A/N: Own nothing about Supernatural

Ok guys, I'm trying not to take a month to update, so here is chapter nine. I hope you all enjoy it and don't forget to leave a review!! Please!!

Chapter 9 – A low blow

Liz caught Dean's glance, his apprehensive eyes, glancing to the gun on the floor from second to second. Marie stood behind Dean, she felt how tense things were, but she had promised not to be an extra problem for him to worry about. He didn't need any at the moment.

Maybe he could try some brother connection? Some secretive plea?
"Sam, things are pretty shitty out here, so I'd appreciate some help". Dean said out loud for his brother, hoping he would be able to hear him. It hadn't been the first time that Sam was possessed. Each time that happened, Dean had gotten quite hurt. First time wasn't indeed possession, but Dr. Ellicot had done some serious damage, playing with Sam's angriness, his fragile psyche, and Dean ended up being shot by a rock salt bullet, which had hurt like hell. Then a real bullet close to his shoulder shot by Meg possessing his little brother. That had hurt a lot more.

Dean had woken up from time to time in the middle of the night and stared at his brother, who rarely got a good night of sleep, wondering if Sam could actually hate him some day, wondering how his little Sammy could become a monster. That was his little brother, who liked to eat Lucky Charms. All that innocence was gone. Now his little Sammy was possessed yet again. And Dean was there, willing to get hurt for his bro, one more time.

It was a mystery if Sam had any control over the situation or not, if his request for help would do him any good, but he had to try.

Liz let out a laugh, her most mocking laugh. Sam was acquainted with it and tired of hearing it. Not all things quite made sense for Sam. He had heard his brother coming into the room, and felt his own fingers slowly letting go of Rose's throat; however he couldn't get all the moments, get what was happening all the time. No matter how hard he focused, no matter how much he wanted to regain the control he couldn't get all the details of what was going on. His mind was trapped in a dense mist created by Liz, with which little information could get through. That was how it sucked being possessed. Too much for one single body.

"Sam apologizes Dean, and he sends his regards. You're on your own this time". Liz said with satisfaction taking a step closer to the gun. Dean swallowed hard. Good timing to forget Latin. All he needed were a few words to get his Sammy back.

Dean knew he had to find a way to get things under his control, and that wouldn't be piece of cake. He needed a distraction, a practical idea to help himself and Sam without getting hurt, preferably. Those were the times he missed his father. He missed having an older person responsible for him, to guide when needed, to call when he was afraid of some awkward job. Bobby was a great help, but he wasn't John Winchester. This was no time to cry over spilt milk. John wasn't showing up, neither was Bobby.

"Can I please check if Rose is dead or not? For Sam?" Dean asked, with his most pleading voice. He could play naïve when he wanted. A little lost boy who needed guidance and help. He didn't have the puppy look, but he had the whole helpless boy expression sculptured on his face. .

"Why? Will that appease your mind?" She asked, her questions always seemed to come out with disdain.
"No, it'll appease Sam's mind. You just used him to kill someone. That's pretty personal". Dean saw a smirk forming on his brother's face. Damn smirk, it didn't belong to Sam, not his Sammy. Not the little brother he raised. Sam's smirk was tender, not wicked.

"If you try anything, I mean anything, your brother will pay, you hear me?" She wasn't asking, she was confirming that he understood the rules. The gun was still there, Liz was closer at the moment, one more step and she could reach the gun twice as quicker. Dean nodded, confirming he was aware of his limitations.

He turned to Marie, she could see in his eyes he was up to something. She wasn't sure that was a good thing, after all, she reminded herself once again that she was just a farm girl, courageous, but nonetheless, a girl with little training to survive in the woods. Dean's eyes fixed with hers. She had never seen that look before. She'd see that look in a firefighter who was about to enter a burning building to rescue a child, not knowing if he'd succeed or not. That was his look, and it was damn scary, because he'd be counting on her to rescue that child from the flames.

"Run to the slaughter house where Liz took my things from me, find a journal and a gun and hurry back". Dean whispered quickly to Marie then winked. He was gonna create the distraction.
Luck for him, the journal was as important as his phone and Impala keys. He took that journal everywhere. If Marie found the gun too, that would be just peachy. Dean had been in some pretty nasty situations before, but it'd have been a lot handy if he had remembered to look for his things while in the slaughter house. Sam was a bigger concern though. Dean usually thought how to get to his brother, how to help was another story.

She nodded and waited for Dean to give her the right time to run from the living room.

Dean took a deep breath and gave his back to Marie.
"Today Dean". Liz said impatient by his little secret moment with the strange girl.

He started walking very slowly, one step after the another, slightly approaching the gun, however making Liz think he was approaching Rose. "She's dead, what's the rush for?" Dean asked getting all the attention for himself.

