Sam yelled as the vampire bit into his forearm and savoured the taste of his blood, she licked her lips, "Delicious." she said as the third man walked into the room. It was Dean.

"Dean!" Sam breathed a sigh of relief, but something was wrong. He wasn't attacking the vampire or the demon, "Dean?"

Fake Dean tipped his head back and laughed. "You'll never look at him, or should I say me, the same way again." he held his hands behind his back, hiding something there.

"What... what's that?" Sam asked getting worried. His hair was plastered to his face and he was drenched in blood and sweat even though the warehouse was freezing cold. Holes and cuts pockmarked his skin and hurt every time he tried to move. The other Dean laughed and revealed a long iron rod, he turned it so the fat end pointed towards Sam's eye. It was glowing white hot. There was a contained fire in the next room where plenty more pokers were heating up, waiting to come into contact with the boy's skin. The fake Dean laughed as he saw the look of utter terror on the young boy's face. His fearless persona had broken, he was a scared kid. The poker lingered near his eye and fake Dean laughed, the demon and the vampire watched on in glee, "How..." he took a few shaky breaths to try and steady his voice, "How are you working together?" he asked.

"Well I'd have thought it would be obvious wouldn't it? You disappoint me Sammy. We're all here for the same reason. One goal. The end of the Winchesters."

Sam scowled and gave the demon a look of pure hatred, "You'll never... aargh!" he yelled and tried so hard to jerk back from the poker but the chains were too tight. The other Dean took the poker away after a few seconds of pain, "You'll never manage." Sam wheezed through gritted teeth, "You wont." a sharp pain spread across his face as the back to the vampire's hand collided with his cheek and his head was jerked to the side.

"Oh but we will Sammy." fake Dean taunted and teased him by bringing the burning hot poker close to his skin and then taking it away just as it was about to burn him. Sam breathed out and looked up. Fake Dean used the moments distraction and burned a Zoroastrian symbol onto Sam's chest on the opposite side of his body to his heart. His screams filled the large room.

"I must admit, it'd be a shame to kill you." fake Dean said and Sam gave him a quizzical, if contorted, look. "I do love to hear you scream" he took a few steps back, "He's all yours" he said to the demon who grinned a devilish grin and picked up a scalpel.

Screams of pain reverberated through the warehouse.

Dean vaulted the fence and landed on his feet, always watching for signs of danger. His ear pricked up at the sound of screaming, "Sam!" he started to run towards the big grey building, it looked like someone had just dumped a block of concrete in the middle of the woods.

John caught his arm. "Wait."

"Wait?! No way, Sam's in there. He's in pain!"

"I know, but think about it. There is nothing else this can be except for a trap."

"I don't care." he said with a fierce determination, "We are not abandoning him."

"Of course not. But we can't afford to get caught."

They darted across the open ground from the fence to the giant concrete block with windows and a door. John kept watch on their too quiet surroundings whilst Dean picked the lock with Sam's lock-picking kit. They slipped in through the peeling red door without making a sound and it swung shut behind them. Dean hastily scanned for EMF but nothing, nothing so far. They crept through the silent corridors, the light patter of their feet was accompanied by their sharp and heavy breaths. The floor was carpeted in a rough black material. A set of heavy looking metal doors lay at the end of the corridor. Sam's screams vibrated through them. John ignored what he had said beforehand and shoved the doors open brandishing a gun and a silver knife. Dean ran in after him and froze when he saw himself holding a hot poker mere centimetres from Sam's eye. The kid looked as though he could barely hold onto consciousness any longer.

"Dad... Dean..." he whispered weakly.

Dean wanted to murder everything that had ever hurt his brother but at the same time seeing Sam to broken and bloody he just wanted to break down and cry. But he knew he had to stay strong, not for himself but for Sam. The demon stood up, a few splatters of Sam's blood decorated his white shirt.

"As you so cunningly figured out, we have your boy here." he said to John, "Took you a bit longer than I thought, hours in fact. We had such fun while you were away didn't we Sam?" he kicked Sam hard in the ribs, he groaned and grunted weakly.

