Chapter 9 - Setting A Trap

Sam and Joe were up at dawn, preparing to convert Dean back to their side. Sam didn't have a clue what to do, so he just sat back and observed his uncle, who had been mixing certain ingredients with each other, and making a drink out of it.

'I haven't tried this before,' his uncle said. 'But all he needs is a is a big mouthful and he'll be back to normal.'

'I've never heard of this before,' said Sam. 'It's definitely a new one…but one question. How are we supposed to make him swallow it?'

'C'mon Dean…one swallow and we'll leave!' complained Sam.

They had Dean's arms chained above him to the ceiling, with Joe in front of him holding the drink, and Sam behind him trying to pry his mouth open. Dean had clamped his mouth firmly shut the second they had walked in, and wasn't about to give in. With a frustrated sigh Joe reached forward and pinched Dean's nose shut, cutting off all air sources.

Dean struggled slightly, but didn't give in, before his face slowly went blue, and his lips parted slightly for air. Sam took the chance, and in a flash, had Dean's mouth open. Joe released Dean's nose and poured a large quantity of the drink into Dean's mouth, and as Sam released his grip, Joe covered Dean's mouth with his hand so it wouldn't be spat out again.

'Swallow,' he ordered. 'Your not getting out of this one.'

Dean's black eyes pierced into his uncles, and Joe never even blinked. As Sam reached over to block his nose, he screwed up his face, and swallowed.

'Thankyou,' sighed Sam. He reached up to release Dean.

'No Sam, not yet,' ordered his uncle. 'It hasn't worked yet…we can't let him go until we're sure.'

Some miles away, back at Katie's place as she slept, a purple mist slipped out of her mouth, and sailed away through the air, looking for it's owner. It slowly descended, and slipped its way underneath Joe's garage door.

'It's me, it's really Dean' said Dean, his eyes flashing. 'I love Sam; I don't want to kill him. Ok? It's me…so you can release me now.'

Joe and Sam watched skeptically as evil Dean continued to try convince them he wasn't evil.

'JUST LET ME GO YOU STUPID SON OF A-OOF!'

A purple mist sprung forward and forced its way into his throat. Joe and Sam looked forward expectantly as Dean closed his eyes, and shook his head. When he looked up, his eyes were clear.

'Dean?' Sam asked hopefully.

'Who else would I fucking be?' exclaimed Dean. 'What do you think your doing? Let me go now! I can't believe you Sam.'

'That's Dean,' said Sam to his uncle, moving forward and unchaining his brother.

'Whoa whoa...Uncle Joe?'

'You don't remember anything Dean?' asked his uncle.

'No…not really. The last thing I remember was going to sleep…' He looked at his leg. 'And I most definitely had a cast on that leg.'

'You can tell him,' said Sam, heading inside.

'Hey Sam! I'm starving! Get me some chow!'

Sam lazed around upstairs while Dean and his uncle talked. In his mind, he was trying to form a plan, but it just wasn't coming to him. He glanced up as Dean and Joe wandered into the room.

'Dude,' said Dean sadly. 'I'm sorry. I can't believe I did all those things.'

'Dean…you couldn't help it,' replied Sam, dismissing him.

'But...'

'I thought you didn't like chick flick moments Dean?'

Dean shut his mouth.

'We need a plan,' said Sam in frustration.

Dean's eyes lit up.

'Well…Katie won't know I'm back to normal, will she?' said Dean with a wicked smile. 'So what if I go back…with Sam…and pretend I'm still on her side. Then, when she least expects it, BAM!'

Sam just looked at his brother.

'What?' said Dean. 'It's an awesome plan.'

'You know Sam…Dean may be onto something here.'

'Yeah? Well how is he supposed to hide the fact that his eyes are normal? Did you think that far ahead?'

'I've got it covered,' said Joe. 'Black contact lenses…they're only weak ones so they won't hurt your eyes.'

'So…I would take Sam there as a hostage, to show my commitment to her, and then we get her and perform an exorcism?'

'Something like that.'

'Wait, wait! Hostage? Do I get a say in this?' Sam looked at them, bewildered.

'No,' they replied at the same time.

'And what if something goes wrong?' exclaimed Sam. 'Then I'm in there…and there won't be any getting out this time.'

'Oh c'mon Sam, as if I'd let that happen,' scoffed Dean. 'And you'll have means of escape on you…a knife…handcuff key…whatever.'

Sam looked between his brother and uncle.

'Your joking…right?'

They just stared at him.

'Fine…whatever.'

'Now listen to me, this is extremely important. I read up last night on how life can just be sucked out like it was Dean…and it's because she kissed you. So under no circumstances are you to kiss her! It could jeopardize the whole operation. And I won't be there to help. Think you can cope?

'Yes sir!'

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Dean pulled up with a loud honk of the horn outside Katie's place. He saw her peeking out at him, and he made a show of dragging a handcuffed Sam from the car.

'Dude…your eyes are freaking me out,' whispered Sam.

'Get over it Sam; you know that they're just contacts,' replied Dean, shoving him forward roughly.

'Do you have to do it so hard?'

'Gotta make it look real.'

Gun in hand, Dean prodded Sam right up to the front door, where Katie was waiting, a large grin on her face.

'Welcome back baby,' she said sweetly, draping her arms around Dean's neck and checking his eyes. 'I thought you'd left me.'

She leaned in for a kiss.

'Oh for crying out loud,' exclaimed Sam. 'Is that all demons think about these days?'

Katie withdrew, the grin fading, and slapped Sam across the face.

'You are in no position to be talking,' she said. 'AARON! GET HERE!'

One of the men she had converted was immediately beside her. Sam threw a nervous glance at Dean; they're hadn't been others before.

'Take him to the basement,' she ordered. 'Secure him. I'll be down later…'

As Aaron dragged him away, Sam shot a menacing glare at Dean.

'Your so dead brother!'

'Hah. Sure,' said Dean, sounding uncertain. God he hoped Sam would be ok.