Chapter 14: Saved?

Part 1

The sound was deafening and everything immediately stilled. The blade stopped moving and every eye moved towards the young man strung from the ceiling looking completely distraught. Dean's eyes met with his brother's and they shared a look that clearly spelled out 'what the hell?'.

Slowly the seven sets of dead eyes lying in the ghost white faces of murderers morphed into fear. All of a sudden the jars were dropped, shattering glass flying across the floor and once again deafening sounds after so much silence. Their hands went to their heads and their heads started shaking wildly, being thrown back and forth and left and right.

Sarah looked fearful for a moment as if lost as to what was going on, then her face changed into one of amusement and accomplishment that went completely unnoticed by the two hunters. Their attention was fixed on the creatures and their meltdowns.

All of a sudden the heads stopped moving and the arms went to their sides. Their smiles changed for the first time into grimaces of pain and horror before there was instantly no faces. There was nothing to signify that there had ever been a head at the top of their necks except for the spray of green that told the story of what had happened.

Thankfully all of the brain and head matter missed the boys and landed across the nearest walls, floor and ceiling. Surprisingly even Dean had been spared the mess, it seemed the gentlemen before him had backed up several feet in shock before his head exploded. Sarah on the other hand had a nice large glob of puke green sliding down her face.

She reached up and wiped it off with a grimace before flicking it onto the floor. She looked back to the men who were now looking at each other in awe. Sam was amazed Dean was still alive and Dean was completely dumbstruck by the fact that his brother just miraculously got his voice back.

"Dean?…What the hell?" Sam asked, looking confused as hell. Dean couldn't say anything so he just shrugged his shoulders.

I have no clue kiddo…ask your girlfriend over there what the hell just happened, not me.

"Dean…she is not my girlfriend." Sam said, rolling his eyes before figuring that that probably wasn't such a bad idea. He had also just been pleasantly surprised to find out that he could still hear Dean and not Dean could hear him. A rather large weight seemed to lift off of both their chests and Dean had never heard anything so good in his life.

"Well Sam I see you've miraculously recovered," Sarah said as she approached him with a genuine smile on her face. It was going to be much more interesting now and suddenly, just like the boys, a huge weight lifted off her chest done.

Mission complete She thought to herself. The boss is going to be very pleased with you Sammy boy, but most importantly, with me.

She was smiling because now she wasn't going to die a nice painful death, she had succeeded and got what she needed. Her father would probably even reward her somehow, this test had gone according to plan and without a hitch. Now…now she could get what she wanted seeing as how her obligations were out of the way.

She licked her lips in anticipation and reached out to touch the hunter in front of her. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could feel something screaming at her to leave him alone but she pushed at it with her mind and the voice faded into a pain filled cry and Sarah was once again silent.

She extended her hand and touched his chest, sliding it up and along his neck to his face which she cupped in her hand, drawing his full attention. "Sam, do you have any idea how much I want you? I don't know why but there's something about you that gals just can't resist. Not to mention demons such as myself. So that mounted on the fact that Sarah really does want you makes it almost impossible for me not to take you."

Sam flinched when she touched his face, then his stomach sickened when he heard her words taunting him. This wasn't looking so good and he wasn't sure he wanted to travel down this road. His anger spiked when it spoke of Sarah and he gave her a glare that could strip paint.

"Yeah? Well maybe when Sarah's home we'll have a talk about that. Until then I think you really need to stop touching me. I might decide you need to leave and if you make me angry god knows what I'll do." His words dripped with venom and hate.

"Oh baby, Sarah is home, believe me she's right here. In fact if you leave a message I'll be sure she gets it, hell she may even enjoy the show we could put on."

Sam's eyes darkened considerably when his theory of Sarah being awake was confirmed. "Let her go. Then maybe you and I can talk."

"Hm…I don't think so. I rather like this shell, it's obvious it likes you and even more obvious that you like it. I really don't see the problem, you're here, and Sarah's here…somewhere. So what's the problem then?"

Sam didn't answer, he didn't really feel like talking to this thing if it wasn't going to get him anywhere.

Sam…don't look, just listen. Keep her preoccupied…I just felt something give in my chains. I think I'm almost loose.

