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Ties that Blind

Chapter 15 – Sneak Attack

"Shhh…quiet Sam." Jo whispered as she drew closer to the door, her heart in throat as she reached for her small knife.

Sam could feel the tension in the room. Damn it, he couldn't do anything but sit here and wait. He was helpless and worse yet, if the demon was after him…he was a danger to everyone here.

Jo stood silently by the door waiting, a slow smile spreading across her face as she heard three more knocks sound on the door. But just to be safe, she looked through the peep hole and almost laughed as she saw a pair of green eyes wink at her. "Open up Jo, this crap is heavy!" Dean called through the door.

Jo opened the door and stood back, the knife in her hand forgotten as she stepped back to let Dean into the room. As she turned to close the door she heard a soft laugh behind her. "You think that little pig sticker can stop the likes of me?"

Jo turned and gasped as Dean's eyes turned black as night. "Oh my God, Sam!" Jo screamed as she felt herself thrown against the wall. "When will you humans learn that in the end, we always win. Right Sammy?"

Sam shivered as he realized that Dean had been possessed. Somehow he had to help him, but how?" "You let him go you bastard…you wanted me. Let him go and I'll go with you…please." Sam stood and turned towards the voice.

"No Sam…Dean wouldn't want you to do this…you have to fight." Jo gasped. She tried to remember what she had heard about demons. As she looked around the room, she spotted a flask not far from her on a table. She looked at Sam and realized that she had to somehow let him know what she was planning. Of course, she hoped that the flask contained what she thought it did.

Sam launched himself at his brother, gasping as his hands met his brother's body. Sam felt himself falling on top of Dean, but before they hit the ground Dean had rolled so that he was now on top. "You need to work on your skills Sammy…Dean would really be upset with you…oh yeah, that's right he's still in here, watching his baby brother fail again."

Sam screamed as Dean grabbed his arms and pulled them over his head, pinning him to the ground. "You know, I don't know why my father is so set on getting his hands on you. Personally, I think kids like Clinton hold more promise than you ever could. It would be so easy to just kill you Sam." Dean released Sam's arms and placed his hands around Sam's neck. Sam struggled as Dean slowly squeezed blocking Sam's air supply.

Jo knew she had to act and just hoped that Sam could direct her afterwards. Grabbing her knife from the floor she threw it at Dean's shoulder. As Dean screamed and reached back to grab the knife, Jo rolled and grabbed the flask. Pulling the top off she threw the contents into Dean's face. She winced as she heard Dean scream again, his skin turning red and raw where the holy water hit him.

"Sam, you have to help me…I've put holy water on him, but I don't know the banishing rite…you have to help Sam!" Jo jumped forward and knocked Dean from Sam. She knew that it wouldn't be long before Demon would regain control. "SAM!" Jo shouted.

Sam cleared his throat and concentrated. He had said banishment rites many times and luckily had spent some time memorizing some of them. Hoping that he chose the right one, he began to recite in Latin.

Jo watched as Dean screamed again. "You can't banish me you fool. I have your brother and I'm going to keep him. You have signed his death warrant Sammy boy" The demon struggled to his feet, trying to escape, but Jo doused him with the last of the holy water. Having nothing else, she tackled Dean once more.

Sam ignored the noise around him as he continued the chant. But before he could reach the end, he heard a familiar scream. Jo watched in horror as a black cloud spiraled out of Dean and headed for the window. As Dean finished his scream, he fell soundlessly to the floor. Jo sat back unable to believe what she had just witnessed. She heard a soft sob behind her and turned to see Sam reaching, trying to find his brother.

"Dean, Oh God Dean, I'm so sorry." Sam cried, "Jo, take me to him…please!"

Jo walked over and helped Sam to Dean's side. Dean hadn't moved since the demon had left him. Sam quickly felt for his brother's pulse and sighed with relief when he felt the strong pulse in his neck. "Thank God, he's alive. Jo, can you tell me. How badly is he hurt?"

"I think he'll be ok Sam. I…I stabbed him in the shoulder, but the wound should be shallow. I used my father's knife." Jo ran into the bathroom and came back with a towel. "Hold him up for me Sam, while I check that shoulder of his."

Sam held his brother in his arms. His own pain forgotten as he realized once again how close he had come to losing Dean. He felt Jo gently remove Dean's Jacket and shirt. He smiled…if Dean were awake right now he'd be pissed. He had a feeling that Jo was the last person that Dean would want to take care of him.

"Sam, it doesn't look too bad. I don't think it will even need stitches. The blade didn't go all the way in. Hold on while I get the antiseptic and some bandages." Sam listened as Jo ran to her room, only to return a moment later. After a few moments, he heard Jo sigh with relief.

