I am so sorry all you readers out there! It's been so long since my last update and I want to apologize to each and every one of you for (hopefully) not giving up on my story. I've been so busy with school and work and everything that this became last priority, but I've got a couple days before my next exam….

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Anywho. NEW CHAPTER! YAYAY

Ndw Episode soon too! Double YAYAYAYAY

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Recap

Sam woke in complete darkness, letting his eyes adjust to the lack of light; he realized that he was tied down. Next to him, Jordon sat, also tied to a chair, unmoving.

He was in pain, his arms felt as though they were on fire and the throbbing in his head was in sync with his heartbeat.

The room his was sitting in smelt of incense candles and mold, he had no idea where he was but he could only hope that his brother and father were on their way. Hearing footsteps, Sam attempted to look in the general direction in which he thought they were coming from. A bright light then pierced his shaded eyes.

"Well, you're finally awake." Carl's deep voice boomed through the room. "Now we can begin the fun."

Chapter 7- Foiled Plans

Sam sat uncomfortably in the middle of the room, his head throbbing in time with the beat of his heart. To his side, Jordan too, was tied to a ratty old chair to which Sam could only conclude was from the shed in the back yard. Carl was pacing around him with a gleeful look in his eyes; beads of sweat gathering on his temples as the dim candle light glowed, tinting him orange.

Sam was nervous, being how he was raise that he knew that he was going to be sacrificed, he could tell by the candles and the dark alter, he assumed, that he could make out through he peripheral vision. He just prayed that Jordan didn't come to just yet and cause more problems. Her screaming would only madden Carl more than he already was.

Sam looked up to Carl from his sitting position, "What are you planning to do with us?" Sam's mind began to wander, trying to formulate an escape plan for Jordan and himself.

"Lots." Was Carl's curt reply, and he began fiddling around the alter, mumbling things that Sam couldn't make out.

Waste time! Sam thought to himself, You told Dean to get you before tonight so he will, just get Carl to explain what the hell he is planning on doing and you've got more time. "Can you, I don't know, maybe explain some more? I mean, I'm not stupid and I've ahh… realized that my situation isn't looking to good, can't you just give me a reason to why?"

Carl stopped and turned towards where Sam was tied, "You want to know why?" he stated, walking around the chair so that he could properly look Sam in the eyes, "I'll tell you why. My precious son was taken from me 4 years ago; he was my life, my soul. I didn't know myself after his death and my wife; she went on to pretend that nothing ever happened. That our son never existed! I fell into depression, my life was nothing without Christopher and Pauline, and I couldn't turn to her! She was worthless! So I began reading these articles online about a so-called crossroads demons you can sell your soul for something in return, did you know that? So, I found a crossroads and did everything from identification to dirt, everything! And the bitch wouldn't bring my son back to me, said I waited to long. But she said she knew of something else that could bring him back, as long as I brought him back with Majsarvu. She said I would need to use a sacrifice, that's were you and Jordan come in, Sammy, I'll sacrifice Jordan to let Majsarvu rise, then you to bring back my baby boy." Tears glistened in Carl's eyes as he told his tale.

"Four years I have been watching and waiting for the right two to bring back my son, I couldn't just steal one of the local kids, they'd recognize me and I'd be busted, so I waited and waited and then Jordan's mom was brought up on abuse charges. I thought this was my perfect chance, she could be mine but then her case won. I couldn't have that, I summoned Majsarvu saying that if he rid me of Jordan's mother I would bring him back as well. So Jordan's mom was out of the way, and I had Jordan but I needed one more. So it was another waiting game, until you came along. You know I've been watching you for some time Sammy, I don't know what your father does or what you guys get into but the bruises you constantly had on your body were to hard to pass up. One night when your brother and father were away I sneaked into the crappy motel room you were staying at and poisoned your drink, so that in the morning you'd feel like shit.Then next morning when you where heading to school you passed out and I pulled you off to the side hidden behind the bushed, smacked you hard on the head then roughed you around a little bit so that you wouldn't remember what happened when you came too. Then I put you back by the road. Someone finally found you and you landed in the hospital and your father up for trial. Perfection! I have my two sacrifices, one full moon and I get my son back once and for all."

Sam tried to process this when a pressing issue came up, "What about your wife, what's she going to think when you and your dead son walk into the house."

"I don't know, and I don't care, that thing in my house hasn't been my wife in years. I hope the shock kills her, if not, I will."

Sam sat there shocked as Carl rose from his seat and began whispering something in a foreign language. Sam knew he was in trouble, the sun was beginning to set and that meant Carl was beginning to summon the demon.

That when he heard the noise outside the window.

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Dean and John had crept to the house through the neighboring yards and hedges, making their way silently to where Sam was being held.

Upon coming to the house, John signal Dean to stay alert and behind him, Looking down the street to make sure there were no cops, the eldest Winchesters walked up to the front door and turned the handle. They found it opened to their surprise. Entering swiftly, music wafted through the air around them, creeping down the hallway, they found a woman, presumably Sam foster mother, in the kitchen baking.

Swinging around to face Dean, John mouthed, 'Go upstairs and see if there is anyone up there. I will watch Stepford here to make sure she doesn't go anywhere."

Dean nodded curtly and was off. Moments later he was back, shaking his head from side to side he mouth 'no one up there, outside?'

It was John's turn to nod this time; pushing his son towards the door they exited the house and made their way to the back. Making their way through the brush they came to the backyard and a small decrepit shed, to which they both instantly knew Sam was inside. Again signaling to Dean, John to the lead and led them to the small dirtied window along the side.

