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Mullet Rock

Chapter Seven:

"No Sammy," he whispered, then raised his voice and demanded, "Sam you fight this! Don't you let it take over." He strode towards his brother but didn't even make it halfway across the floor before he was picked up again and thrown back the way he'd come by the same invisible force that attacked him moments before. He landed in a crouch this time facing his brother. "Damn it Sammy," he said. "Fight it!"

"Your brother is gone," a voice that was not Sam's said from behind the mask.

"Like hell he is," Dean exclaimed. "You get the hell away from him." He was slowly making his way closer to his brother. If necessary he would knock him out until he could figure out what to do.

Sam reached up and lifted the mask from his face and looked at it. "This has been my prison for far too many centuries," he said in the same deep voice. "Now it is his."

Dean stopped in his tracks. "What?" Dean asked shocked.

"He is now locked to the mask as I was," it said. "He is weak, even with his abilities it was a simple thing to switch places with him. Do they not teach those like him to use their gifts in this century?"

"I'm going to teach you how I use my gifts if you don't release my brother," Dean said forcefully.

The thing tilted Sam's head and looked at Dean, "What gifts can you possibly have that could equal mine?"

"I have a brain for one," Dean replied sarcastically as he approached his changed brother. Now within striking distance Dean leapt and tackled his brother dropping them both to the floor. Dean pinned his brother down but before he could do more he was thrown again across the room again.

"You can not win against me," it said. "Why do you fight?"

Dean didn't answer instead he picked himself up and stalked slowly towards his brother again.

The creature looked around the gift shop. "What is this place?"

"A store," Dean answered as he got within striking range of his brother. "What's your name?"

"You may call me, Kindoki. That is what they called me when last I walked this world."

"Un huh, well Kindyke," Dean said sarcastically as he swung a hook punch. "You aren't staying!"

He struck with enough force to knock his brother out cold. At least he was sure it would have if it had landed but he was stopped suddenly by an invisible force. His fist was inches from Kindoki's face but Dean could not finish the punch. He couldn't move at all. Looking into the eyes of the creature he noticed that they were no longer the fiery eyes of the thing that had stolen his brothers' form. Instead they were the green-blue eyes of his brother.

"You son of a bitch," Dean said angrily. "You let him go!"

"I am afraid that is no longer possible," Kindoki replied. "It has taken me more then a hundred years to gather the power to return and your brother does not have that kind of power."

Kindoki walked around the gift shop leaving Dean unable to move.

"This world has changed much while I was trapped," Kindoki said as he looked at the items in the store. "I will need a guide to teach me the things I need to know." He walked back to Dean and stood in front of him. "You will be my guide."

"Screw you," Dean said struggling to break free of the invisible force that held him.

"You are not thinking clearly, do not let anger cloud your judgment," Kindoki replied. "You will act as my guide," it said then came and stood in front of Dean holding a spear he'd picked up in the store. "And if you should choose not to be my guide you will die."

Dean hated it, but the thing was right. He needed to stay close if he was going to fix this. "Fine I'll help you," Dean replied then thought about it for a few seconds. "But I want something in return."

Kindoki laughed, "I am already granting you your life what more do you want?"

"The mask," Dean told him. If he was going to save his brother he'd need to be able to switch them back.

"There is nothing you can do to save your brother from this fate. He is but a child in his powers, not strong enough to perform the ritual to steal the soul of another and inhabit their body." Dean was suddenly released from his bonds and the mask was handed to him. "But you may have the mask as a reminder of your lost brother. It is of no consequence to me."

Dean wasn't sure how yet, but he intended to find a way to save his brother and send this thing back where it came from or better yet send it to hell where it belonged.

The front door of the gift shop rattled as someone pulled on them. Dean grabbed his brothers' shirt and pulled him into the darker end of the gift shop as the security guard looked in the windows. "Damn it," he said gathering the gun and duffle bag that Sam had dropped. Putting the mask in the duffle bag he said. "It's time to go."

"Why do you hide?"

"Look Kindyke," Dean said. "There's a lot you don't know so just follow my lead on this."

"It's Kindoki."

"Yeah, whatever," Dean told it. "Come on and stay quiet."

They left out the back of the building and made their way back towards the car. When they reached the Impala Dean tossed the bag in the back seat. "Get in," he told Kindoki as he opened the door and got in the drivers side.

Kindoki stood outside the car looking stupidly for a way to open the door.

"Come on!" Dean shouted. "We need to shag ass."

"What is this?" Kindoki asked through the window.

"It's my car, now get in!" Dean practically shouted at him.

"How?"

Frustrated Dean reached over, opened the door and grumbled, "Get in the car you idiot!"

Kindoki got awkwardly in the car attempting to stretch his legs out and get comfortable. "I don't seem to fit properly," he said looking at Dean.

"Yes you do," Dean said angrily. "Sam fit, so you will too. Now shut the hell up and let me drive."

"You seem to be angry," Kindoki said. "You will need to learn to control your anger if you are to be my guide."

Dean looked at the thing without comment, reached over, turned on the radio and put in his favorite Metallica tape. He turned up the music and drowned out any further comments from the bastard that had stolen his brother's body. There was a way to switch them back. There had to be.

A/N Seems like it's taking longer and longer to get these chapters done… Hope you enjoyed this one. Thanks for taking the time to read and please review!