Sam just blinked twice in response. Simple code, once for no, twice for yes. It looked like he would have to humour her for a little while.

"What's the problem? Well I guess if I really think about it there isn't one. But you see I'm kinda shy…and I have this thing with privacy. But hell, for you? I guess I could wave it."

Sarah smiled mischievously, her hunger growing. She wanted to unchain him, lay him out on the floor, and take him. She had wanted to since she'd met him face to face in Indiana on the side of the road. Sure she had acted surprised at the time, she'd known that he'd be there, but she was damned surprised when she'd finally seen him. He was all she'd hoped for and a hell of a lot more.

But she would have to settle for kinky bondage instead, not that she wasn't looking forward to it. She walked closer to him, pressing into him, her smile increasing into a devilish, possessive grin. One that spoke of lust and excitement.

Sam continued to play his part, to distract her, so he smiled in the same fashion, though it never met his eyes. Anyone who knew him would see the disgust and hate at his situation in the deep hazel of his eyes. The demon within Sarah was too blinded by her need to see much of anything but the man before her.

She reached forward, placing her hand on his chest and bringing it first up to his neck where she traced his jaw line then down over his stomach to where the t-shirt ended. Because his arms were straight above him, his shirt ended a few inches shy of his waistband and she gladly traced her hand down his exposed flesh. His skin rippled just as his brother's had before and Sam struggled to keep his mask on.

"You know, Jess was a very lucky girl. I see why she'd want to be with you…why Sarah wants to be with you. And now I guess she can…and so can I." And with those words she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

He flinched as her lips met his, but he had a job to do now and he could only secretly thank the fact that he was a high school drama geek. He kissed her back after a moments hesitation, trying to convey his need for the real Sarah through his touch. The kiss deepened, her weight on his body increased as she leaned in more. Their mouths worked simultaneously, pressure transferring back and forth and breaths coming short.

That's it Sammy, just keep her attention on you. Sam heard the thought and would have glared at the double meaning if his eyes weren't closed and if he wasn't so enthralled in his role. He ignored the thought from his brother and only assumed that Dean was appreciating what Sam was doing for him. At least he'd better be appreciating it.

Sarah was itching to loosen his chains, her fingers were tightly entwined in his hair and in his collar, if they weren't then they'd be breaking the locks. She knew she'd get in trouble if she let him go, but then again she would already get in trouble for doing this. What was another infraction?

The hand at his collar lifted off of his shirt and reached above both of their heads, her kiss never wavering and her body working in rhythmic motions with his. As her fingers met the cool metal of a lock, she tightened her grip around it until she felt it splinter in her palm and his weight shifted.

Sam hadn't been prepared for the change, his mind was focused on her and his body was aware of nothing but hers. When his arms suddenly came down around him and his feet hit the floor, his legs gave out and he ended up on his knees. Sarah followed him all the way down and when he was seated on the floor, his weight resting on his heels, she sat on his lap.

Dean stopped his painful tinkering when he saw Sam's chains empty, his brother on the floor wrapped in a women's legs and arms. He frowned, Damn, so all I had to do to get free was let her come on to me? Come on! What the hell man…

Sam heard his brother's complaint and, despite his pain, despite the fact that he had a demon on him, he smiled. His brother's comment hit a cord with Sam and soon Sam was outright laughing although it was muffled by Sarah's lips.

She pulled back slightly and looked at him like he'd gone crazy, worried about why he was laughing. There was nothing funny about this. This was all serious, and if he didn't stop soon she'd have to make him stop, she didn't have enough time for his hysterics when she only had a limited time with him. She wanted to know what Jess had known, before her father had killed her anyways. She wanted Sarah to know what she was missing, and she was guessing that it was going to be something she wished she hadn't missed.

Sam realized that he was making a mistake and so he looked her in the eyes, which were clear and not black. Sam thanked that fact, he didn't think he'd be able to keep this charade going with a demon's eyes staring into him. He quickly stopped laughing and let his smile turn into something sultry to draw her in.

