Chapter 5

Author's note (mmm1912titanic) - Hey all, this is Chapter 5 and in it we'll find out just how badly Dean takes it when you walk away with his Sammy ;)

Author's Note (WinchesterLover12) - Hey guys! As mmm1912titanic said you guys get to have a little look at how badly Dean might be taking this little escapade that Corvalis did while in Sam's body. Enjoy! :)

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Dean wanted to kill someone. Preferably Corvalis while not in Sam's body. But Corvalis, Nox, and Sam were gone. Gone in a swirl of shotgun smoke and rising steam. Dean cursed in every language he knew how, practically tearing the skin from his wrists, but he couldn't get up, couldn't follow after his brother.

The sound of pinging gravel and a racing engine reached him, followed by another blast of Bobby's shotgun and then footsteps came back, running across the old wooden boards making them bounce. Bobby appeared, face flushed, mouth a grim line.

Without a word he crossed to Dean and slashed through his bonds with his pocket knife. Dean hissed as the rope grated at the open trenches that all the fruitless tugging had made. "Sam?" Dean asked.

"He's still alive if that's what ur askin'". Bobby ejected one of the shells and handed it to Dean. It felt oddly heavy, but light at the same time. He shook it hearing a faint sloshing and his eyebrows nearly climbed into his hairline. "Holy water? You made holy water shotgun rounds?"

Bobby shrugged, taking the shell and slotting it back into the shotgun. "Figured with all the demons after ur fool heads, it was best to come prepared. Can you stand?"

Dean nodded. But he still took Bobby's hand and let the older man pull him up. His vision darkened for a moment, head sending out a painful throb reminding him of how he'd ended up hogged tied in the first place. "God damn it," he swore, running trembling fingers through his hair. "How the hell did this happen?"

"You were set up," said Bobby heading for the front door. He pulled something from his pocket and handed it to Dean. It was small, the size of a malt ball.

"A tracer?" Dean asked. "Where the hell did you find this?"

"Not a tracer, you idgit, a bug. Someones been tapping our phone lines. They must of heard every detail of the case and decided to get here before ya." Bobby paused, a grim look tightening his features. "That or they set up the whole thing and were just bugging us to make sure you fell fur it."

Dean's fingers tightened around the bug and then he threw it to the ground and stomped on it, grinding it into the dirt. It shouldn't have made him feel any better but perversely it did. "If I ever find those bastards they're going to wish they'd stayed in hell."

"Agreed."

With hands that shook, Dean climbed into the Impala, the car roaring to life and following after Bobby. There was nothing they could do here. But there was a demon Dean wanted to talk to. And maybe stomp until he was nothing but a slimy paste across the ground.

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The drive back was made in complete silence, Dean's head hurting too much to even think of turning on the radio. Besides, it didn't feel right, listening to Metalica while Sam wasn't there to gripe at him.

Sam.

Half of Dean still couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe that he'd lost Sam. Again. The other part of him was screaming. In rage or terror he couldn't tell. He was barely aware of the miles passing and it was with some surprise that he found himself pulling to a stop in front of the junkman's house, Bobby right behind him. Without a word, Dean took the short flight of steps into Bobby's house, focus on one thing.

The book of demon summonings in Bobby's library.

The book was old, its pages faded and crinkled in the corners. But Dean flipped through it, heading for the spell they'd used only a few times before. One to bring a demon to them. Hunters don't often have call for this one. Banishing demon's is usually what the job calls for. But knowing how to bring a specific demon to you is something that came in handy once in awhile.

Like when you were dealing with a demon that was one big bag of dicks.

"A summoning?" asked Bobby. "You going to try and summon the bastard?"

"No," said Dean, heading for the supply closet. "I'm going to call his boss and torture him until he gives Sam back."

Bobby's eyebrow rose and he scratched at his forehead. "You want to tell me who that is or do I have to guess?"

"Who do you think? The dick you had the liplock with. The one you sold your soul to? Ringing any bells?"

"Crowley?" said Bobby incredulously. "You think Crowley is behind this?"

"Yeah." Dean put down the box of (mystery ingrediant) on the desk and began to draw the symbols on the page onto the hardwood using the chalk he'd found on the desktop. "The bastard who possessed Sammy claimed that the other one made a deal with him. That he'd get to possess me or some shit."

"And why didn't he possess you? Way it looked, he had you dead to rights, son."

Dean pressed so hard down on the chalk that it snapped. Swearing, he tossed the shorter piece away, but didn't continue writing. He hadn't had much time to think while it'd been happening-and he'd tried his best not to think on the drive back-but it was a good question. A damn good question. Why hadn't Nox been able to possess him? He almost had, the lingering taste of sulfur in the back of his throat attested to that, but something had stopped him. Sent his black-smoky ass packing before he could set up camp.

"I don't know," said Dean, shaking his head. "He just...couldn't."

"Couldn't? Like he tried and failed? Or like he didn't have time?"

"Oh he tried." Dean didn't look up, keeping his eyes on the lines he was drawing, making sure they connected, not wanting to admit (even to himself) that he was afraid of Bobby's reaction. "But somehow I...forced him out."

Bobby gave a sound halfway between a scoff and a snort. "That's not possible."

"Hey, on any other day, I'd agree with you one hundred percent. But I know what I felt, Bobby. The demon started coming in and for whatever reason I was able to upchuck him-like that cement sludge they call chili at Paula's Diner on Route 66."

The lightness in his tone didn't match the fear in his eyes. Freaky things happened around the Winchesters all the time. Hell, sometimes the Winchester's were the cause of those freaky things. But never before had something happened directly to Dean that he couldn't explain or blame on magic or ghosts or demons.

Whatever force expelled Nox from him-it hadn't come from outside. It'd been something that he did-subconsciously or not. And that worried him more than a little. Sam was the one with the freaky powers not him.

Not wanting to think about it, Dean finished the drawing: one long line criss-crossed by two triangles going in opposite directions, small circles at each point to hold the candles.

"Are you sure you should be doing this now?" asked Bobby, hovering at his elbow as Dean mixed the ingredients required. "We don't know what affects almost being possessed could have on you; not to mention no clue how you aren't possessed in the first place! What's to say this whole thing isn't another trap to get Crowley here and get us killed?"

"I don't know, Bobby. Why don't we ask him?"

Without looking at the other hunter, Dean knelt before the summoning ward. One flare of a match later and all the candles were lit. Without pause Dean dropped the still lit match into mixture and said the summoning, bellowing Crowley's name at the finish.

The flames flared but quickly died back to their normal height, the brief wind kicked up by the spell dying as well. "Come on, you bastard!" Dean yelled after nothing happened.

"Oh, come now," came a voice from the behind him. "Is that any way to talk to an old friend?"

Dean swiveled, gun out and trained on the demon behind him. Crowley simply smiled. "Hello boys. Miss me?"

Author's Note: And there's chapter 5! Hope all of you enjoyed this chapter! Please leave a review!