WARNING!! TORTURE SCENE!!

Chapter VII

What happened next is something I will never forget and Sam with never remember, thankfully. Burdos had completely blocked Sam out, walled him up in a corner of his own mind. I stole a quick glance at Dean while Burdos' back was turned. Dean's head was bowed and his eyes shut. I could tell the was focusing desperately on the task at hand. Getting free.

I looked back and Burdos' as he was looking threw his tools. He turned back around to me, bearing a pair of medical scissors. I kept my poker face on, but I knew all too well what was coming. I felt the cold steel cutting away at my clothes. Burdos cut away my pants and shirt with an almost delicate precession. His fingers running up my exposed skin. I lay there in my bra and underwear. He left those on, for now. He brought his little worktable closer to him, so he would not have to keep turning around. The steel underneath me was beginning to warm up. Despite the chill in the room, I still radiated heat. Burdos' hands were freezing when he first touched my stomach. I jumped a little, not expecting his freezing hands to touch me with such a gentle caress. I saw the gleam of a scalpel in his hands and mentally prepared my self.

No matter how much training I had in the past, nothing could have prepared me for this. He drew small lines in the flesh of my stomach. It was like a frozen needle being drawn through my skin. I felt the warmth of my blood spreading over my skin, dripping to the metal table. I watched in horror and he removed a strip of my skin and ate it. Then he leaned down and drank some of my blood. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried desperately to ignore his tongue licking at the fresh wound. He did this three more times, creating four cuts diagonally across my stomach. I felt the tears of pain running down the side of my face, making a small sound only I could hear as they hit the table. I looked up at the stark white ceiling, blinking several times, attempting to clear my vision.

"Better than mother's milk." Said Burdos. I knew Dean wanted to know what was going on, but he respected my wishes.

Dean. I said. I saw Dean's head nod slightly.

He has blocked Sam. Walled him up deep in his own subconscious. I stated.

Bastard. How do you know? He asked.

I can't sense Sam anymore. I stated matter-of-factly. Dean shivered. I was brought back to reality when I felt a deep twinge of pain. I grunted as I looked for Burdos. He was at my shoulder, digging out the bullet.

"Glad to see you are still with me." He stated, the voice didn't even sound like Sam anymore.

"Most people would have passed out after that." There was a song in his head and he started to hum it to himself. I felt it when the bullet was removed, when the blood started to flow again. I was starting to loose strength. All this blood loose was going to make the depossession even more difficult.

"Now comes the fun." Burdos said, rubbing his hands together.

"Let's see if I can get a little bit of that wild out of you." I knew what was coming next and I prayed that Dean would get free before Burdos got that far. I looked over at Dean and found one of his hands free.

Almost there. He sent. I took a deep breath. I felt Burdos' fingers running up my thighs and over my hips. He was hungry for this, he wanted it more than I can explain. I heard the click of Dean's second handcuff. I watched him dropped to the floor and work on both of the ankle cuffs at once. Boy's got talent.

Hang on, Jay. I won't let him have you. Not like that. Dean knew what Burdos was going to do. I felt Burdos' hands ghost over the four gouges in my stomach, over my breasts and up my arms. His fingers intertwined with mine. He leaned down, our lips barely touching.

"I won't be gentle. Not like your Sammy. You will not enjoy this. This will not be over quickly." I felt Burdos, start to climb on the table, my heart thundering in my chest.

"Yeah." I heard Dean's voice.

"That's because it will never start." Dean aimed a punch square at Burdos' jaw line, hitting him in the sweet spot. Burdos flew across the room and hit the wall. He was out cold. I let out a sob of relief. Dean went over and searched his pockets, finding the key. He unlocked me. Then he took Sam's body and chained it to the wall where he had been. I spotted Sam jacket in the corner of the room, laying in a crumpled mess. I picked it up and wrapped myself in it. The bottom of the jacket falling to my knees. Sam's smell invaded me. I went over and placed my hand over Sam's heart. His eyes hot open and I was greeted with pure black. Blacker than the night sky. I resisted the urge to punch him. I knew Sam was already going to be hurting from the punch that Dean had landed with expert precession and the fight that they had undoubtedly had when Burdos caught up with Dean somewhere in this Hellhole. I prepared myself, searching for a trace of Sam. It was hard to find in all the darkness. But there is was a small light, deep in the darkness. A jade green blinking light.