It worked a little too well and he soon found himself smothered by her, not even able to draw a full breath before she stole it away. He opened his eyes to get a look at his brother who was still hanging from the ceiling looking at them, and not in a very happy kind of way. He gave Dean a look as his brother's eyes met him and tried to convey this thought when he did.

You perv! Get back to struggling freak, god Dean! I'm not doing this for no reason…

Dean seemed to get the point, he gave Sam a smirk and shook his head before continuing his struggle. Sam turned his attention back on the demon straddling him and worked over the pit in his stomach to kiss her back. His body worked with hers, although like before it didn't feel right.

She was loosing whatever control she had on the hunger that was building inside her, and demon's could be dangerous when unleashed like that. Not to mention, oh so very bad. She reached her hands to down his back, finding the hem of his shirt and pulling at it. Bringing it up her fingers brushed the bandage on his back knowing that she would just aggravate it if she made him raise his arms, she didn't want him weak from blood loss write now. There would be time for that later.

So instead she settled for finding a the tear in the back of his shirt where the knife had been and wrapped her fingers into it. She pulled and the sound of tearing fabric filled her ears for the second time today but this time it was even better. His shirt continued to rip and she quickly drew it off of his shoulders and over his arms.

She tossed it behind her and brought her hands back to him, exploring his shoulders and back as she did. She ran her hands along his arms and up his neck into his hair. Then all of a sudden she felt a tug and she couldn't feel him anymore, she was sitting in a black wasteland. She realized her situation and let loose a scream of frustration.

Bitch! I was just getting to the good part! You're gonna pay for that!

Part 2

Sam felt her hands on him and his skin shivered when his shirt was taken. He was losing his control as well, just his control was keeping himself from throwing her off of him and getting as far from her as possible. He wasn't going to admit it to anyone but this was making his heart ache.

Suddenly he felt her flinch and hesitate, her mouth leaving his and she stilled. She barely even breathed, and Sam held his breath out of fear of what was coming. Then he felt a shiver run through her body, no…not a shiver, a sob? He peered at her face that was bent downward, hiding her eyes from his.

His eyes widened as they tracked the tear running down her cheek. He lifted his hand, hesitatingly and put it beneath her chin. He lifted her face up and his breath caught as she finally lifted his gaze to his. Her stunning green eyes were filled with tears and sparkled in the light of the room.

"Sarah?" he whispered. He didn't want to get his hopes up, it may not be her. He held her gaze and in the background he saw Dean still once again having heard his brother's whisper.

She drew a quick breath, trying to compose herself. "Sam…oh god I'm so sorry." And she lost it, tears streamed down her face and she sobbed softly with her arms wrapped around him still. He lifted his other hand to stroke her face and he bowed his head forward, resting his forehead against hers.

He breathed a sigh of relief that she was ok, for now anyways. He knew it was her, things felt different right now, felt right like they had before. He let a tear of his own slip as he held her and pulled her to him closely, clinging to the time they had together before she'd be gone again.

"Sarah, I'm going to save you…I promise. I won't let her hurt you…just hold on for me. Wait for me." He whispered to her, his eyes closed. Her head lifted from his and she looked him in the face.

"Sam, I'll always wait for you. Don't worry, I won't let her hurt you either…I'll save you from her. We'll make it through this I promise." And that was Sam's undoing, he let out a soft sob and pulled her forward to him.

This time when their lips met, it was a spark that travelled through them, keeping them alive. It was tender and loving, everything they felt for each other in a simple gesture. They broke the kiss and he held her head to his chest tightly and put his lips to the top of her head. He was clinging to her, and she to him, with everything they had.

She gasped and pulled from him softly. "Sam, she's coming back. I can't hold her anymore…I'm sorry." Sarah whispered to him brokenly.

He gave her a sad smile. "Don't be, like you said, we'll be ok. We'll save each other and make it out." He told her with his confidence soaring. He was going to save her, there was no doubt in his mind. Now that he knew she was there for him, he was going to be there for her.

Before he lost the chance he kissed her softly one more time before repeating what he'd said earlier to her. "I love you Sarah." She looked at him, tears still softly running down her rosy cheeks, and smiled softly.

