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Chapter 13: Revelations

Dean didn't stop running until they reached the Impala, knowing every bit of distance was necessary. Ash was panting, face red with anger.

"How could we just leave her there!" he accused, shouting and obviously not caring about giving away their position. Dean spun to face the younger man.

"You think I wanted to?" he hissed back. "She practically shoved me out that window! Jesus, Ash…"

He trailed off, turning before he hit the kid. Growling and muttering to himself, he grabbed his cell phone and dialled 911.

"Mahone's going to kill her!" Ash pointed out, voice quivering with the mixture of guilt and anger that Dean himself was feeling. The older hunter ignored the younger, walking a small distance away.

The phone clicked and he didn't even wait for the greeting. "There's a disturbance at 113 Alridge Drive… Yeah, Isaac Mahone's house. I can hear screaming. Hurry!"

He snapped the phone shut, rubbing his face as he pocketed it. Then he turned back to Ash.

"They won't kill her," he told Ash logically, keeping his temper reined. "Mahone hadn't so far, there's no way he will now." He hoped he was right, or he would have another woman's life on his hands.

Shoving that thought away, he got into the car, turning on the engine and barely waiting for Ash to close the passenger door before speeding away.

They drove in silence for a moment, before Dean spoke up. "I know where to go next. Holly told me."

Ash gave him a confused look. "I thought she said she didn't know where Mahone was keeping them."

"She didn't. Does now. Mahone's parent's place. I just know it."

Ash looked at him like he was mad. "Okay… And how did you reach this conclusion?"

"Because a few years ago Mahone murdered his parents."

"But they still have a house…" Ash trailed off as realization dawned. "Oh."

Dean smirked triumphantly. "Exactly."

The only problem with the white nothingness he was floating in, Sam decided as he woke slowly, was coming back. That he had to come back, he knew, because he had things he had to do. It was so hard though, leaving that pain-free world of oblivion and coming back to all the aches and pains.

He gave a small groan and he noticed something stop. He didn't know what, but suddenly something was missing. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times to get rid of his blurry vision.

"Sam?"

It was Anya's voice he realized after a moment, and he rolled over towards it, grimacing as his shoulder began throbbing dully. But nothing else seemed to hurt for which he was grateful. In fact, besides his shoulder, he felt surprisingly good.

And that wasn't the only surprising thing he found. Anya wasn't the only other person in the cell.

"Mena?" he rasped, struggling to sit up. Anya put a hand on his shoulder as he did, but he managed by himself. The other woman looked suddenly meek.

"Mena brought us some more food," Anya said quietly. "And she agreed to keep me company."

Sam nodded, running it through in his head. "How long was I out?" he asked, stretching his uninjured shoulder. The sleep seemed to have worked wonders.

"A little over an hour, again," Anya told him, frowning at something. "And I don't think it did you any good."

Sam gave her a look, confused. "Why not? I feel fine. Better than I did, at any rate."

Anya and Mena shared a look. "Really? Cause you look like crap."

Sam shrugged, immediately wishing he hadn't. "Well I feel fine. Don't worry so much."

He really did feel fine. A little tired, and his limbs were a bit heavy, but he felt good. He shook his head, staring at Mena.

"Sorry about before," he told her, realizing she hadn't said anything since he had woken. "I didn't mean to…" Sam trailed off, not really knowing what he had done. That bit of his memory seemed a little hazy. But Mena seemed to take it.

"It's fine," she murmured. "Do you want something to eat?" she asked.

Sam's stomach rolled at the idea, and he grimaced. "No thanks. After the last lot -."

He cut off as she flinched and he realized that the mess he had made still hadn't been cleaned up. He gave it a distasteful glance before looking back at the woman.

"There's no way he'll know it was from eating," he told Mena gentle. "And he won't know you had anything to do with it. The amount of crap he's pulled with me… It should come as no surprise that I was feeling a bit sick."

Mena nodded, relief lighting her eyes. But she got to her feet, ready to leave. Anya stood with her, but Sam decided he would leave it to them. Even watching them rise was making his head spin.

"Where are you going?" Anya asked quietly, trying not to appear insistent. Mena looked away, eyes flitting for a moment before settling on Anya.

"I have to go… If Isaac finds me here…"

She trailed off, eyes flitting again, looking for danger. She put a hand on the door, but never got a chance to push it.

The door swung open and Mena stumbled, turning and gasping with horror as she fell into Mahone. The man didn't move, a vile sneer on his face, as the woman fell before him, landing on her back and elbows.

"Isaac!" she breathed, voice shrill with the tears of terror filling her eyes. Sam struggled to his feet beside Anya, who had gone still with fear for Mena.

"You little bitch!" Mahone hissed. "I should have known I'd find you here! Helping them escape, weren't you?"

Mena shook her head fast, eyes never leaving Mahone, having found the ultimate danger. "No, I swear -." She cut off into a cry as the man leaned down, grabbing her filthy shirt and pulling her to her feet. "Isaac…"

He slapped her once, hard, a sharp sound that rang in Sam's ears. And then Mahone shoved Mena backwards, with as much strength as he could muster, intent on throwing her into the wall.

Sam moved before he knew what he was doing, catching Mena before she hit the wall, and somehow managing to keep his feet. The effort restarted the thumping in his heart, a somewhat painful throb, but he ignored it, easing Mena into Anya's arms as the she offered, a glare directed at their captor. Sam stood back up straight and eyed Mahone, who had gone still with apprehension.

"I can't believe you're even awake, boy," Mahone snapped.

