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Chapter 7

"Dispose of him."

"No."

"What?"

"NO!" Joshua fastened his eyes to the demon before him. He pulled a flask of holy water from his jacket pocket and flung it in his face. The demon shrieked in pain as his face sizzled. The holy water quickly lost its power against the demon and the thing before him stood straight, black eyes blazing with fury.

"So, you played me?"

"Damn straight, now I send you back to hell."

"I know there's a demon in you. One of my subordinates. I can take your precarious grip on sanity from you easily. I can even make you kill the whelp while you watch, imprisoned and screaming in your own body." The demon approached Joshua even as the older hunter stepped up to protect Sam from the hell spawn in front of him.

"Adjuro ergo te, omnis immundissime spiritus, omne phantasma, omnis incursio satanae, in nomine, jesu…guhh…" Joshua had begun a powerful exorcism rite against the demon, still keeping his stance in front of unconscious Sam. The demon's eyes flashed red and black as it drew on its powers. Joshua felt himself stumble over words, pain flashing through his head. His chest tightened and his words faltered. The demon inside roared for release, fighting Joshua's control, rebelling against the strength of the charm that rested against his skin over his heart. "NO!" Joshua flicked the flask in his hand again, sending the last of the holy water onto the demon. The demon roared and sent Joshua flying to land against the wall. Joshua slumped to the floor and looked through his haze of pain to see the restraints come off of Sam with a flick of the demon's wrist. Sam sagged, headed for the floor, only for the demon to use it's abilities to pick him up. He hovered in mid air as Joshua pushed himself upright against the wall.

The demon laughed and raised a hand, its abilities lifting Sam higher into the air without touching him. The demon turned his hand slightly and Sam's limp, floating body turned to the same angle. The demon lifted its other hand and began making a fist slowly. Sam's body jerked in mid air and he groaned and began to writhe, blood leaking from his nose and mouth.

"NO, LET HIM GO!"

"You think I won't kill him? I'll rip him to pieces!"

"You won't get the chance." Ruby had come up silently behind the demon. She plunged her blade into the possessed man's back, sending red flashes through him as the demon killing knife once again did its job. The demon screamed, releasing its hold on Sam. He crumpled to the floor to lay in a mangled heap, his dislocated shoulder at an odd angle beneath him. Bobby rushed past the scene with Ruby standing behind the demon, her knife still buried to the hilt in the demon's spine, going to Joshua's side. Dean rushed to Sam's side.

"Josh, you okay, man?"

"No Bobby! Get away from me! There's a demon inside me. It's fightin' for control and I can't stop it! Stop me! Please, kill me Bobby! Get Sam outta here. He's hurt bad. It did something to him. It made me hurt him. GO!"

"Josh…"

"I SAID GO, DAMN IT!" Josh cried out and clutched a hand to his temple. Bobby was forced backwards when Joshua waved a hand. He stood, his eyes going black. "I warned you to get outta dodge while you could, old man. Now I'm gonna have me some fun!" Bobby was pushed, rolling across the floor like a tumble weed as Joshua's possessed body stalked across the room following the same path.

"Josh!" Dean called from where he stood beside Sam's unmoving body. Joshua turned black eyes to Dean and locked gazes with him as he raised the Colt. Dean fired. The bullet hit Joshua high in the shoulder, doing it's mystical job. Red flashes worked their way through Joshua's body, the demon being destroyed within as he slumped to the floor unconscious. Dean dropped to his knees beside Sam once again. Ruby came over and helped Dean straighten out his baby brother's long muscular frame. Bobby picked himself back up off the floor with a groan and went to Joshua's side once again. He felt for a pulse, finding one, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bobby, is he okay?"

"He's alive. Demon's gone."

"Good. Sam needs a hospital." Dean pulled his cell from his pocket and prayed he could get a signal. Ruby stood from Sam's side after brushing his hair out of his bloody, closed eyes.

"I'll take care of the other bodies. The paramedics won't find anything suspicious."

"Don't bother. I can't get a signal."

Bobby checked his phone. "Neither can I."

"We have to get him to a hospital." Dean looked at Ruby. "Can you help me get him outta here without hurting him?"

"I think I've got it covered." She stood and allowed her powers to surface. A warm breeze began to blow through the room as Sam's limp body gently lifted from the floor. Dean moved to open the doors for her and she followed Sam's floating body outside the house to where Dean was waiting at the Impala with the back door open. She eased Sam into the back seat and allowed her telekinesis to deposit him softly on the bench. Dean rushed back inside and helped a grunting Bobby support Joshua and put him in the car. Bobby slid in the passenger seat and held Joshua upright to keep him from slouching into the driver's seat. Ruby looked at Dean. "Get him to the hospital. I'll clean things up here and check in later. Take care of Sam." She turned away and stepped towards the house.

"Ruby." She turned back. "Thanks."