"I love you too Sa-" but before she had a chance to finish she felt herself being tugged from him and looked at him panicked before she was once again sitting in the wasteland. She sat on the floor silently sobbing to herself, she had been so close to him, only to lose him again.

The visions of what the demon had been forcing her to do were building in her mind and she shook more uncontrollably as the tears ran down her skin. She barely noticed the angry footsteps behind her but when they circled to appear in front of her and then someone's face was in her field of vision.

Kneeling in front of her the slender woman with short blonde hair sneered at her angrily. The demon grabbed hold of her face harshly, pinching her chin to make her look straight in the face of her oppressor.

"You know, I was being nice to him. Why does he like you so much anyways? I saw him first you know, and I will have him. As soon as my father wins him, he's promised Sam to me. Sorry sweetie, looks like there's no room for you."

Sarah's eyes hardened and she spat in the demon's face in disgust. That earned her a sharp slap that left a stinging red hand print on her fair skin.

"Now that's just gross. And rude…I'm still waiting to see what it is that Sam sees in you." And at that she turned on her heel and walked off, slowly fading from existence and taking any light with her. She disappeared, but not before leaving a message that chilled Sarah to the core.

"Now watch what happens to lover boy when you piss me off."

Sam sat still on the ground, Sarah still firmly held in his arms. He didn't want to let go of her, but when her eyes went blank and he knew she wasn't there anymore he also knew that this was their chance. So he squeezed her to him and kissed her forehead.

"I will save you Sarah, and I'm sorry that this happened." He whispered to her. He reluctantly loosened his arms and let her go, pushing her off of his lap carefully so that he wouldn't hurt her at all. When he was clear of her weight he slowly brought his knee up so that he was half crouching, half kneeling and began to stand shakily.

Sarah's body remained seated on the floor, not moving and unresponsive. Her eyes told that currently there was no one there. Sam finally got to his feet and winced as he straightened and his stitches pulled. He gave her one last glance before looking away and shaking his head shamefully. Then he slowly started moving.

He made his way over to Dean who still hadn't moved. He was staring at his brother with sympathy although he knew that Sam would hate that look, hell even he hated that look. Stumbling only a few times Sam managed to make it to his brother.

"I thought you were trying to get out…not watching us like some freaky perv there Dean." he muttered breathlessly but let a small smile creep onto his face.

Yah well if you hadn't been making out with hot-for-you demon bitch over there I would have been more inclined to try to save your sorry ass. Dean thought, all smirk and no shame.

Sam just rolled his eyes at him and started examining the locks above their heads to try to find a way out of this. It was like a padlock, but I little more complex. Luckily though, with the training they had received, they knew a whole bunch of locks and a whole bunch of ways to pick them.

"Hey I'm gonna find something to try to get these locks open. Maybe those needles will work…" Sam stated quietly and turned from Dean in search of that little black bag they hated so much. It was where it always was, middle of the room on the floor.

He made his way over to it and when he crouched to get the bag he accidentally lost his balance and ended up falling, once again bruising his knees for the hundredth time. He winced as his back was jarred and the stitches reacted, and his knees really were getting sore.

Hey you alright there Sammy? Man that girl sure did a number on you didn't she. Dean snarked, although Sam could detect the concern behind the thought. Sam grabbed the bag and made his way back to his brother after picking himself up off the floor.

"Yeah? Well I'm not the one that got carved like the thanksgiving turkey." Sam shot back. Dean just huffed for a moment but he couldn't hide the amusement from Sam that flashed across his face. Dean really didn't look too good though. None of the cuts were very deep but they were enough to do damage to Dean's system and weaken him.

Sam looked through the bag and found the needles, but getting a good look at them he realized they were much to thin and weak to pick a lock. So he continued to rummage, unconsciously swaying slightly every now and then. Dean watched his brother's every move, not wanting any surprises on how Sam really was.

Finally Sam smiled slightly and lifted two syringes out of the bag. He could only assume that they had been getting to the part where they were used on the boys. Either that or they were the needles that were already used on them to knock them out during the kidnappings.

He shot a look over his shoulder at the still kneeling Sarah, she was staring off into space with a blank expression on her face. Sam figured it was safe to continue as long as she continued to look like a zombie. He quickly dropped the bag and began to tinker with the syringes and the locks trying to find a way to get them open.

