Chapter Five – A Family Member Lost

Alana opened her eyes and suddenly sat up. She looked about the darkened room and realized that she was alone in a strange town in a room not her own. What the heck had she gotten herself into?

"Hello?" she called out, standing up and walking about the small room.

She tried the door and found it locked, she began to panic. She ran to her bag and opened it, her gun was missing. Shit.

"Hello? Anyone out there?"

She shook her head, how stupid could she be? This man could be some damn demon for all she knew and she let her guard down. Damn. Damn. Damn.

The door opened and Derek entered the room, he smiled to her. "I see you're better. I called the sheriff and he tracked down your family. They're on their way here now."

She tried to push pass him but he pinned her up against the wall, "What's wrong Alana? Scared?"

She tried to knee him but he was too damn quick for her. Instead she fell to the floor, further away from the door.

"Who the hell are you?"

"As I said my dear, Derek."

She snorted, "Bull. What the hell do you want from me?"

He leant against the door frame and smiled, "I want you."

She looked at him flabbergasted, "What? Are you kidding me?"

He shook his head, "No, I'm not. I didn't tell you that you also look like my dead fiancée. Surprise."

She laughed, "Yeah ok, in your dreams Derek! You're like my brother; there is no way in hell I would ever be WITH you!"

He stepped up to her and slapped her hard across the face, "You better get use to the idea. Your family can die still if you don't corporate."

"Go to HELL!"

He grabbed her roughly by the arms, yanking her to her feet and slamming his lips onto hers. She struggled to break free but it was no use. She bit his lip instead, drawing blood. He pulled away, a cocky, satisfied look on his face.

"Bitch!" he roared.

"Hey you kissed me dickshit, now it's my turn!" she yelled and punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

She jumped over him and ran out the door and into the library. She got to the doors only to find them locked. But she knew what she needed to do to escape and grabbed a very heavy, very metal statue and threw it through the glass door, shattering it. She ducked between the shard glass and took off down the street. By the time she reached the park a few blocks later, that she realized her bags were back in his hands.

"Shit." she muttered. "I'm unarmed. Shit!"

She went to turn and collided with someone. She braced herself for another attack when she realized it was Sam.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't like it here."

"Take a number sis. There's some strange shit happening here."

"I know." she said, standing to her feet and colliding into his arms, weeping. "There was this guy Derek that looked like Dean and…and...And HE KISSED ME! EW!"

Sam couldn't help but grin for a second then realized that this was trouble. "He looked exactly like Dean? Maybe a Skinwalker?"

She shook her head, "No, the Skinwalker is with us Sam, that's not Dean that came with us on this trip."

He looked at her, "What?"

She took a deep breath, "I went to the lake and saw Dean but when he turned my way I realized it wasn't our brother. He had blond hair and a long jagged scar on his abdomen. I know that Dean doesn't have a scar like that."

Sam nodded, "We have to get out of here. Something is wrong."

"Of course there's something wrong, it's why I brought you two here."

They turned to their father.

"Dad?" Alana said.

"I'm not John, I'm sorry to say. While you we're sleeping one night, we took their places but you awoke too suddenly. My daughter is waiting for you."

Alana looked up to Sam, his hazel eyes suddenly appearing blue.

"Who are you?" she said and backed away.

Sam smiled, "I'm Christopher and this is my father Caleb."

"No, no, no." she said, shaking her head, "I'm dreaming. That's it, I'm dreaming."

Christopher grabbed her wrist lightly, "You're not my dear. I'm sorry this happened. We didn't want to harm you but Cassie is quite eager to join us."

"Join you how?"

Caleb laughed, "Well that my dear is a secret. You can't know everything."

Alana dug her nails into Christopher's fingers and he let her go. "Stop. Stop. Stop." she whispered, closing her eyes and easing the pain in her head, "STOP!" she screamed and collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from her head wound.

Christopher picked her up; she was out like a light. Soon Cassie would join them and they would be a family once more.

Sam and Dean awoke to darkness, they had found themselves lock in a room with no window. Sam was on edge, something was wrong. He grabbed his head as images came flooding to him, Alana in trouble and hurt.

"Sam?" Dean said, "Are you alright?"

"No." he said, "They have Alana."

"Who has her?"

He shook his head, the pressure in his skull so intense, "People that look like us. She thought I was with her but it was someone else. We have to help her Dean."

Dean sat back, "We can't get out Sammy. We're trapped, remember?"

Sam got to his feet and began pushing himself against the door trying to make it budge. "I'm not going to sit here while she dies."

Dean looked up to him sharply, "Die? What do you mean die?"

"They're going to kill her."

Dean got to his feet and began kicking at the door. It inched bit by bit and when they both kicked, the door came shattering open.

"Let's go." Dean said, silently walking through the cluttered hallway.

Sam followed his brother through the darkness and climbed some stairs, but was stopped when Dean held his hand up. Voices could be heard, chanting in some unknown language.

"Damn, their Satanists." he muttered.

Sam shrugged, "What can we do?"

Dean grinned, picking up a piece of wood, "We bash their damn heads in, is what dear Sammy."

Sam sighed, "I'm right behind you."

Dean opened the door slowly, trying to keep it from making any type of noise and entered the room. It was lit with black candles and Sam kept his visions at a distance. Alana was in that room, she was bleeding to death.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"They have her. She's dying."

"Son of a bitch." he said and kicked the door open, "Already bitched, it's time to die." he yelled, slamming his piece of wood into heads of people trying to escape.

Sam knocked many of them down with his telekinesis, trying to knock them out for awhile.

Sam grimaced when he saw his sister and threw a bench into a man that went towards her, sending him flying across the room. Sam kneeled by his sister and pulled the ropes from around her wrists. Her face was bloodied and she was hurt.

"Alana?"

"Kill them Sam. Kill them all." she whispered.

She closed her eyes and her head dropped to one side as Sam searched for a pulse. There was none.

"NO!" he howled and glass began to shatter in every single window. Benches and chairs exploded, tearing people down. Dean was tossed to the ground as Sam howled even more, painfully.

Walls began to shake, the roof began to crumble and Sam finally let his gifts over come him with his grief.

"Sam!" Dean yelled, "We have to go or we're going to die."

Sam's body tensed, power flooding out from him, only to stop abruptly and calm. He looked to Dean with solemn eyes. "She's dead Dean. I couldn't save her."

Tears formed in Dean's eyes, "We'll bury her Sam, and she'll be with mom now."

Sam nodded, lifting her lifeless body into his arms and walking to the door, looking back to his brother. "I lost too many people I love Dean. I don't know if I can do this again."

Dean nodded, " I know Sam, I know." and they left the building, walking away as it collapsed amongst those responsible for their sister's death.