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Mullet Rock

Chapter Nine:

Some time later Dean set the book down. He covered his eyes with his hand, sighed and nervously he rubbed his hand down his face. This was going to be dicey and he was going to need some seriously dark supplies to pull it off along with a quiet place to work. This wasn't something he'd be able to do here in the motel room either.

He picked up the local newspaper and searched through the classified section looking for an old warehouse for sale or rent. He called on a few of them gathering as much information about the warehouse district as he could. He had a couple of possible places he could perform the ritual but he'd need to check them out before he decided which one would work best.

Next he pulled the local phone book out of the drawer by the nightstand. With the large Haitian population in the area he was able to find several stores that specialized in the things he'd need. A few phone calls later and he found everything he'd need, prepaid for them using a credit card and had them packaged up so all he'd have to do now was stop by and pick them up.

Dean gathered the mask and all the supplies he was going to need to take with him and put them all in one of their small duffle bags. Then took out a bottle of water spilled out half, crushed up some more sleeping pills and added them to the water. He added the doctored drink to the duffle bag then carried it out to the car.

Entering the hotel room after packing the car he looked at the sleeping form of his brother on the bed. He checked his brothers' pulse and breathing to be sure there was no ill effects from the drugs he'd been pumping into him. "Come on little brother," he said once he was sure his brother was okay. "You're next." He pulled Sam up into a sitting position and lifted his brother onto his shoulders. "Geez Sam when did you get so heavy," he said as he carried him out to the car and set him down in the passenger seat.

Dean climbed into the driver's seat and headed for his first stop. Parking in front of the shop where he'd purchased the items he needed he looked at his brother's form still sleeping in the passenger seat. He reached back into the duffle in the back seat and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and cuffing his brothers' arm to the door handle he said, "Sorry Buddy, but if you wake up I don't want you wondering off on me now do I."

He was in and out of the shop in less then ten minutes. His brother had not stirred while he was inside the store. He put his purchases in the back seat. There were a few things he needed that he could not pick up at the shop. For those items he stopped at a local funeral home and after picking the lock and letting himself inside he searched the place until he found the final and most gruesome items he needed to complete the ritual to call the reaper to him.

Kindoki was beginning to stir when he arrived back at the car and set his grim acquisitions into the back seat. He pulled out the drink he'd prepared earlier and tried to force the creature to drink. This time though Kindoki struggled harder, fighting the process. Dean found himself sitting on his brothers' lap forcing the liquid down his throat.

A black eye and a few bruises later Dean was standing outside the car waiting for drugs to take effect while Kindoki struggled to stay awake. The creature had not used its telekinetic abilities in the car and Dean wondered if that was because the drugs suppressed the ability. Once he was sure Kindoki was back in his drug induced sleep Dean got and in and headed towards the warehouse district to search for a place to work.

The old run down warehouse he'd chosen to use was large enough to pull his car into and had a room he could use to lock Kindoki in until he was needed for the transfer. From the look of place it hadn't been used for several years and even the for sale sign out front was broken and worn.

He found a table in one of the offices and pulled it out to the center of the warehouse floor to use as the alter. Slowly, methodically he began setting out the things he was going to need and prepared the alter for use. He carved the necessary symbols onto the table and covered it with the silk cloth required for the ritual. He set the candles, herbs, crosses and challises in the proper places and pulled out the skull he'd retrieved from the funeral home.

Pulling out the black book he reviewed his work and decided he was just about ready. He lit the candles and the alter only needed one more thing before he could begin the chant that would call the reaper to him. It needed blood, fresh blood. Pulling out the knife he'd brought along for just this reason he held the knife in his right hand and drew it across the palm of his left hand slicing into his skin deep enough to draw the rich dark fluid that dripped down onto the skull.

Wrapping his hand quickly he began the chant that he hoped would save his brother's life and soul.

Wind swirled through the warehouse ruffling Dean's hair and stirring loose papers and leaves on the floor. His eyes widened as a chill swept over him but still he continued the chant. A white misty form swept into the room circling him several times before stopping before him. The ghost like being solidified before him becoming a pretty young woman. She seemed for some reason, to appear familiar to him.

"Dean," she said as she solidified. "What are you doing?"

Memories buried deep suddenly flooded his mind and he realized he knew this reaper. "Tess," he said anger seething just below the surface. This was the reaper that had taken his father instead of him. He'd been ready… he remembered he'd been about to tell her he'd chosen to go with her when the lights in the room had began to flicker. He choked down his anger deciding to use what happened in the past to try and force the reaper to help him. He didn't want to bind her, not if he could help it. But he would, if he had to.

Tess looked at the alter Dean had created shaking her head. "Why?" she asked.

"Because I made a choice," he told her recalling her words from the night his father had died.

"What do you mean?" Tess asked.

"I mean back then… I made a choice. I was ready. I would have gone with you. I should have been the one to die. Like you said, it was my time."

"Dean… I can't bring him back. It's too late for that," she said sadly. "You need to let me go."

"Hm… what did you call this?" he told her coldly. "Oh yeah, stage three… bargaining."

"Look Dean," She said. "You can't keep me here I have a job to do… an important job that needs to be done."

Dean laughed at her. "Your job is done," he told her throwing her own words back at her. "Nothing you can do about it... until I release you. If I release you."

Wind swirled around him and objects began to fly in circles surrounding them. "Release me!" she demanded in anger.

Dean smirked at her, "Oh no, it's not going to be that easy. You owe me and I'm here to collect."

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