His arm was in Dean's face making it impossible for him to see anything beyond his brother's skin. It also made it impossible for either man to notice as Sarah's hand moved behind her and drew something from the waist band of her jeans.

Sam continued to tinker and her knew he was almost there, he almost had the locks opened. Dean was looking up at the locks his brother was working on but he brought his gaze down slightly to get a reading on his brother. He could of sworn he saw someone move behind Sam.

Sammy look out! But before Dean had a chance to see what was going to happen his locks opened and his feet connected with the floor. He was, however, prepared for the weight shift having been waiting for it. What he wasn't ready for was his brother's weight to crash into him. He also wasn't anywhere near ready to hear the scream that erupted from Sam.

Part 3

Dean desperately tried to catch Sam and keep him upright, but Sam's legs had given out and so did Dean's. Sarah stood behind Sam with that blade in her hands, the one stained with Dean's blood and now Sam's. She was smiling down at him cruelly; revelling in the anguish she had cause in both men. It drove her, gave her the strength she needed to keep Sarah at bay while she watched as the demon tortured the man she loved.

Dean eased Sam as softly as he could to the ground and had his arms around his brother with his hands resting on his back and on his head. When they were seated on the ground, Sam panting wildly, he withdrew his hand and saw it coated in red. His eyes widened and he quickly looked back up at the demon then looked over his brother's head to see his back.

The previous stab wound was once again bleeding but had changed in shape and size, much more jagged and larger. He looked from the ugly wound to the hand holding the blade and his face twisted into a hate filled snarl. Loathing everything about her, Dean got to his feet while Sam cradled his side in his hands, unwilling to touch the wound on his back and continued to try to breath through his pain.

Sarah looked down on Sam, amused but regretful. She really hadn't wanted to do that without going a little further in their actions earlier. It would have happened eventually, she was told to cause pain and that's what she was doing, so it was either now or later. Either way, he was going to know pain.

Dean stared down at Sam as well, blinded by the red running down his brother's side and staining his already bloody clothes. Being shirtless, Dean had a nice clear view of the damage and it made his blood boil.

Sarah finally looked up to the now standing Dean. He was staring at his brother, his own bleeding chest heaving in anger. As she searched his face for his emotions his eyes closed momentarily and when they were opened he was looking at her. His face was dark and the scowl and hatred on it was more than obvious.

Again the demon found herself intimidated and she stepped back ever so slightly, afraid of the anger that was waiting to be unleashed. She knew all about Dean's temper when she had been tied to that chair, he had broken his word in anger towards her threatening his father. Then she remembered what her father had done to his and couldn't help but have her confidence restored.

The Mighty John Winchester fell by a demon, what will be so different about the Mighty Dean? And she smirked. His eyes remained on her unblinking, unmoving, just staring. It then became a battle of wits as she returned his action and sent out her own rage to him. What he had done to her, how he had gotten in the way, all of her pent up rage burned through her own eyes and mingled with his.

They stayed that way for a few minutes before Sam finally got himself under enough control to lift his head from the floor where he had rested it while kneeling in pain. He looked up at the battle before him and couldn't help but shiver. Could two beings hate each other that much? Was it even possible? I mean sure there was a good reason why Dean hated her, but why was this demon so intent on hurting them and why would she hate Dean so much?

Finally he found his voice, the one he'd been missing for several days. "Who are you?" he managed to squeeze out through clenched teeth, his eyes squinting up into her face. Black eyes finally broke contact from green and met hazel.

Her look changed to menacing and possessive again, lust and knowing settling around the edges of the blown pupils. "You don't recognize me Sam? I have to say I'm offended, after everything we had shared together and you can't remember me. I have to admit I look different now, I couldn't return to my last shell because someone managed to kill it." as she said the last bit her eyes shot accusingly to Dean's.

Sam then understood it all, everything about what she had said earlier, the small sense of familiarity he had had with this demon as soon as it had entered. The pit in his stomach from before gained mass and his throat constricted painfully. It also explained her hatred for Dean, and that was not a good thing…far from it in fact.

