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Ties that Blind

Chapter 22 – Warehouse Call

Dean parked down the block from the warehouse. He went to the trunk and filled his backpack with the supplies he figured that he would need. He had circled the warehouse before parking and had found the Lexus parked behind the warehouse in an alley. He smiled as he saw another parking ticket sticking out from under the windshield wiper. "So much for staying under the radar you stupid son of a bitch" Dean muttered.

He moved stealthily towards the warehouse. He needed to get a general feel for the layout before he could begin his search. He only hoped that this time he would find his brother. He didn't know if he could take another disappointment. Dean climbed the outside fire escape to the roof of the building. He figured that the demon probably had Sam on one of the lower floors, but having the high ground in a fight had its advantages.

As Dean entered the building, he noticed that the warehouse was definitely not in active use. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere on the old discarded furniture and boxes. The dark atmosphere of the place screamed evil.

Dean continued to move quietly from floor to floor. As he approached the main floor of the building he saw a flickering light at the far end of the massive open room. Using the various crates and boxes, Dean moved quietly stopping as he saw the figure of a man standing before an altar. It was the same type of altar that Megan had used before. "Man what is it with this city and summoning?" Dean thought to himself.

Dean listened to the one sided conversation as the man he assumed was Virgil talked to the chalice.

"Father, he is almost broken. It won't be long now and I will be able to leave this body and take over his." Virgil tilted his head as if listening to something.

"Yes, Father…Yes Father…I will be careful. I promise you that you will have your prize within the next couple of days."

Dean backed out of the room as he saw Virgil blow out the candles. He moved quickly towards a door at the other end of the room. "Gotcha!" Dean thought as he watched Virgil disappear down the stair case. Now all he had to do was figure out a way to trap the demon without putting Sam in any further danger. He knew the stakes were high and that the demon would kill his brother before letting him escape. His father's words coming back to him once again, the secret that had added to his guilt. But he didn't have time to reminisce. He had to start working on a plan before the demon was able to carry out his threat.

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Sam no longer cared what time of day it was, all he could think about was ending his torment. He knew that he couldn't give in to the demon…his father had died saving Dean; he had made the ultimate sacrifice so that his sons could continue his battle. Sam would die before he would let the demon get his powers.

The door of his prison opened and the dreaded footsteps once more headed in his direction. Sam didn't bother to try to sit up or speak. He just waited to see what the demon had in store for him this time.

"I know you are awake Sam, I can feel your fear. I have a special treat for you today Sam. I'm going to give you a peek at what you have condemned your father to by not joining with us. All you have to do is give in and let me guide you. Your father would be released to live a long and health life…I'll even sweeten the pot for you Sam. I'll throw in letting your brother live. What do you say Sammy?" Virgil saw the defiant look in the young man's eyes.

"Fine, have it your way…oh by the way, this may hurt a little." Virgil sat on the floor and closed his eyes. A black mist flowed from Virgil's body and moved to encase Sam. Sam jerked as he felt the first stab of pain. Then he screamed as the pain became blinding. His eyes rolled back in his head as he lost consciousness.

A moment later Sam found himself surrounded by darkness. Not just normal darkness, but complete and utter blackness that smelled of the evil that flowed through it. Sam recoiled from it, knowing instinctively that he didn't want to be here. But he couldn't move. He watched as a form slowly approached him through the darkness.

As the form came closer, he recognized the figure as his father. "Dad…Dad…I'm here, can you see me!" Sam cried as the figure continued to move towards him.

John Winchester's body moved with a jerking motion towards Sam. It was almost as if part of the man was fighting to stop, but something was forcing him to move forward against his will. Sam saw the tears running down his father's cheeks and could see the pain reflected in his eyes.

"Dad?" Sam asked fearfully as his father continued to approach him.

John Winchester stopped directly in front of his son. "Why Sam…why did you do this to me?"

Sam stepped back, "Dad…I didn't do anything…"

"That's right Sam; you didn't do what had to be done so I had to do it. I had to make the trade to save your brother's life." John fell to his knees and grabbed his head, a silent scream forming on his lips.

Sam ran towards his father and tried to touch him. "Stay away from me Sam…you can't help me anymore…I belong….I belong…I serve." John once again grabbed his head, pulling at his hair as if he could pull the pain from his body and mind. But suddenly he relaxed and stood. In a calm voice he spoke once more to Sam.

Sam shuddered as he watched his father's eyes change to the yellow eyes of the demon. "You bastard, let my father go!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that Sam…I'm enjoying making your father follow my every wish. Besides, it's kind of ironic isn't it…all these years he spent trying to find me and now he can spend the rest of eternity at my beck and call."

