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End of Innocence

Chapter 7 – Evil Revealed

Dean had heard Nick yelling for help as he closed the file he had been reading. He jumped to his feet and headed towards the stairs, but stopped in shock as he saw smoke billowing in the entryway below. "Nick!" Dean yelled as he grabbed the fire extinguisher from the wall and headed down the stairs. He figured where there was smoke, there was fire and unfortunately, he'd also probably find Nick and Sam.

Dean looked in awe as he saw a doorway off the main entryway burst into flames. He hurried towards the door and began to use the extinguisher. Luckily the fire hadn't spread too far before Dean was able to put it out. As the flames died, Dean dropped the extinguisher and cautiously entered the room. It was dark and filled with smoke, causing Dean's eyes to water as he began to search for Nick and his brother. He walked in a few more feet and suddenly fell forward. "What the hell!" Dean said as he felt Nick's body lying on the floor. Dean pulled the unconscious man up and placing him over his shoulder, he quickly exited the room.

Dean quickly checked Nick and saw that he wasn't breathing. "Crap…come on man, don't do this!" Dean knew that he had to get Nick breathing again soon. He looked back at the room and noticed that the smoke had cleared and there was no sign of his lanky brother. "Sammy!" Dean yelled as he knelt beside Nick and began mouth to mouth resuscitation. It seemed like it took forever before Nick began to cough.

Dean watched as the young man struggled back to consciousness. He was startled when Nick grabbed his hand in a tight grip, as he choked out one word. "Sam"

Dean helped Nick sit up. "Take it easy Nick; we need to get you to a hospital to have your lungs checked out."

"No! Need…to…Sam's in trouble…basement door." Nick continued to cough violently, straining to catch his breath. He had to let Dean know what happened.

"Ok Nick, I hear you…do you think you can show me?" Dean helped the young man to his feet. He placed Nick's arm over his shoulder and started to head where Nick pointed.

As they came to the door that had closed behind Sam, Dean let Nick down gently. "You just sit here for a moment and rest Nick. If I don't come back up…you high tail it out of here."

Nick blinked, still trying to catch his breath. His lungs felt like they were on fire and his head was spinning. But he had no intention of leaving Sam and Dean behind. He watched as Dean tried to open the door.

"Well there's a shock…the damn thing is locked." Dean put his ear to the door and listened, but he didn't hear any sounds on the other side of the door. "Sammy?" Dean called softly, hoping that his brother had just gotten locked into a room like Nick. But there was no response.

"Ok, we tried it the easy way, now…Argh!" Dean felt himself thrown across the room. "Son of a bitch!" Dean said as he stood and headed back to the door, this time the shot gun was in his hands. But once again he was hurled back away from the door, the shot gun flying out of his hands and landing at the other end of the room.

Nick stood up and moved towards Dean, he placed a calming hand on Dean's shoulder as Dean once again tried to lurch to his feet. "Dean, we aren't going to get in that way." Nick croaked, his throat was on fire and his head hurt, but he wasn't going to leave Dean or Sam here. It was his fault that Sam was in trouble…he was the one who invited them here and he was going to see it through.

Dean looked at Nick and sighed. He had seen that stubborn look on Sam's face. "So, you aren't going to leave are you?"

"No, face it Dean you need help and I'm the only one close enough to give it to you." Nick swallowed again, talking was really difficult.

Dean noticed Nick's difficulty. He moved over to his back pack that had fallen off the first time he was thrown. He reached in side and came back with a couple of pills and a bottle of water. "Here Nick, take these for your head and drink this, it should help with your throat. Try to keep talking to a minimum and you should be fine."

Nick smiled, "You don't have to take care of me Dude."

Dean smirked, "Who's taking care of you, I need you in top shape if you're going to help me find Sammy…and what did I say about talking?"

Dean was worried. His brother was missing and he was sure that their friend Wendell had something to do with it. He just hoped that Sam would be able to handle things until they could figure out a way to get to him. "Come on Nick; let's go back to Wendell's office. Maybe we can find a blueprint or something to help us find another way into the basement. There has to be more than one way in.

Nick nodded and bent to pick up the shot gun that Dean had dropped as he followed Dean back up the stairs.

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Sam slowly opened his eyes and stared into the gloom. He was in the room from his vision. He tried to move, but discovered that he was strapped to the chair. He tried to remember how he got here, the last thing he remembered was being with Nick; then he was pulled down the stairs. He must have hit his head on the way to the bottom. Sam swallowed as another wave of dizziness assailed his senses. A lone light came on over his head, causing Sam to moan from the sudden brightness. He watched as the door to the cell opened, trying to see what was coming.

A stooped figure entered, pushing a tray that contained a number of instruments on it. Sam swallowed as he began to struggle against the straps that were holding him in place. But the straps held firm.

Sam took a closer look at the old man as he shuffled into the room. If he were free, he could have easily taken the man. "Who are you?" Sam asked, trying to keep the fear from his voice.

The man looked up, a sad expression on his tired face. "I'm glad to see you're awake, you really took a nasty fall down those stairs young man."

"No thanks to you…who are you and what do you want?"

"I just want to rest, I'm so tired…but I can't, he won't let me go…I can't find them by myself anymore, so I need your help Sam."

Sam stared at the old man. "How do you know my name Wendell?"

Sam shivered as the man's eyes suddenly turned black as night, the tired face replaced with an evil sneer as he replied. "My father sends his regards Sammy boy!"

"I should have known. What's a matter is your father too scared to show himself?" Sam glared at the demon.

"He doesn't need to Sam. I was strong enough to take over Wendell here and believe me; he was just as powerful as you in his day. He gave me quite a chase and took a little convincing, but now he's mine to do with as I please."

Sam blinked as some of the pieces began to fit. "Wendell has abilities…just like all the children you trapped here."

"Yes, it was a nice fit, Wendell would find them for me and then we would work on them, molding them to serve my father's needs."

Sam grinned. "Well something didn't work out, the place burned down and the state took away your prize, I bet your father was real happy with you!"

Wendell scowled as he advanced towards Sam, grabbing a small knife from the cart as he came. "He left me trapped here…trapped by the souls that I had harvested for him. All because of few of them were able to resist. If I had just a little more time…but that doesn't matter now. All will be forgiven if I can turn you Sam…you are the key that will unlock his fury Sam."

The demon's words came back to him, maybe this demon would tell him what the fire demon had planned for him and the other psychics like him. "So what is this big plan? So far, it seems that your father has a big steamy pile of nothing!"

"Ahhh…but that will change once you agree to serve him Sam. And believe me, before we are through with you, you will beg me to let you serve him."

Sam shook his head and glared at Wendell. "Never, there is nothing you can do to me that will make me change my mind…nothing!"

"We'll see Sammy; every man has his breaking point…Wendell had his and he said the same thing to me. Let's see if we can find yours Sam, what will it takes to break you?"

TBC

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