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Secrets
Chapter 15 – Secret Weapon
Dean jumped as his phone rang. He had been through Trisha's condo and still hadn't found a trace of where she might be with Sam. From the looks of things though, she hadn't been home the night before. "Missouri, tell me you have something for me."
"Dean honey, I know how you can beat this, but I'm not sure that I can give you what you need."
"What is it Missouri?" Dean sat down on the sofa holding his breath
"Well, I have a friend who has the ability to use mind control…I called her and she said that if you had someone else who had the ability to use mind control, they would cancel each other out. She can't be mind controlled by another psychic nor can she use her abilities on some one else who has that ability."
"That's great news Missouri…so she could cancel out any commands that Trisha gave me right?"
"Yes Dean, but there's a problem." Missouri hesitated. "She's overseas right now doing a lecture on that subject in London."
"And you don't know anyone else right?" Dean's voice reflected his frustration.
"I'm sorry hun, but it was the only thing I know of that will stop what this woman can do to you. I'm on my way to you right now; I should be there in a couple of hours. Maybe the two of us can put our heads together and come up with something else."
Dean shook his head. "Thanks Missouri, maybe you can help me figure out where this woman is keeping Sam…I've come up empty. He's been with her for over 18 hours now Missouri."
"Don't you go givin' up on that boy now. You know your brother is strong…he'll wait for you Dean." Missouri could hear the desperation in Dean's voice. She wasn't sure she could be much use, but she knew that if something happened to Sam…Dean was going to need her.
Dean hung up the phone after giving Missouri the name and address of the hotel. They agreed to meet back there in a couple of hours. Dean slammed his fist down on the coffee table in front of him. "Dad, you really left me with a mess! You should have told us sooner…we could have prepared better. Damn it, how am I supposed to fight something that has powers like this? How am I supposed to protect Sammy from myself?"
Dean stood to leave the room when a memory came to mind. Of course, why hadn't he thought of that before! Dean raced back to the Impala and pulled out Sam's journal. After a few moments, he found what he was looking for. He quickly dialed the number and waited impatiently for the person to answer.
"Hello?"
"Andy, I don't know if you remember me…this is Dean and I really could use your help man."
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Trisha stood and looked at the unconscious man in front of her. She couldn't believe how much pain he had taken and still he refused to allow the man with yellow eyes to enter his mind without her as a conduit. She admired his strength. As she moved around the room preparing for the next session, she paused and thought over what Sam had said. "He can't be telling the truth" she muttered as she untied Sam's arms and legs from the bed. Yet a small voice she normally ignored once again came forward in her mind. "Listen to him…before it's too late."
Trisha turned Sam over and ran her hand through his sweat soaked hair. She paused on his forehead and felt the fever that was burning in him. She knew that he suffered and yet part of her was sorry for it, even wanted to spare him from it. Suddenly a sharp pain lanced through her mind. Trisha gasped as she grabbed her head in her hands.
"Trisha, you will not let Sam go do you understand me? Remember that you owe me this one little favor. Who is the one who saved you from all those men who abused you Trisha?"
"You are…but why do you want Sam…what do you want with him?" Trisha whispered.
"That is none of your business…he will either accept what I have offered him or he will die. I'm hoping that he accepts my offer. Now get on with the preparations."
Trisha shook her head as the pain subsided and the small voice in her mind disappeared once more. The man was right, she owed him and she would pay her debt.
Reaching over she pulled over the manacles that were sitting on the table. She quickly snapped them on Sam's wrists, making sure that they were locked tightly. Turning to the figure in the corner, she motioned for her to come closer. "Come here my pet…I need you to lift Sam here onto the hook over there."
"Please don't make me…"
"Shut up…I said to move Sam to the hook now!" Trisha used her mind to control the young woman. She smiled as she felt the woman giving in…it was so simple to get what she wanted. How could she ever give this power up? Any doubts she had about what she was doing fled as she watched Sam's body moving through the air and lift up onto the hook that was suspended from the ceiling.
"That was a good girl. Now get back to your corner and wait. I'll let you know what to do when the time comes." Trisha moved closer to Sam and examined her handiwork. The blood from the open wounds was still running down his body and pooling at his feet. It was a shame to mark the beautiful body in front of her, but she would do what she had been asked to do.
"Sam honey, in a different time and place you and I could have made sweet music together…I bet you are a wonderful lover." Trisha moved off to wait for Sam to wake up.
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Dean got back to the hotel well before his guest would be arriving. He needed to find a location and he needed to find one fast. He had been thinking when he picked up Sam's journal. He wondered if maybe there was a clue in one of Sam's visions. He looked down at the plain leather journal in his hands. He could almost feel Sam's presence as he opened the book and began reading the last few entries.
He had noticed that Sam was writing down the visions in his journal. Sam said he did it so that if he forgot anything he could refer back to it. But Dean figured it was more so that Sam could forget the details as quickly as he could. Sam had told Dean what he had seen, but he hadn't included all the details. As Dean read, he became more concerned.
"Oh God Sammy, she is one sadistic bitch. How could you even think you could save her?" Dean felt the tears in his eyes as he saw his brother in place of the other victims. And he had done this to Sam. Dean continued reading, forcing himself to look at the details. Each attack had happened in the victim's home. Dean almost gave up until he noticed something on one of the victims…he hadn't taken her home. They had ended up in a cabin and Sam mentioned that there was a lake nearby. It was thin, but maybe…
Dean pulled out his cell phone and dialed Ash. "Ash, I really need some help here buddy."
"Well hell Dean, just tell me what ya need. How is Sam doing?"
"He's missing Ash and I need your help in finding him. Can you look through all the records attached to Trisha and see if you can find mention of a cabin by a lake in that would be located in this area?"
"Sure Dean…give me 34 minutes and I'll have something for you. I'm sorry about Sam man, Ellen will really be freaked."
"Yeah, well I'm going to get him back just as soon as you get me that information buddy."
Dean hung up the phone and began to pace. He decided to do some research on his own using Sam's computer. As he stared at the screen, his mind went back to the night he had hit Sam over the head and dragged him to the BMW. He had dumped Sam in the trunk like he was nothing more than a sack of potatoes.
Dean jumped as there was a knock at the door. Pulling out his gun, he moved and opened the door slightly, flinging it open when he saw the large black woman smiling at him. Missouri didn't say a word; she just walked into the room and grabbed Dean in a big bear hug.
Dean resisted at first, but after a moment he felt himself melting into Missouri's embrace. Missouri could feel Dean's shoulders begin to tremble and waited for what she knew had to come. "It's ok Dean…you just let it all out. You're not alone in this boy…you never were and you never will be." Missouri continued to hold Dean until the shudders stopped and she felt him gaining control again.
Missouri stepped back without a word and moved to open the door. She ignored the damp green eyes that were looking gratefully at her. She smiled at the shocked look on the man standing on the other side of the door. "Well now, you must be Andy…I shore am glad you decided to come sugar. We're going to need all the help we can get to get Sam back safe and sound!"
TBC
Raven524: Ok as promised here is today's update. Dean is finally getting some help, but will they be in time? Hmmmm…who knows? LOL Thanks again for all the reviews. I am getting them slowly and trying to respond to them but the site is still flakey. So in case you didn't get my thanks…Here's a big hug to all of you who have taken the time to send me a review!!