"Go. He needs help." Dean slid into the car and fired the engine. Pulling out onto the highway Dean quickly followed the blue hospital signs into the next town. He pulled up as close to the ER doors as he could and bolted from the car. Two doctors were standing outside drinking coffee. At Dean's scream for help they dropped their cups and one followed Dean back to the car while the other soon came back with two teams and two gurneys. Bobby slid from the car and allowed them to pull Joshua out of the seat and lower him to a gurney. The whisked him away and turned their attention to badly injured Sam.

The doctor turned to Dean. "What's his name?" She asked before turning back to Sam and leaning into the back seat of the car.

"Sam. He's my kid brother."

"Sam, My name is Doctor Jenny Weston. Sam, can you hear me?" She rubbed his sternum briskly, trying to get a deep pain reaction out of him. "How old is he?"

"Twenty four."

"Okay people let's get him inside now." The two orderlies pulled the gurney close and lifted Sam gently out onto the soft surface. The doctor stepped in and opened Sam's bloody eyes. She touched her stethoscope to Sam's chest and listened. A grim look crossed her face briefly. "Let's move." They took him away with Dean and Bobby following closely. They soon arrived at the red doors to the ER and Sam was pushed inside. Dean went to follow but a tiny woman stopped him with a hand to his chest. Dean looked over her head and followed Sam down the corridor beyond the doors with true fear in his green eyes.

He pushed forward again to be stopped by the nurse. "I'm sorry, you can't go in there. Let them save his life. Doctor Weston is one of the best. She'll come to you soon."

Dean turned from the nurse and the door only when he could no longer see Sam. Bobby came up to him and gripped his shoulder. "They're gonna take care of him. Both of them. All we can do is wait. C'mon. Let's sit down." Bobby pulled him away and the nurse walked back to her station. Dean sat in one of the hard plastic chairs, his eyes never leaving those red doors. His left leg bounced nervously as he sat staring unflinchingly, the red of the doors giving way to the red of Sam's blood smeared over stainless steel.

If you want him come find him. We're having fun with our leader. Dean's eyes blurred and new images came to mind. Sam, slumping to his knees, blood on his back as he fell forward into Dean's arms. Sam, with the blackest eyes he'd ever seen. Ruby as she touched a crystal to Sam's chest and he screamed. Sam falling to the ground, barely breathing. Sam being held in mid air, bleeding from the nose and looking like a broken doll as he hit the wood floor hard.

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Dean stood from the chair beside Bobby and scrubbed a hand over his face and through his spiky golden brown hair. They had been there for two hours now, waiting for word on Sam and Joshua. Dean felt like he was going mad. He began pacing across the room and leaned his head against the wall. He had the desire to put more force behind the gentle thump and put an end to the images that kept coming to him. He quashed that urge as he heard the soft whoosh of the red ER doors as they opened. Two doctors stepped through. He rushed back to Bobby as the older hunter stood. One of the doctors was Sam's. Dean recognized her face beneath its surgical cap. Her scrubs were soaked with blood. Sam's blood. Dean felt sick.

"Doc, my brother?"

The doctor looked from Dean to Bobby and back. Dean took her silence as meaning she thought she shouldn't say anything in front of Bobby. "It's okay, he's our Uncle. How's Sammy?"

Doctor Jenny Weston looked over the worried young man that stood a couple inches taller than her. She knew he was used to the truth from the no nonsense way he carried himself. It was something doctors picked up on quickly when dealing with family members in cases like this one. She turned to the nurse at the station and got her attention. "Show these two to my office." She turned back to Dean and looked him in the eyes. "We need to talk about Sam in private."

"Wait. How bad is he?" She looked at him and then dropped her eyes to her scrubs. "Give me ten minutes. I'll come to you in my office. Doctor Davis will fill you in on your friend too."

Dean and Bobby were shown into the office to wait for the doc. Dean couldn't stop pacing, biting his nails nervously. Ten minutes passed slowly and just as Dean was about to fly off the handle the doctors came into the room. Dr. Davis was the first to speak.

"We removed a bullet from the older man's shoulder. There was minimal damage and he'll be fine although he was showing signs of stress. We're giving him a transfusion and monitoring him carefully. You can see him anytime and he should be released in a couple days."

"Good." Dean said before the other doctor left them alone with Dr. Weston. The door to the office closed and Jenny leaned forward and propped her lab coat clad arms on her desk.

"What the hell happened to that boy?"

"Why?"

"Injuries like that, I should call the police. I've never seen someone so severely beaten. Something tells me not to go with my gut though. So you can either be straight with me from this point on or I get the cops."

"Sam was kidnapped yesterday. They beat him and tied him up. It's someone we've had problems with before. They took off after hurting him and left us to find him like this. Please, the cops'll never be able to help. Just tell me my brother's gonna be okay?"

"I can't."

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