Sam lunged at the demon, but felt himself thrown backwards with enough force to make him gasp. "You have no power here Sammy…but I'll tell you what, you let my son move in and take up residence in your body…let him guide you and I will let your father go. It's a fair trade…your soul for his."

Sam felt the tears rolling down his face. Once again he was being given a choice, when he knew that it was a choice he could never make. It wasn't just his life that would be affected…he sensed that the demon wasn't telling him something…something that was probably important.

"Please Sammy…you have to make the deal…I made it for Dean, why can't you do the same?" John's voice cried.

Sam swallowed and slowly turned his back. "I'm sorry Dad…I'm so sorry!" Sam could feel the demon pushing to gain entrance into his mind. But Sam once again concentrated and reinforced the walls in his mind. "I won't let the demon have my or my abilities….do you hear me you bastard. Now get out of my mind!" Sam screamed pushing with all his might.

The black mist flowed back into Virgil's body. A moment later, the dark eyes of the demon stared at the young man lying on the floor in front of him. For the first time, he felt fear. He had felt the boy's power and now understood the threat. He also understood that he may have been too quick to assure his father that he could possess and control Sam. "I will win Sam…either you let me control you or you die…either way our side wins!"

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Dean had followed the demon through the doorway and found himself going down some stairs into the basement of the warehouse. He shivered as he felt the cold damp air surround him. Moving quietly, he approached a closed door at the end of the hall. He could hear the demon talking to Sam; he heard his brother scream and then silence. It took everything in him not to break down the door, but to quietly open it and peer inside.

Dean was horrified when he saw the black mist surrounding the still from of his brother. Looking around the room, Dean realized that the demon was distracted trying to possess his brother. He used the demon's distraction to quietly enter the room and hide in the corner behind a group of boxes. A short time later, he watched as the black mist returned to Virgil's body. Dean almost cried as he realized that his brother had rejected the demon.

Dean held his breath as he watched Virgil leave the room. He waited a few moments and then quickly moved towards the door. Placing his ear against it, he smiled as he heard Virgil climbing the stairs. Not knowing how much time he had. Dean looked around and decided that the best thing to do would be to let the demon re-enter the room, but this time he would be caught.

Dean walked quickly over to Sam and sucked in his breath when he saw the shape his brother was in. His bloody and bruised body was trembling and he could feel the heat coming off Sam's body as he reached to feel for a pulse. He sat back on his heels as he felt the weak pulse of his brother. He had to get Sam out of here and soon. But first he had to get things ready for the demon's return.

Dean used a couple of the boxes to get him to the ceiling where he quickly drew the devils trap on the ceiling. He drew it just inside the door, knowing that the demon would enter and be trapped. He wished that Sam was awake…his brother had memorized the banishment and exorcism rites that would be required to get rid of the demon. But Dean would have to rely on his father's journal.

Pulling the book from his jacket, Dean caressed the beads hanging from the binding. He could almost feel his father's presence. But he knew that was impossible. "Here's hoping I can do this Dad…I wish you were here to back me up."

Dean heard a soft moan from the floor. He quickly moved over to Sam, bringing his back pack with him. He had a first aid kit and supplies packed just in case he needed them.

"Sam?" Dean said softly

Sam's head was splitting open. That could be the only explanation for the pain that was radiating from his skull. He slowly fought his way back to consciousness, gasping at the pain that awareness brought with it. His head snapped up as he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and heard a voice he never thought he would hear again. "Dean?"

"You got it…I'm going to get you out of here Sam." Dean felt his brother's body tremble as Sam reached out with his hands searching for his brother's body. Dean sighed as he moved closer and pulled Sam into his arms. "I've got you Sammy."

"Dean, Oh God…I never thought I'd see you again." Sam felt the tears falling from his eyes as he tried to pull his brother closer to him, afraid that if he let go he would find that it was a product of his fever.

"Looks like you still haven't learned to play well with others huh Sammy?" Dean reached into his pack and pulled out a bottle of water and some pain pills. "Here Sam, I'm going to give you some water and then I need you to take these pain pills. I don't think I'll have time to fix you up before I have to get you out of here, so these should help."

Sam's hands shook so violently that the water was spilling from the bottle. "Here Sam, let me help." Dean placed the bottle to Sam's lips and let some of the fluid drip into Sam's mouth. Sam drank greedily, trying to get more as his thirst took control.

"Slow down Sam, you'll get sick if you drink all of this. Now take these pills and I'll give you a little more." Dean put the pills in Sam's mouth and once again gave him some of the water to drink.

"Ok Sam, what say we get you ready to get out of here?" Dean started to stand when the door flew open, "You're not going anywhere Dean Winchester. I have to thank you for saving me the trouble of coming to get you…Since Sam couldn't be convinced to trade his soul for your Daddy, maybe he'd be willing to trade it for your life…what do you say Sammy?"

TBC

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