From inside they could hear the booming voice of a man; a moment later they heard a slightly muffled voice of their Sammy. John propped himself up on the windowsill and peered inside, seeing his little boy tied to a chair with a fat man standing in front of him. John could also see a small girl, who appeared unconscious next to Sam. From his point of view John could also see the entrance to the shed. A plan formulating, he dropped back down to Dean silently.

John turned to Dean, trying to block out the word spoken by the booming voice of how he managed to get Sam under his care, and mouthed 'Here's how it goes, I go in the door off to the side, I'll deal with…. That man talking and you get in here' pointing to the window, 'you get Sammy out of there and the little girl that's there too. Take them both to the car and wait. If I am not there in 10 go back to the motel and get out of town. We'll meet at Bobby's in tow days. Got it?"

Dean nodded and John walked around the side of the building. Propping himself on the windowsill, Dean had a front view seat for the actions that followed. He watched Carl walk around his little brother to the dimly lit alter in the back of the shed. Then after retrieving something, came back to Sammy who was looking slightly frightened, that's when Dean noticed the dagger in Carl's hand. Reacting instantly Dean went to wrench the window open when he heard his father's voice, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Dean didn't even bother to look up, wrenched the window open and was inside before anyone had time to blink. Walking around Carl and toward Sammy while John forced Carl to step back, Dean could see the relief rolling off Sam in waves.

Coming up behind Sam, he could hear the faint whisper of 'Dean' issued from his brothers mouth while he untied that knots that held him to the chair. Successfully releasing his brother, he went to get the little girl when he was thrown across the shed.

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Only seconds ago Sam heard the noise outside the shed, when his father deathly cool voice was echoing through the small shed. And then Dean was there, untying him, and he couldn't help the whispered 'Dean' from leaving his body, his relief so great.

But then it was over; Dean was flying across the room as his father was being thrown from the shed with a crack of wood.

"DEAN! DAD!" Sam screamed as he attempted to rid himself of the ropes around his feet so he could stand and aid his family.

"I've work too hard for my plans to be ruined!" Carl screamed, voice cracking in anger.

A fist in the front of Sam's shirt had Sam on his feet in record time. Turning his head away from Carl, Sam screamed "Dean! Help!"

Dean shook his head slightly and rose at hearing the terrified scream from his brother mouth, but before he was able to do anything he was bodily thrown again, outside, where he landed next to his father.

Both rose simultaneously, guns raised and started towards the house when Carl came out the door with Sam held against his chest, a dagger to his throat.

"Don't move a muscle." Carl commanded, tightening his grip on Sam causing him to wince. "Or else."

Dean and John halted, not wanting to get Sam hurt.

"I almost had everything, but you ruined it." Dean and John's guns went flying from their hands, "I almost had this bastard believing that he could bring his dead son back! But you RUINED IT!" Carl screamed eyes turning a solid black. "You ruin my chance to be corporal again Winchester. Took away my last willing shot. Now I take something of yours!"

"SAMMY!!"

A gunshot rang out and then total silence.

John stood there in shock as Carl's body was jolted back by the force of the gun and watched as Sam's body fell limp to the ground. Looking over his shoulder he saw officer Belding with a smoking gun in hand.

Dean didn't wait to see who took the shot, he ran forward and kneeled next to Sam. Taking his little brother in his arms he checked to make sure he was alive, wiping the blood off his neck, Dean noticed that he was only nicked by the knife, probably from the jolt that Carl's body had when hit.

"What the hell?"

Dean knew that voice, looking up from Sam he saw Officer Belding standing there.

"Belding?" Both Dean and John gasp.

"Is someone going to tell my what the fuck is going on?" Belding questioned again.

John didn't reply, rather he turned to his eldest "Dean get the hell away from the thing now!" He yelled the order and jogged over to his fallen gun.

"What the hell are you doing Winchester, put that thing down." Redirecting his gun to point at John, Belding ordered.

"Look, I know that you don't trust me but when that thing gets up, we're going to want my gun rather than yours."

"Thing?"

"Yeah, thing. He's going to be mad when he comes to."

"I hit him with a head shot! There is no coming to from a fucking head shot!"

"Well, when you're a demon, there is."

"A dem-"

Before Belding could finish he heard a loud moan and watched in shock as Carl rose from the ground, bullet hole visible in the middle of his forehead.

"How about I kill you all and this entire fucking town!" The thing pretending to be Carl screamed. "You'll be sorry!"

"Not as much as you'll be for trying to harm my son, you bastard!" Another shot rang out, hitting Carl straight in the chest.

Carl-thing scream in horrible pain, a bright light coming from the bullet hole and black smoke erupted from its mouth.

Then silence.

"Nice shot Dean."

"Thanks dad." Dropping his gun to tend to his brother.

"What the fuck?" Belding's voice questioned. "Why did your bullets do that and not mine?"

"Cause mine are made out of consecrated iron dipped in holy water." John explained, walking towards his sons. Kneeling next to them he said, "Plus, we had someone reciting an exorcism. You can open your eyes now Sammy."

Sam opened his eyes to see Dean and his father staring expectantly down at him, he could also see a puzzled Belding in the background.

"Hey." Sam says quietly.

"Hey back yourself there kiddo." Dean smiled back.

"Will someone tell me what just happened?"

Sam smiled. He was all right; he was back with his family.

FIN

Okay, so there it is after such a long wait! I hope I didn't disappoint! There will most likely be a epilogue because well I left a couple of things out and thing that need to be wrapped up.

Please review. This is the finish of my first and only multi-chapter fan fiction and I need to know whether or not I should attempted another!

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