"Neither can I," the demon suddenly spoke up, and Sam noticed it for the first time, standing in the doorway. "You must be stronger than I thought."

Sam didn't get a chance to answer, as Mahone's phone rang, breaking through the tension. The man gave a growl as he answered, snapping his phone open.

"What!" he spat. There was a pause, before Sam began realizing that this phone call wasn't going to end pleasantly. Mahone's face tightened, going pale with anger. His knuckles tightened, nearly crushing the phone. When the conversation ended, the hand holding the phone dropped slowly, muscles quivering with sudden rage.

Sam swallowed as that furious gaze fell on him, Mahone turning gradually as if trying to contain himself.

"That was Landly," Mahone told everyone, never taking his icy eyes from Sam. His voice was a little hoarse, Adam's apple wobbling. "Their friends turned up at my house. Got to my wife… and the little bitch helped them escape." He rubbed his eyes with a trembling hand. "Then the cops showed up… Had to leave quickly, without tidying up. The cops are going to know…"

He trailed off, his anger apparently becoming too much as he dropped his hand and turned blazing eyes on Sam. "It's all your fucking fault," he snarled in a whisper. Then, in a scream, "It's all your fault!"

He lunged, mind blown away by wrath and loathing, fingers reaching for Sam's neck. The hunter scrambled backwards, keeping his feet and putting his hands up to defend, ignoring the tearing feeling in his wounded shoulder. He knocked Mahone's hands aside before laying into the man with a hard roundhouse punch.

The hit did little to faze the man, snapping his head around before he snapped it back, eyes ablaze with a frenzied need to inflict some sort of revenge.

Of course, that did little to faze the hunter within as it took over, pushing pain aside as he defended the rush at him, and letting adrenaline take hold.

He blocked Mahone's wild punches, stepping to the side and lashing out, pushing the man so he ran head first into the wall. With a solid thud accompanying him, Mahone fell to the floor.

He didn't stay there, getting hurriedly to his feet and rushing for Sam again. The hunter took the tackle this time, knowing the space behind him was free. He landed expertly on the hard ground, grunting only slightly, before rolling back, giving Mahone his turn at slamming into the ground.

He followed, landing on the man and pinning him down. Without a thought he punched, hard into Mahone's face and splitting his lip. And again, a little higher, bringing blood gushing from his nose. And again, and again, refusing to stop, letting anger and hate take over. Mahone seemed powerless beneath him.

He didn't hear the demon give a low growl, tapping into its powers again, using its telekinesis to shove the two men apart. Sam flew through the air thudded into the wall, falling to the ground and staying there, groaning as he felt his injuries return to full strength. The demon shook its head, but Sam felt only a rush of triumph as he heard Mahone whimpering somewhere nearby.

Then he felt feet near him, and the next thing he knew, the demon was holding him once more, staring at him, amusement and annoyance doing a merry dance in the eyes of the man it possessed.

"Who are you?" the demon demanded, shaking its head. The movement shook loose the demon's talisman, and Sam got a good look at it. He only just bit back a gasp of realization. "Because you are just full of surprises. I didn't think you'd even be conscious after the way I screwed with…"

It trailed off, before shaking its head again and giving a crooked grin. It turned to Mahone as the man got gingerly to his feet.

"This has gone on too long, Mahone," it told the club owner. Mahone tore his glare from Sam to look at the demon with a little fear. "I want them tomorrow night. If you still haven't got this Dean by then…then I will have to do it myself. And I won't be happy, Mahone."

"He attacked me!" Mahone cried. "When according to you, he should be inches from death!"

Sam winced, looking up from the talisman, as the demon's eyes snapped from slight amusement to fury in a second, even while knowing that the anger wasn't directed at him.

"Don't you dare question me, Mahone!" it spat. "I can still take your life, and go on my merry way."

Mahone snapped back whatever retort he had been about to spit forth, leaning back and going white. He nodded, and the demon turned back to Sam, who grinned in what he hoped was an infuriating way.

"And you," the demon said quietly, leaning in. "I can't wait to find out more about you…"

It trailed off as something seemed to occur to it. Some realization dawned in its eyes, and Sam knew something was wrong. Then it leaned forward, and Sam got the feeling it was sniffing him, just not with its nose. He almost felt the brush against his mind as it delved away at whatever sudden tingle it had received. And then…

"I don't believe it!" it whispered, excitement filling a voice that had once seemed so devoid of human emotion in comparison. "Mahone, you caught me a Winchester!"

Sam's jaw dropped, and he felt his gut follow. His hands ripped the demon's grip from his shirt and he stumbled back, knowing he was in deep shit now. The pure glee in its very being was only the first sign of it, though the most troubling.

The demon took a step forward to match Sam's step back. "Sam Winchester… And here I was thinking you were just some dumb idiot who fell into what he really had no clue about. I had no idea."

Sam remained silent, having no clue what to say. He wasn't about to deny his identity, but… He was just speechless.

"You know him?" Mahone asked, incredulous. Sam realized he was speaking through a broken nose.

The demon shrugged, never taking his eyes from the hunter. "I know of him. And trust me, that's enough."

"You know jack shit about me!" Sam spat, freeing his tongue once more. "And you know what… I know all about you. Or enough… enough to know how to destroy you!"

The demon's eyes changed from excited to coldly calculating in a matter of seconds. Then it turned to Mahone. And then it lashed out.

Sam went flying, crashing into the cell wall with enough force to slam every drop of air from his lungs. He cried out as he landed and darkness rolled in.

Wow, Sam's not having the best time is he. Sorry, I'm pretty sure I pull back a bit from hurting Sam from now on. More tomorrow!