Chapter V

"You are in a large room with four doors." Sam's voice again commanded my attention as well as a vibrating pain that shot through my brain.

"Pick a door. There is only one way to the exit. You have 24 hours to find your way out. Of you do, you may go free. If you don't, well…. then I reserve the right to do with you as I please." There was an evil chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. I had seen the pictures of his original victims. And I had seen, in person, what he did to women. Dean and I looked at each other.

24 hours? Dean leaned down, close to my ear.

"What supplies do you need to send this bastard to hell?" His voice was barely audible.

"I just need to get my hands on Sam." I growled. Dean nodded and we got up. My head swam. The drug was still effecting my system. My knees gave out and Dean caught me before I hit the ground. His arms wrapped around my waist and the hand that was handcuffed to mine supported my neck and I had grabbed his upper arm with my uncuffed hand. He lowered me to the ground. It was an awkward position to say the least.

"This time get up slowly." He said.

"Thanks." I said. First I sat up and waited for the laps my brain was doing in a pool to stop. Then I kneeled, Dean watching me very carefully. He reminded me of John, too much. I licked my lips and my tongue got flacks of dried blood on it. I made a face and spit. I wiped my lips with the back of my palm, making sure I got everything.

"What the hell did he dope you with?" Dean wondered. I looked up at Dean, reaching for his hand so he could help me the rest of the way up.

"Whatever it was, I am sure it could have taken down a fucking Elephant." I said.

"Alright." Dean said, not understand what I was saying. I rolled my eyes.

"Let's see what is behind door number one." I said, we walked to one of the doors. It was open, I pushed on it and I felt tension. Instincts kicked in and I stopped, frozen in place. Tension meant wire, wire meant trap. I reached out with my sense, but my mind was still fuzzy. All I got was danger.

"What?" Dean asked, getting uncomfortably close to me.

"Danger." I said.

"Door number two?" I asked, Dean led the way this time. Dean hit the door first. The knob turned and Dean attempted to push through it. He got quite a surprise when his face smashed into the door. He recoiled and cursed; he had broken his nose. He made a move to run at the door when I grabbed his arms. I made the 'NO' sign and went to the door. I positioned myself squarely in front of it and kicked. The door shattered and the dim light in the room showed us horror. The room was full of spikes, big spikes meant for one thing. Impaling someone stupid enough to charge the door. I looked back at Dean who looked horrified. He mouthed 'Oops' to me and shrugged.

Dean, we have to be careful. We have seen what this guy can do and has done. Follow my lead and don't do anything impulsive. I sent, deciding that communicating telepathically would be safer. Dean nodded.

Door number three? He asked. I nodded and we moved over to it. I place my hands on it and sensed as best I could. Nothing. I pushed gently on the door and it swung open in the creepiest fashion. It seemed like the hinges had not been oiled in years and made a horrible screeching sound as it opened. I shivered at the sound. I ran my uncuffed hand along the doorframe searching for wires. Still nothing. I pulled gently with my cuffed hand and we moved through the door. Lights came on, motion censored. The room was covered with blood spatter and chunks of something everywhere. I heard Dean gag. I felt the same but I had to focus. Our lives depended on my ability to stay alert. I looked over the floor. Dried pools of blood covered it. I had a feeling I knew where we were, I kept seeing flashes of it, this is were most of this sick bastards victims died. There were three more doors.

A guessing game. We walked over to the first door, it was open. I pushed gently and it swung open effortlessly. The smell of rotting corpses made me stumble back into Dean. I looked in the room to find bodies piles three high and the walls had been covered with rock climbing rocks. I closed the door and saw a flash of the nurse, his most recent victim. She had completed her task and he had brutally raped and murdered her. I shivered involuntarily, Goosebumps racking my skin. Dean looked at me, worry written all over his face.

I'm fine. I sent. He gave me the same look John use to when he knew I was lying.

I'm worried. All I keep seeing are those photos and that poor nurse. Not to mention the flashes of all his victims. I sent. Dean nodded and gripped my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. It worked a little bit. Of course that was until I heard Sam's possessed voice over the speakers.

"Tick, Tock kids." It said. I flipped the camera off and began moving again.

"Is that an offer, young one. I can see your Sammy's memories." I froze in place. Dean urged me to keep going.