"Don't test my patience". Liz said. Her eyes followed Dean's every move like an eagle.
Dean measured his steps and his chances. He felt his heart accelerate. Since he was a kid, Dean had to learn how to think fast and make the right decision, how to be audacious. Fear was good, but some moments he had to be fearless. Some of these decisions were pretty much like one of Marie's movies. It would only take a second to happen, then Dean would close his eyes, wait and open them again to see if everyone was still alive, if he had made the right choice. He began to enjoy that sort of adrenaline through the years, this adrenaline started to be a part of him.

He stopped between Marie and the gun and looked behind his shoulder. "Go". He mouthed to Marie. Then quickly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened them again, and lunged for the gun, he landed on all four beside it. He reached out, only inches away from the cool metal until Liz stomped down on Dean's hand. He swallowed back a scream and cursed, "Son of a bitch." It may have been a girl taking action, but it was still Sam's tall heavy body.

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Marie took the moment and ran to the door as quickly as she could. She had also felt that adrenaline. It was one of Dean's moments. No time to think, no time to accept to help or not. Her answer had silently been yes, weather she wanted to be a part of this or not. Some choices are made for you and you just have to embrace it and get it done. Adrenaline: saint medication for the weak, saint energetic for the poor, saint adventure for the bored. Yes, that was the holy ingredient to keep people going, even when their bodies were worn out, even when fear had taken over, even when you couldn't swim but had to dive in a lake.

She grabbed the door handle and opened it without hesitation. One step and she was again under that black sky, getting wet by the freezing unstoppable rain, sliding through the muddy floor, running for that journal as if she were running for her life.
Directions didn't really matter, she was following Dean to the house, but she couldn't come back and ask Dean if they had just walked one direction, if they had turned somewhere. She had been tense, and hadn't paid attention.

Instincts, she followed her instincts guided by the holy ingredient. Go straight forward she repeated to herself without noticing it. The building was already on fire and Dean was already there, she had to get back fast. He had mentioned a gun. Marie hated guns. Someone always got shot or dead when a gun was involved in a fight. Another choice she didn't have. The gun was necessary, she needed to find a journal, for some reason she didn't have time to ask, it was important, as was the gun.

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His fingertips brushed the hard roughness of the gun but it was no use, Sam's weight on his hand was crushing it into the floor. Dean raised one leg in his crouching position and swung it in a quick blur of speed into the back of Sam's knee, knocking Liz to the floor. Liz sat up and reached for the gun, Dean had only a moment to get it out of her way. He kicked it full force, sending it rolling under the couch. Liz watched it roll away giving Dean the chance to throw a punch into the left side of Sam's face. The force of his punch sent Liz back to the floor. "Sorry Sammy." He apologized as he climbed on top of his little brothers body and threw another punch. Liz blocked the punch, used Sam's long legs to her advantage. She bent his legs up, squeezed his knees around Dean's sides and pulled back at the same time she pushed her upper body off the floor. Dean all of a sudden found himself on the floor with Sam on top of him. She grabbed his shirt and lifted him up to her face.

"You just screwed things up for Sammy." She growled. Dean grabbed onto Sam's shirt the same way Liz grabbed his and pulled him closer, head butting him hard enough to make Liz scream and roll off him. "His names Sam." Dean rolled onto his stomach, pushed himself up on all four and wiped a speck of blood off his face. Liz stood in the middle of the room, holding Sam's face. His nose was bleeding like the Niagara falls. She lowered her hands red with blood and licked her palm, "Mm, he almost taste as good as you."

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"Come on Marie, don't be such a chicken". She said, embracing herself to run faster and get some slight warmth. "You can do this!" She repeated it like a mantra. She had to do that.

Marie ran without stopping, not even to catch her breath, until she reached the slaughter house. Instincts. She ran straight forward, until she saw the old door, the door she gone through a few hours ago, and found a strange guy, funny and cocky but strange nonetheless. Now she was running back there because of him, and he was still a stranger.

She stopped for just a moment, placed her hands on her knees, and breathed a little bit. Her lungs yearned for air.
With one strong push she got the door opened. Dean's blood remained on the floor as a pool of blood, untouched on that spot. The hook where his hands had been tied to, and his torn bloodied shirt by the sink. All untouched. She felt nauseated. Now that she had time to really analyze the place.

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Dean stood up and realized the couch was behind him. Liz noticed as well and took a step closer, walking up to him faster and faster. Dean stood his ground waiting for Liz to come to him. When she was close enough she threw her right hand at Dean's face, throwing her body into it so hard that she stumbled with the weight of Sam's body. Dean side stepped out of the way, causing her to lose complete control of her balance. She fell with her upper body on the couch, kneeling beside it.
"Just because you got my brothers body doesn't mean you can fight." He chastised. She reached her hand under the couch and he kicked hard into the small gap between Sam's stomach and the cushions . Her body jerked back with the power of his kick but she held onto the couch with both hands. She refused to let him get her away from the gun and in the long run, Sam was the one who would have to suffer with the pain.