"Meg." Sam spat out, not as a question, but as a fact. She only smiled at him and then looked back at Dean wearing a scowl and accusing once again. "Not anymore," she said confidently.

Dean looked down at his brother, looking for complete confirmation that they both now understood the 'why's' of their situation. Sam simply met his brother's gaze hopelessly, and Dean knew for sure. This set his resolve in stone, he wasn't going to let this bitch have his brother, she had already demonstrated what would happen to him if she got her hands on Sam. Literally.

So instead Dean laughed, a cold and bitter sound. "Well darlin', you definitely look better than the last time we saw you. I'd say brunette is definitely more flattering, although dumb-blonde suits you more." he chuckled again. His cockiness and self-inflation shining through brilliantly.

She smiled slightly, opened her mouth and said what Dean had been told once before. "Monologuing Dean? That's right Dean, mask all that nasty pain, mask the truth." And then she sneered at him, knowing what would come next.

Dean's smirk faltered as memories rushed back to him, drowning his mind. The demon, the cabin, Sam, the colt, his father. And he went over the edge, his face a mask of anger, his pain forgotten as he lunged forward and knocked Sarah to the ground.

Sam watched it happen and knew he'd have to stop it, he couldn't let the demon hurt his brother and he couldn't let his brother hurt Sarah. Sam struggled weakly to sit up fully and then crawled over to where his brother and the demon were tangled on the floor.

Dean felt a mean right hook smack his jaw but it was also forgotten when he managed to grab hold of the throat of the woman under him. He began choking, his body detached from his conscience, and he cruelly glared into the eyes of the demon.

Meg simply smiled as she felt Sarah being strangled, it wouldn't kill her, knock her unconscious yes, but kill her? No. It would however kill Sarah, which would in turn hurt Sam which would then hurt Dean. Like one line of dominoes everything was falling together perfectly. There were two ways this scenario could play out and either one worked for her.

One way was that Dean strangled her, she left Sarah and the girl died. The other was that Sammy would come to Sarah's rescue, possibly injuring Dean in the process. That thought made her grin evilly, confusing her opponent but not stopping his attack, If Dean was stopped then she'd have control o everything again, although she wasn't lacking control right now at all.

Sam saw as Dean wrapped his hands around Sarah's throat, blocking her airways and slowly killing her. His eyes widened, in his weakened state he wasn't sure he'd be able to save her or get through to Dean. He was moving, not very quickly though and every moment seemed like eternity. Finally he reached them as Sarah's eyes began to close and the grip she'd had on Dean's forearms weakened.

"Dean! Stop! Please you're killing her!" Sam cried desperately to his brother. At first Dean just looked at him, his anger making him look wild.

Dean looked back to Sarah under him as her arms lost hold and her eyes began to roll in their sockets. He then returned his gaze up to Sam, reading the pain in his face and the fear. Desperation stared at him through the big puppy dog eyes and his anger was broken by the brother inside of him, the caring human being that he was winning over the monster that lay inside of everyone.

Oh god, He thought as he quickly removed his hands and heard the large gasp taken in by his victim. Oh god Sammy…I'm sorry…I don't….I didn't mean…forgive me?

It was a plea from a distraught man that made Sam's heart ache. He could only nod and offer a small smile as thanks as relief washed through him when Sarah began to breath again. He lifted his hand slowly and put it on Dean's shoulder, giving it a weak squeeze.

Then he felt himself lean to the side and heard a distant thud, his body shook on impact. Suddenly there was no pain, no fear, no anguish. Nothing. Just black and then he lost awareness. Dean looked up at Sam just in time to see him fall sideways and as his head struck the floor his eyes slid shut and he didn't move again. Dean's eyes widened as if to make up for the lack of Sam's and he quickly pulled himself off of the demon that was coming back to full awareness.

He held Sam's head carefully in his hands and used his thumb to crack an eyelid to make sure Sam was responsive while checking his pulse with his other hand. His pulse was there, not exactly strong but there, and also his eyes reacted to the light so Dean let Sam rest. He leaned down closer to his brother ad closed his eyes while resting his chin on Sam's head.

He sent out a silent apology once again and then kissed the top of his brother's head.