Don't give him anything, no satisfaction. Dean's thought echoed through my head. I nodded briefly and we kept moving. Suddenly there was a clinking sound, like the wheels of a machine kicking in. The floor underneath us moved suddenly, lurching. I grabbed Dean's hand and ran for the nearest wall. There were rocks screwed into the wall. I began to climb.

Follow my lead! I didn't mean to shout it, but I made Dean flinch none the less.

What the hell is happening? Dean asked, climbing beside me.

In about three seconds, we won't have a floor to stand on! Dean looked down as the floor opened up, it looked like a giant toothless beast of legend yawning.

"FUCK!!" Dean shouted as the floor dropped out from under us. I looked around frantically as the walls began to shake. There was a hole in the ceiling.

Dean!! The ceiling!! I sent, he looked up and saw the hole. We began climbing as the walls started moving in on us. Once we reached the ceiling I had just gotten a grip on a large rock when Dean lost his grip. I cried out in pain as his weight pulled at me, threatening to dislocate my shoulder.

"DEAN!!" I cried out, my voice in strangled pain. I watched as Dean punched a hole in the wall and relieve me of holding his weight. We had no time, the walls were moving faster.

"YOU FIRST!!" I shouted. Dean climbed over me and through the hole. I used the walls that were quickly closing in to hold myself stead as Dean finished pulling himself through the hole. I felt his vice grip close around my wrist and yank me through the hole. The puff of air from the walls closing threw us off balance and we toppled over, landing in an awkward position. We seemed to be finding ourselves in these positions on a regular basis.

"Thanks." I breathed. Dean nodded, struggling to control his breathing.

"You too." He said. I nodded in reply. I took the time to look around. Three more doors.

"God Damnit!!" I cursed. Dean looked around. He shook his head.

He's leading us. I stated. Dean nodded.

I've noticed. He motioned vaguely to the hole in the floor. I let out a sigh and we moved to get up. Of course we should have untangled our legs first, but I guess we were more comfortable on the floor because we toppled over, this time I was on the floor and Dean was awkwardly on top of me.

We've got to stop meeting like this. He sent. I smiled and laughed a little. The drug was starting to leave my system and I was remembering the lay out of the place. Leave it to Dean to joke in times like these.

There are three more floors, then the small tower room where Sam should be. I sent, Dean nodded and we slowly got up. I stood completely still and reached out with my extra senses. Briefly touching the mind of the psycho who was currently possessing my love. It was not pretty. It was dark and sinister beyond words, beyond comprehension. I shivered as I pulled my extra senses back in.

I know where to go. I said, Dean made a motion with his hand that said 'After you'. I walked forward, ignoring all the other doors and went straight for the hidden one in the very back of the room. I positioned myself squarely in front of it and kicked with all my strength. The door shattered into millions of little pieces. I held the shield around me and Dean until the sharp splinters had stopped falling. I tugged with my cuffed hand and Dean got the idea. We bolted up the stairs, all the way to the tower room. Dean kicked the door in this time and it flew of the hinges. I looked at Dean, impressed. He had learned to channel his aggression.

We looked around the room. Monitors sat in nice rooms, five TV's for each level. There was a single microphone in the center of the desk. There was a gun rack that held all sorts of weapons. But no Sammy.

"Shit." I said out load. "He must have felt us coming." Dean looked at me with horror written in his expression.

"You mean this thing could be using Sam's psychic abilities to stay one step ahead of us?" Dean asked as he walked over to the weapons and retrieved our weapons. He grabbed a handcuff key and uncuffed our wrists. He put the cuff into the case and put the case on his belt.

"Might come in handy." He said, though he really didn't need to explain.

"That is possible." I said, accepting my guns. I pulled my shoulder holsters on and checked my weapons, making sure the bastard had not done anything too them.

"And?" Dean knew there was more to my statement.

"Or this guy was psychic to begin with." I stated. Dean looked at me and knew at once that this was going to be an all out battle for Sam's life. Only problem was, Dean was use to shooting things that pissed him off. And this guy had definitely done that. Yet since he was inside Sam, Dean felt somewhat useless.

"So what are we going to do?" he asked. I loaded my guns and clicked to safeties on, loading them into my shoulder holsters.

"Whatever we can, Dean." I said. "Whatever we can."