Bobby and Lenore try to trace Helena and the boys but things aren't going quite to plan, but then heck it's a Winchester tale!!

Chapter 16

Lenore looked at the devastation in the older hunter's eyes. Helena had ripped his heart out as surely as if she had committed the physical act. Bobby was pacing in front of her, well pacing as best he could with a bust foot.

"I was right there; she got them from under my damn nose. We left Dean alone; how could we have been so stupid. How could I have been so stupid?"

Lenore wanted to comfort him but she didn't know how. The clock was well and truly ticking now. They had to find her today, now; if they didn't then both brothers would be lost.

"Bobby, there are a few house nearby, I've sent my men on ahead to check them. If she's still in this area we'll find her, I swear. Maybe we should go back to the house she had Dean at, see if we can trace her from there."

"Let's go, we'll head to the house, at least were on the road." He was out the door before Lenore could reply.

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Sam sat up, his neck and his head screaming at him for the sudden movement. He was sitting on a cold damp floor, in what looked like a basement. There was a metal bed frame and various chains hanging from the wall. Sam instinctively searched his pockets for his phone but he realised that he'd never picked it up from the table in the motel room in all the excitement. Cursing he let his eyes adjust fully and scanned the room for a means of escape, sighing when he realised that there was none.

He spotted something lying on the floor, scrunched up in a ball, near the bed. Something that he recognised. He gingerly stood and walked over to it and picked it up. It was Dean's jacket. The jacket he had been wearing the night he disappeared from the church. Well at least he knew where he was now, back at the house they'd found Dean at. He wondered if Bobby would check here first, hoped that he would. Sam looked at the blood that covered the bed and the floor next it and wondered just what the hell they had done to his brother, no wonder he broke.

He threw the jacket back down on the floor and listened to the noise it made. He quickly picked it back up and searched the front pocket, almost cheering when his hand closed on Dean's phone. Sam said a little prayer and slid it open. One bar flashed on the battery icon, and two on the signal. He opened it and dialled Bobby.

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Bobby felt his skin crawl when he took out his phone and saw Dean's name on the caller ID. It's gonna be her, she calling to gloat. He opened the phone and let out a small cry of relief at the sound of Sam's voice.

"Sam are you ok?" The call was cutting in and out; Bobby was finding it hard to hear.

"We're….house….Dean."

Bobby cursed. "Which house Sam? Where's Dean?"

"……held Dean. Don't know. Oh god…..Bobby!" The line went dead.

"Shit!" He turned to Lenore." You were right. She's at the house. Drive faster."

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Sam screamed as she tore the phone from his hand, ripping the flesh on his wrist with her nails as she did so.

"You little shit. Do you think your friends can save you?" She grabbed him by the arms and threw him down on the bed, fastening the cuffs on his wrists even as he struggled. She was struggling to catch his legs when he felt someone else help her. He turned his head and stared into his brother's face.

Dean was gone. Whatever she had done to him to get him here and to him once they had arrived, Sam's brother was gone. Dean had blood on his mouth and his pupils were so dilated that his eyes were almost completely black. Sam gave a little cry as Dean sat down beside him and gently touched his head.

"Its ok, it won't hurt, just relax, it'll all be over soon."

Sam tried desperately to reach any part of his Dean that might still be there. "Dean please, don't do this, I can save you, I figured it out, remember I told you. I know how to kill her, how to end it."

Helena's head appeared next to his brother's. "Your too late, he doesn't care anymore, do you Dean? Your brother and I had some fun upstairs, who knows if you play nice you could join us." She turned Dean's head and kissed him. Sam watched horrified at the way his brother responded to her touch, pulling her to him, kissing her throat, slowly working his way to her neck. She gave a little cry of pleasure as Dean's teeth sank into her, the noise and the sight however almost making Sam sick.

Dean was lost. The smell of the blood and the taste of her in his mouth were driving him now. She was letting him drink from her and he could feel her excitement building as he gave in completely to not who he was but what. Then she gently pulled him off her.

"It's time."

She lent over Sam and whispered in his ear. "You did my job for me; dead man's blood is still human." She laughed at the look that crossed his face.

"You're lying, he didn't drink it, he was alright today, I spoke to him, and he was still Dean." Sam had tears in his eyes. It wasn't true, it couldn't be, he couldn't have done that to his brother.

"Are you sure? Well perhaps we'll give him a little taste of you, just in case. Your brother is a wonderful lover but his kisses…..are to die for." She gave a little laugh and lent in further and bit Sam's neck again, drinking a little but opening up his vein as she did.

She stood up and stepped back, letting Dean move back closer, let him smell the blood.

Sam closed his eyes and swallowed. He could feel the amulet that his brother wore brush his neck as Dean leant over him. He tried to reach him one last time. "Please Dean, don't do this to me." Sam opened his eyes and looked into Dean's. "Do you really think you can kill your own brother?" Sam chose the words that Dean had once used to try and reached him when he had been possessed. He watched as his brother hesitated slightly, a little flick of recognition on his face and then the shot rang out and Dean fell forward onto him and he heard Helena scream her rage.

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The truck tore up the driveway and screeched to a halt almost in the front door. Lenore was down and running before Bobby had even got out. The others weren't here yet.

"Lenore, for god's sake wait." He was too late, she was gone. He chased after her, shotgun in one hand and holy water in the other. He was about to go into the house when he realised that the Impala was parked to the side. He limped over and threw open the driver's door, smiling when he saw the keys. Snatching them he went to the trunk and threw it open. "Dean, son, you really need to tidy out this damn car." It took him a minute to find what he was looking for. Grabbing it he followed Lenore in.

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Lenore had found them easily, she had just followed the smell of the blood, let it draw her to them. Dean was leaning over Sam as she entered the room, frozen for the moment but obviously ready to go in for the kill. She raised the shotgun Bobby had given her and fired the rock salt into his back. She watched as he bucked from the shot and then fell over Sam.

Helena was on her in an instant, screaming her rage at her for shooting her mate. She grabbed Lenore by the hair and tore at her throat, ripping her flesh. Helena picked her bodily up off the floor and threw her clear across the tiny room, smashing her into the far wall and oblivion. Slowly she crossed the room to her. "You bitch." She reached to grab her.

"Hey!"

Helena turned to face Bobby as he came into the room and threw the holy water into her face. She cried out as it bit into her skin and melted it. She was on Bobby so fast that he couldn't keep his balance and raise the stake. She hit him and it flew from his hand, sliding across into the centre of the room.

"My face." She put her hands up. "My beautiful new face." She wiped her hand across it and a little piece of the skin came away. She stared at it and then Bobby.

"I'm going to kill you for that."