"Let him go before I send you all right back to hell." John threatened.

"Tempting, but no. We can come up with a better deal don't you think?"

The demon's calmness made Dean want to punch its brains out.

"You see, I already know what you'll say yes to."

"Oh and what's that?"

"I'll unchain the kid. I wont hurt him. As long as you give yourself up."

"No dad! There has to be another way!" Dean interjected.

"Dean." his father said in a warning tone then focused his attention on the demon, "Alright. But first you let Sam go."

"Give me your weapons." the demon said.

John dropped his pack, gun and machete, and kicked them over to the wall. "Now Sam." the demon clicked it's fingers and the manacles vanished, Sam slumped to the floor and Dean ran over to him. He reached out to help Sam when the other version of himself punched him in the jaw with incredible force and sent him flying into the wall.

"You bastard." John swung a punch and hit the demon square on the jaw. It retaliated by sending him flying into the wall and landing in a heap next to the real Dean. Sam started to slowly drag himself towards his dad's discarded bag of weapons. Fake Dean and the demon were distracted as they approached Dean and John ready to kill them. The vampire wasn't watching Sam, she was too busy watching the others. He grabbed his father's bag and pulled an exorcism, that had been scrawled on a scrap of paper, out of the journal and out of the bag. He began to mutter the words, using all his strength to just stay conscious.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas." he began when a high heeled boot stood on his almost shredded back. He roared and he rolled onto his front. He tried to reach a weapon, any kind, but couldn't.

"Ooh Sammy boy, saying things we shouldn't are we?" Sam groaned as the demon taunted him, "Maybe I will leave your little boy alive after al John, he can be Mindy's little plaything." he said referring to the vampire girl. "You and your big kid will be dead soon though."

Sam managed to slip the exorcism into his pocket before Mindy the vampire hauled him up onto a chair. She sat straddled across him and bit into his shoulder receiving a moan and a grunt from him before grabbing his cheeks with one hand and kissing him. Sam could taste his own blood on her lips and tried to push her off but his arms failed him. Instead he slumped forwards sending her falling onto the floor, a millisecond later his unconscious body flopped down on top of her legs. She yelped in surprise but was uninjured.

Using Sam's floppy attack as a distraction Dean pulled a silver knife out of his coat pocket and ran at the fake one. It realised what was happening too late. Dean stabbed the silver knife into his heart with a mad fury, the shifter lay still. No one hurt his brother, not on his watch. John stood up and rugby tackled the demon into the wall just as it was about to send Dean flying. He ran over to Sam and stood on Mindy's arm as he grabbed the exorcism from his pocket.

"Dad!" Dean called out. "How do you gank a vamp?"

"Beheading!" John yelled back ducking under a punch, he grabbed the demons neck and twisted it until he heard a satisfying click. It didn't work.

"Yes sir!" Dean grabbed John's machete from the pile of the discarded weapons, "Beheading, seriously...?" he brought the blade down on the vampire's neck before she had the chance to fight back. It sliced through quickly and he frowned in disgust. He continued to read the exorcism and the demon who was fighting his father started becoming weaker. It lunged towards him. Suddenly black smoke erupted from it's mouth with a shrill scream and sank through the floorboards. It's meatsuit slumped to the floor with a broken neck. Both John and Dean ran over to Sam.

"Sammy! Come one wake up kiddo!" Dean called out desperately as John lifted him up off the body of the decapitated vampire and towards the door.

By the time they reached John's pick-up truck both he and Dean were getting very worried, Sam still hadn't woken up. His heartbeat was weak but at least it was still there.

"We've gotta get him to the hospital!" Dean said as he climbed into the passenger seat.

"No." his dad replied.

"No?"

"How the hell do we explain the wounds?"

Dean realised he was right, "Where do we take him then?"

"I have an old friend who owes me a few favours. He's a doctor."

"Yes sir." Dean replied and John pushed his foot down on the accelerator and sped down the empty streets towards the doctor's house.