Chapter 15 -A Situation

Sam was mulling over how to get out. He definitely didn't want to touch the spikes with his hands…but if he used anything else to protect himself, they would still go straight through to his hands.

'Think of Dean,' his mind screamed at him. He took a deep breath, and turned around carefully so his hands were at the door, and tried to slide his fingers in between the spikes, but no matter where he went, he would always get pricked somehow.

'Dammit Sam…just do it!' he whispered to himself.

And in one go, he pressed his hand onto the spikes, pressed it as hard as he could, until the door swung open. With a loud scream of anguish he stumbled out, the light blinding him, and wrenched his hand off the spikes. Blood dripped furiously down it, and his breathing was going a million miles an hour. He needed something to wrap it in.

Looking around, he spotted Dean's blood stained shirt cut to pieces on the ground, and his heart went cold. There was a lot of blood on it…all the more reason to find his brother. He stepped in between his arms, getting his hands in front of him. Grabbing the cleanest piece of material possible, He wrapped it at best as he could around the holes in his hand, and tied it off with help from his teeth.

He wandered out the door, hands still cuffed, going whatever way instinct told him, and found himself in front of the basement. There weren't many rooms in the house; though he hadn't even known the room he came from had existed, and the basement seemed the most likely suspect. He tried the handle but found it locked.

'Dean?' he called out.

'Sam,' Dean moaned. 'Sam don't try open-'

'Don't worry Dean I'll get you out!' Sam interrupted, not hearing what Dean was saying.

He heaved himself at the door, slamming hard against it, again and again. Inside, Dean braced himself as electricity shot non-stop through him; Sam was hitting the door so quick that the five seconds hadn't passed. Dean screamed in pain, and Sam, who thought he heard something, stopped trying to break it down.

'Dean? You ok?'

'NO!' yelled back Dean as loud as he could. The electricity had made him weak. 'Listen to me! Don't open the door; don't touch the door!'

'Why not?' Sam called back, confused.

'Because every time you touch it, I get electrocuted!'

Sam backed away from the door instantly.

'Oh shit!' he moaned. 'I'm so sorry Dean…oh my god…I'm so sorry!'

'Shut up Sam! Stop being sorry…you didn't know.'

'Listen Dean, I'm going to go find something to pick the door with, and I'll be right back, I promise.'

'Don't worry Sam, I'm not going anywhere,' came Dean's sarcastic reply. Sam just rolled his eyes and jogged down the hall. He was back in no time, a pick in hand, ready to tackle the task. He removed the cuffs quickly, and began with the door.

'Dean,' he said with a sigh. 'You're not gunna like this.'

'What?' came Dean's voice. 'Don't tell me you can't pick it.'

'No…I can pick it. The door's unlocked. The thing is…to get to you, I need to open it.'

There was silence, before 'you think I'm stupid Sam? I know! Just open it and get me the hell outta here.'

Sam bit his lip, not wanting to cause his brother pain, but shoved the door open, and closed it quickly. He looked up at his brother, who was experiencing the electricity, and time seemed to slow. Finally it stopped and Dean was left panting, his head hanging low.

'Dean man, are you ok?' asked Sam, bending down to release Dean's legs.

'I'll…I'll be fine,' Dean replied, still out of breathe.

Sam released his arms and helped him to his feet.

'C'mon man, we need to get out of here,' said Sam, supporting Dean through the door.

They headed quietly down the hallway, and up the stairs that led near the front foyer. As they reached the top step, they both froze.

'Sam…why aren't we moving,' asked Dean.

'I dunno…my bodies just stopped working.'

'Where are you going boys?' asked Katie, appearing in front of them. 'You don't really think you can escape do you?'

She walked up to Sam, and her hands appeared from behind her back, holding a nasty looking metal bar.

'If I recall,' she said, wiping her finger over the dry spots of blood on it, 'your brother was smashed over the head with this very pole earlier today.'

She swung at Sam, and unable to move, he had to brace himself for the hit. And boy did it hurt. The only thing working in his body was his voice, and he let it howl as metal connected with bone, his ribs cracking immediately.

'Come on Sammy, come on Dean, take a swing,' Katie mocked. She threw the bar behind her onto the ground. 'Oh…what a pity. You're a bit frozen at the moment.' She laughed.

'The end is coming for you two…you just don't –'

A metal bar to the head sent her crumpling to the ground, and Sam and Dean found they could move again.

'Thanks…thanks…uncle…Joe,' Sam gasped, clutching where she had hit him. Dean had enough strength to kick Katie in the stomach.

'C'mon boys, let's get you back to the house, and get her back there too. We'll have to perform an exorcism.'

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sorry i didnt update yesterday guys, was absolutly killed with homework. and sadly, ur getting close to catching up with the amount of story i've written...if you get there, updates will not be daily, due to school. but i will not give up on the story. i think your about...5 chaps away...

hope you like :) it just gets better, i promise!

Nikki