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"No puking now. Be a girl Marie, be a girl!". She stepped inside and decided to ignore the horrible smell coming from the blood, not only Dean's, but that was a slaughter house, and the blood smell was strong as hell in there.

The place was quite simpleton, there wasn't much to look for. She went to the back of the place, where there were more hooks hung from the ceiling, some old fridges that looked like those morgue little drawers and another sink.
She looked at the little fridge. Why did her guts tell her Dean's things were in that stupid little thing? She had never been to a morgue, but she'd seen in movies.

"No dead body will pop out, this isn't a movie, get a fucking grip!" She kept talking to herself as she approached the small door. Her hands finally started shaking with all the pressure upon her. "Calm down!" She ordered and started reaching out for the small door knob.

"One… two…just one fast pull". She said and squeezed her eyes shut. She'd sure laugh about it later, that childish attitude, if no psycho dead body came out of that small fridge.
"Three!!" she yelled and got the door opened. She got her eyes opened. No psycho dead body, just a gun and what seemed to be a very old journal. "Thank you God! I owe You one!" She grabbed the gun and the journal fast and rushed out of that place. Ignoring the gross vomit taste in the back of her throat, the blood and all the other nasty, sadistic things in there.
She ran out of there like a child runs from school in the end of the day.

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He kicked again and again with each attempt she made to grab for the gun until Marie's voice found his ears.

"Dean! I did it!! I found it!! I found it!! The gun too!! I did it!!" Marie shouted not hiding her joy, completely forgetting the bigger picture. She shouted like a child who had found the treasure on a treasure hunt game.

Dean turned his head to face her, a small glimpse that turned out to be a bad move on his part. Liz may not know how to fight the way Sam usually did, but she knew how to fight like a girl. She swung her leg up between his parted legs and he dropped to his knees like a bag of rocks. The blow to his genitals stole his breath and sent his heart beat thundering in his ears. Marie mad an "Oooo" sound from across the room.

Liz reached under the couch again and pulled out the gun. Dean forced himself to move on her, throwing his weight on top of her. She raised the gun but Dean grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the floor, the gun still held firmly between her hand. His other hand went to her throat and pushed down with all his upper body strength to keep her there. He sat on her stomach, using all his weight possible. He regretted having to sit, his balls were still throbbing and ached for some aid, anything that would take the pain away and sitting was not helping.

"Open the journal, look for an exorcism, its in latin, and place it on the floor near me!! " Dean said through gritted teeth again. Being kicked in the nuts hurt like hell!! Maybe hell itself wasn't that painful.

"Exorcism??" She shouted back with her eyes wide opened. What was he gonna ask next: A bloody priest? She placed her hands on her hips, waiting for some explanation while Dean was using all his strength to hold Liz.

"Take your time!" He shouted angrily. Marie let out a sigh and started going as fast as she could through the pages.
"You think that old school trick will work on me??" Liz mocked struggling to escape Dean's grip.

"Yes, it's John Winchester's special exorcism, for bitches like you!" Dean said ignoring Liz's continual mocking.
"Daddy's journal? How very cute!" Dean hardened his grip on her.
"Here! Is this the one?" Marie approached Dean with the journal. Dean didn't even need to check, he saw the first word and knew that was the one. He nodded and Marie placed it near him.

"Step back Marie!" He ordered then looked at his possessed brother with his most wicked smile. "I'll see you outside for the finale". Dean said and started reading the words.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio..." He said out loud.

"Arghh, you little bastard!". Liz shouted, her voice filled with rage. Old school worked after all. Marie got scared by how angry Sam's voice was coming out. Demonic like.

"infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica!!" Dean didn't stop, but before he could finish the spell, Liz, sensing it was hopeless to fight back, left Sam's body. Another day, another battle. That was a powerful exorcism even for her.

"This isn't over!!" She threatened and was automatically expelled from the protected room. Without Sam's body she couldn't stay inside the house, and her ghost form was weak by all the effort she needed until that moment.

Dean let go of his book with a heavy sigh and released his brother. He didn't so much as kneel beside his brother but collapse into a hunched over position. His hands cupped himself between his legs and he squeezed his eyes shut, "Fucking hell, it hurts." He complained through gritted teeth, giving himself the condolences for his... nuts.

TBC…

Alright, that's it for chapter 9! I wanna thank you all for the reviews you've been writing, they mean the WORLD to me!! Keep reviewing.

I'll try to update soon, no promises though. I still have a bunch of tests to study and due to a new job (which I'm very happy about) I'll have to work night and day for a while, plus college so… I'll do my best to write on the weekend.

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Big thanks to Kim, I couldn't have done the fight scene without her, not my specialty. Thanks Kim!!!

Have a good week you all!!!

Lil.