"I used some butterfly bandages to hold the skin together. Mom will have to check it when she gets here…ahh Sam?" Jo said quietly.

"Yeah Jo?"

"Could we not tell Dean that I…ah…that I stabbed him? I mean, he already thinks I'm a screw up…I just…" Jo sighed.

"Jo, Dean may be stubborn but he only treats you like he does because he doesn't want you to get hurt. Believe me, he'll understand. Besides, if it weren't for your help we'd all be in deep shit right now. You did fine Jo…but"

"I know, I know…I have a lot more to learn. I got it Sam." Jo jumped as she heard a groan coming from Dean.

"Sam?" Dean whispered.

"Yeah Dean…I'm here." Sam smiled as he felt his brother sit up straighter in his arms.

Dean shook his head as if he was trying to clear it; suddenly his eyes grew large as he looked around the room. "Oh God Sammy! I'm so sorry…are you ok man?" Dean turned and saw the bruise marks around Sam's throat…marks that his own hands had put there.

"Dean, you weren't yourself. I'm fine, but do you think we can get off the floor now…my butt is going numb." Sam could feel Dean getting up. A few moments later, he felt Dean's hands helping him back to his feet and guiding him back to the bed.

"Shit, my head is killing me and my shoulder!" Dean looked at Jo and noticed the worried look on her face. "All I have to say is thank God you like to carry a little knife." Dean paused, looking Jo in the eye. "You did good Jo…thanks."

Dean looked over towards his brother and grimaced. He could tell that Sam was in severe pain from the way he was holding his hands. The soft cast on Sam's broken hand was deflated and what bandages were on his burned arms and hands were now gone. All that was left was the raw exposed skin. "Sam, we need to get these burns cleaned up. Jo can you grab the bag of supplies that the hospital sent. Luckily I brought in the inflatable cast we always keep in with me. Looks like we're going to need it."

"Ok Sam, let's get you more comfortable here. I'm going to move you so that you can rest up against the head board." Soon Sam was leaning back against the pillows that Dean had arranged for him. He let his head drop back and almost fell asleep, but he soon woke with a start as Dean began to clean and bandage his arms and hands. Sam tried to keep the groan from his lips, but the pain was too intense.

"I'm sorry bro' but I have to make sure they are clean. I'm almost done, that's it. Jo, can you help me here. I'll hold, you bandage." Sam felt the bandages go on his hands and gritted his teeth. Anything that touched his burned flesh right now hurt. "Ok, I'm going to wait to put the cast on until tomorrow morning Sam…we'll prop your hand with a pillow tonight. That way the burns won't get any more irritated."

"M'kay Dean…whatever you say." Sam felt his head fall back against the headboard again. All he wanted to do was sleep.

"Not yet little brother. We need to change the bandage on your eyes. Remember, when I remove the bandage, you need to keep your eyes closed ok?"

Sam nodded. A few moments later Dean sat back and smiled as he saw his brother begin to nod off again. He knew that Sam had to be exhausted. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Three heads looked towards the door. Dean pulled his gun and headed to the door while Jo pulled her knife. "Who is it?" Dean asked.

"Room Service"

Jo laughed. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I ordered room service while you were out."

Dean grinned as they opened the door and watched the food arrive. Dean turned to the waiter and smiled as he said "Cristo". The waiter looked like Dean had grown two heads, but smiled as Dean wrote the tip on the ticket. "Thank you sir, just leave the tray outside the door when you are finished."

Dean looked at Sam and laughed lightly. "So Jo, who gets to feed Sam…of course, it might be more difficult than usual 'cause I believe he's fallen asleep."

Jo smiled. "That's what brothers are for…I'll leave you to it; I've got a nice hot bubble bath calling my name." Jo headed back to her room.

Dean shook his head as he turned to wake up Sam. "Never picture her as the bubble bath type Sammy…guess you never know."

"You gonna let her use some of your personal stock Dean?" Sam said quietly.

"Damn it Sammy…I swear, you keep pretending to sleep on me and I'm going to.." Dean lightly punched Sam on the shoulder.

"No fair hitting the blind man!" Sam giggled as he tried to move out of Dean's reach.

"Yeah, but who said life was fair Sammy!" Dean laughed landed another slap on Sam's shoulder. Glad that his brother was smiling at least for now.

TBC

Raven524: Ok, so I let Jo redeem herself just a little here. After all, she may be a royal pain, but she's not totally incapable. Off to the next chapter…hope you all are still enjoying the story. Don't forget to drop me a line!