Gimme, Gimme, Gimme a Winchester after Midnight. . .because I don't own one right now.

.~o()o~.

Sam was just plain uncomfortable. There was very little give in the ropes and the cuts on his chest burned like fury. He was spread out so far it was hard to breathe, much less fight his way free. The ropes on his wrists now ran freely with blood, but he was no closer to finding his way out.

Bo had not spoken a word since Boss had put the moose around his neck, but Sam admired his determination. He had somehow managed to clamber up onto the chair, broken leg notwithstanding. His legs trembled and shook, but he did not make a sound. For the first time, Sam was grateful they could not pass out. It would give them more time.

He begged Dean silently to hurry, not for the first time. Bo was now pushing himself up on the ball of his foot as the noose drew tighter and tighter. He was gasping slightly and his fingernails were starting to turn bluish.

Sam watched as Bo stretched up onto his toes, unable to fight the upward pull. Finally, his toe lost contact with the chair and, scrabbling for some sort of purchase as his full weight came onto his neck, Bo began to swing.

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A man stood outside the barn. At any other time, Dean would have laughed at the short, fat man with the look of malice on his face, but he could not laugh at the bastard who had taken his brother.

"We have to be fast," Dean yelled to Luke as they drew closer to the barnyard. "Reach into the backseat and grab the big bag of salt. I will douse him in holy water and you pour a circle of salt around him. We can exorcize him once we have Bo and Sam back but right now, I don't want to take any chances. I trust my gut when it comes to Sam and I know we are running out of time. I will go in first, give me 15 seconds and follow me in."

Luke nodded and Dean cranked the wheel hard and brought the Impala to a stop in a huge cloud of dust. He was out of the car in a blink and had tossed nearly a gallon of holy water over Boss before the dust had a chance to settle.

Boss screamed and wailed as he sizzled. Luke was pouring the salt as fast as he could as Boss tried frantically to claw off the burning liquid.

Dean was through the door almost instantly. His blood ran cold at the sight that met him and he froze for a moment in indecision, wondering who to save first. Bo was cyanotic, his struggles were growing weaker and his eyes were rolling back into his head, but his big brother instinct was screaming, " SAVE SAM FIRST!"

Sam saw him pause and yelled hoarsely to him. "Dean, if you cut him down first, I'm dead."

It only took a glance to see that Sam was right and he lunged into action, knowing every second counted for Bo. He cut through the bonds on Sam's right side as Luke rushed into the barn. He saw his cousin hanging and ran to him.

"BO!" he cried.

"Wait!" Dean shouted as he began to work on the rope that fastened Sam's left arm to the platform, but Luke was past waiting. He leapt on the chair and slashed through the rope that held his cousin in the air Dean saw the basin of water begin to fall and knew he was out of time. Sam's leg was still tied and the rope was too thick to cut through it in time.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, communicating in the blink of an eye. Sam reached across his own chest with his right hand. Dean grasped it and pulled Sam over and off, left leg still tied, as the basin landed on the platform and brought it crashing down in a cascade of water. For a moment, Dean thought they had escaped unscathed, then Sam screamed, one of the spears thrust through his left thigh.

Bo lay still on the ground. Luke had removed the noose, but he still struggled to draw breath through his swollen throat. Waves of water were still floating through the door.

Sam gritted his teeth and looked up at his brother. "Let's get out of here," he whispered.

"First things first," Dean said. "I have a nasty son of a bitch to exorcize."

"Looking for me?" A voice called from the doorway. Boss Hogg stood there threateningly, Rosco behind him. "Salt's water soluble. The flood set me free."

Dean reached for his last bottle of holy water, but he wasn't quick enough. He and Luke were flung to opposite ends of the barn and pinned to the rotting walls.

"You were so close, but I can still finish my ritual. Sam just needs to finish bleeding out." With a cruel twist of his hand, he pulled the spear from Sam's leg and blood began pouring out.

Sam screamed once, but immediately weakened from the rapid blood loss.

"Sammy. NO! Don't give up!" Dean yelled.

From the floor, Bo moved his head and his eyes fluttered open. "Luke?" he rasped through his swollen throat.

"No!" Boss shouted. "You can't wake up yet." He transferred his attention to Bo and Bo started to gasp as if from some invisible force and for one crucial moment, his attention was not on Sam.

He saw his opportunity in the form of the bottle of holy water Dean had dropped earlier. He lunged for it and splashed it all over Boss and Rosco. They screamed in agony and both Luke and Dean dropped to the ground.

Dean had to fight the urge to run to his brother with everything in him, but he knew Boss could only be distracted for so long. He stood, reciting Latin from memory, Sam weakly reciting it alongside him.

Boss and Rosco opened their mouths and vomited forth a black cloud before they both dropped to their knees and, for the first time in a long time, there was quiet.

Bo was awake, his head cradled in Luke's lap. His grin, albeit pain filled was genuine in relief that it was over.

Dean knelt at Sam's side, hands drenched in blood, trying frantically to stem the flow from his thigh wound.

"Call an ambulance!" he yelled to Luke. Sam sucked in a frantic breath, trying to dispel the agony. He held it for a long moment, then exhaled, relaxing completely, his chest not rising again. Dean couldn't find a heartbeat.

"Damn it Sam, don't you dare do this to me." Dean yelled, waiting for a breath that didn't come.

"SAMMY!"

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