his real Dad and Dean wouldn't want him to say anything. But he also couldn't take much more of being thrown into the wall. He had a tough decision to make.
"Alright, Alright," Sam said. "I'll tell you."
Dean smiled at Sam's defeat and walked over to stand in front of Sam so he wouldn't have anywhere to run.
"Well….? I'm waiting, Sammy."
"Okay," Sam said. "We left the book and the gun with the gold bullets in the car. In the truck compartment."
"Very good, Sammy. That wasn't so hard now was it? Hurry up, let's go."
Dean pushed Sam out the door and out to the car. Dean frantically opened the truck and looked around.
"Hey," he yelled in disappointment. "It's not here. You told me it was."
Dean turned around to face Sam but was only met with a baseball bat to the head which knocked him unconscious.
"That should hold him for a while."
Sam threw the bat back into the back seat of the car and looked around for a place to run. There was no where to go except the woods. He was definitely not going back there. Then, an idea struck him. He checked Dean's pockets and once he found the car keys, he started the car and began to drive.
"Where the hell am I going to go now," Sam asked himself.
Then it dawned on him. He would go back to the motel. The spells and the gold bullets were there. He would have to fight this demon and save his family on his own.
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Soon after arriving at the motel, Sam searched all the books there were on demonic possession and exorcisms. He had to prepare. Jeremiah was going down. Once and for all.
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