Sam? I called out. The light blinked once. I reached out and grabbed a hold of that light, that warmth, his love for me and for Dean.

Hold on to me, Sammy. I sent. The light blinked once again. I opened my eyes and looked deep into the cold dark of Burdos' eyes.

"I won't be gentle. You will not enjoy this. This will not be over quickly." I spat his words back at him. I dug my hand in to the Manipura Chakra, which is where most possessors root the possession. I used my magick to make my hand non-corporal. I watched as Burdos arched off the wall, fighting against the chains. Dean watched in wonder. I keep my left hand over Sam's heart, clinging to that small light that was Sam. I forced my hand into Sam's body, ignore the cries of pain that escaped his throat that sounded more like a dying animal than a human. I reached in until I found Burdos. His energy was unique and foreign is Sam's body. I was like black tar. I gripped the center of it. The center felt like a hard steel, spiked ball that had been in a freezer. I began to pull the ball out, its roots being torn from their hold in Sam's body. I could feel the sweat forming on my forehead and body. I pulled and pulled, using all the strength I had left in me. Sam's body arched completely off the wall, the final root of Burdos giving in. I won, pulling the ball free of Sam. Sam's body slumped down, hanging limply from the chains in the wall. The dark tar like tentacles wrapping themselves around my arm. I heard Dean cry out in shock and heard him take a few steps back.

Sam? Sammy? You can come out now. I felt Sam's warmth spreading through out his limp body. Suddenly Sam gasped in a lung full of air. Dean rushed forward, gripping Sam and placing his hands on either side of Sam's face.

"Dean?" Sam's voice was flooded with confusion. I felt the evil trying to take root in me. I held my right hand up, looking at the evil I held in my hand.

"Ashes to Ashes,

Spirit to Spirit.

Take this Soul,

Banish this Evil."

I said the incantation three times. The ball in my hands heating up, with a cry of pure pain the ball blew up, sending me flying into a wall.

"JAY!!" Sam and Dean cried out. They rushed over to me.

"Take that you bastard." I breathed. Dean let out a laugh and Sam made a confused sound. They helped me up and laid me back down on the table. It was time for clean up. Sam cleaned my wounds while Dean took care of his own. I lost feeling in the last three fingers of my right hand, due to send Burdos to Hell. Sam hand cleaned out the cuts on my hand and wrapped it. He was clean out the gashes on my stomach when he finally spoke up.

"Did I do this?" he asked, pain in his eyes.

"No," I whispered. I was out of strength and almost out of energy.

"He did this. Burdos did this." I said. Sam wrapped up the gashes and helped me stand up. He put my shoes back on for me, then helped me off the table.

"But he was in my body." Sam said.

"Calm down, dude. It's not like this hasn't happened before." Dean said, slapping Sam on the back. Sam winced a little, there was probably a bruise back there. We all knew he was referring to the time when the demon that had possessed Meg bound herself to Sam.

"Your turn." I said, referring to the cut on Sam's cheek. I cleaned the wound and placed three butterfly bandages over it, closing it.

"Come on." Dean said. "Let's finished the job." We all couldn't agree more.

"Took the words right out of my mouth." I said, gathering my weapons. Sam wrapped one arm around me and I leaned into him. His warmth comforted me. He was my Sammy again. Dean led a line of gas out of the building and he threw the can back into the build.

"Take this, you mother fucker." Dean said, dropping a bunch of matches onto the line. The fire took off, racing down the line. Dean, Sam and I headed back to the car, stopping long enough to watched the building exploded and collapse in on itself.

"Come on." I said, urge Sam toward the car.

"Let's go home." Sam put me in the backseat so I could lay down and meditate. He sat up front with Dean, who took off like a rocket toward our home in Oregon. I felt him glance back at me a few times.

"What is she doing?" I heard him ask. Sam looked back at me. My hands over the gouges in my stomach.

"She is growing new skin." He answered. I heard Dean make a sound that could be interpreted as 'EW!' I smiled to myself and thought of home.

THE END

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