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A/N: Here's another chapter, after another wait. I really hope you are all enjoying so far, and thanks for all the reviews. Hope you all like this one. Thanks all.

Take the House out of Hell House

Chapter 7 - Phantom Lord

"You sneaky son of a bitch," Dean snarled at demon Angie.

Angela laughed even harder as she said, "You boys are loosing your touch. I heard you were the best there is. Frankly, I'm a little disappointed." The newly risen sun was now beginning to shine through the trunks of the trees. The light caught her eyes brilliantly. They glowed darker than any midnight.

"Lots of demons have mentioned that to us. Yet none of them seem to be alive." Dean's wide-eyed expression turned into its so well known smirk.

The demon bathed in its familiarity, hardly able to wait until she would get the chance to wipe it right off his perfectly tanned face. For now though, she was content to let him live until such a time when she would be instructed to do otherwise... or if the young eager hunter in front of her did anything rash that would accidentally get him killed.

Underneath his smirk, Dean's mind was struggling with the idea that they had let a demon go unnoticed in their midst. It was right. They were getting sloppy. And now here they were. Stuck in the middle of a forest with a black-eyed bitch without any protection.

Well... Dean quickly swung his arm behind him where Sam had prepared the salt gun behind his brother's back and now handed it to Dean. Without a moment's hesitation he shot her. Angela flew backward, hitting a tree hard, but she stood back up quickly. With the salt gun aimed at her head, she disappeared into a mass of black smoke and drifted away over the brightening canopy.

Dean sighed heavily. Harry and Ed both stood staring at the spot where their friend and fellow ghost hunter had previously been and now was not. Zeddmore's face was disbelieving and revolted all at once. Spangler's, on the other hand, was a blank canvas, no emotion portrayed. And for someone without experience at hiding emotions, like Dean, that was a bad sign. Demons were a common occurrence in the Winchester's lives. Therefore, they were just angry at it plus themselves for letting this get past their highly trained hunter instincts.

Now, the demon was gone. It was of no concern for the phantom. Within moments, Mordechai was back, wielding something quite different than the scythe. This time it was a blunt stick. To be precise, it was a staff. It was a little unbalancing to Dean and Sam. It would seem that the demon, even without the use of the laptop, could still control this creature. This would make it ever harder to fix. This hunt was becoming more than they may be able to handle. But there wasn't too long to contemplate.

Dean's game was on. He rapidly began ushering everyone back. Mordechai was in no real rush to reach them, taking his own agonizingly slow time to move. Ed even had enough time to ask, "What happened?" before Dean briskly whacked him over the head and got everyone going at a run.

Within seconds Mordechai was left in the dust. For good measure they ran for six whole minutes before Sam left out a yelp and stopped abruptly. Dean nearly ran into him, but stopped soon enough. Ed and Harry pulled in right behind the brothers.

Before, Harry was lifeless. He now became more alive and realizing the full extent of what happened, he asked, "Now what?" Ed was panting hard. Him and Harry were clutching their stomachs, keeled over, almost falling to the forest floor from lack of physical training.

Dean only shook his head as his own breaths came out hitched. Sam was leaning up against a tree, holding his own stomach and side. Dean was hovering around him. Sam's breathing was sluggish, and Dean could not help but worry. His worry was not misplaced. Quickly, Dean could see dark blood dripping down from under his tan jacket. Dean pulled the jacket off. Wrenched in blood, Sam's white shirt was pulled up, revealing a smooth sweaty chest and a newly opened wound.

With nothing to sit on, Dean gently guided his brother to the ground, holding his hand firmly over the stab wound. He quickly opened his green duffel bag and pulled out the medical kit. Sam was still panting hard, his breathing coming out shorter and shorter. Blood was being lost at an alarming rate.

Upon a quick glance, Dean knew quickly that the running had caused his little brother to pull his stitches. He of course had the necessary items in his first-aid kit, like gauze, bandages, and thread, but he wasn't sure how he could make the bleeding stop before Sam had no more blood left in him.

Sam's eyes began to glaze over and roll into the back of his head. Dean shook him hard. "Sam! Sammy, stay awake. I need you awake." Dean instructed Harry to hold onto the wound tight while he figured out a way to move him while keeping him awake.

Sam shook his head, hearing his brother's words and knowing he needed to obey.

Dean quickly made up his mind, and said to Harry, who was still holding the wound, and Ed, who was standing close by, "We need to get him out of here. I'll carry him. Harry, you have got to keep your hand over that wound. Ed, I need you to lead the way. You know these woods better than I do." At each of their nods, Dean quite deliberately took his time in picking up Sam. One hand under his knees, the other behind his back, Dean eventually got Sam comfortably in his arms. "It will be slow going, though," he added.

Harry had not let go on Sam's wound once, and, with Ed in the lead, they were off.

They were a half an hour into the mission of getting Sam out of the woods. Dean's arms had become tired for Sam was a good 4 inches or so taller. Ed was becoming less and less confident in his ability to lead the group out of the woods. He wasn't sure how far in they had ran, but he had thought they would have been able to the see the edge of the forest soon. But Harry was becoming more and more wearing as they trudged on. It was exactly 43 minutes later when Harry's eyes, despite the fact that it was only 11 o'clock, drooped and his hand slipped of his Sam's stab wound.

The lack of pressure and then the sudden push on the wound caused Sam to yelp. He flinched and wriggled in Dean's arms. Dean almost dropped Sam and had to quickly bring his brother to the ground. Harry had placed his hand back onto the wound, but the disturbance to Sam's wound had woken him, hurt him, and made him begin to bleed all over again.

"Damn it, Harry!" Dean screamed as he took over holding the wound in order to calm Sam down. He needed to keep his breathing steady or blood would pump out with no way to stop it.

Harry guiltily staggered backwards. "I'm sorry. I... I slipped. I... didn't mean to." Harry was near tears as he looked upon the older hunter's anguished face as his brother continued to lose blood... and lose consciousness.

Dean's hands were bloody, but he needed Sam to calm down, so he hastily wiped as much blood off his hand and softly places his palm over Sam's mouth. Sam struggled a little less and looked into Dean's eyes. Soon his breathing steadied, and Dean was able to say, "Ed, scout ahead. See how much farther we are to the edge of the woods. If we're close, bring the car. We can't risk the ambulance coming again, or we could be arrested."

Ed briefly nodded and took off at a dead run.

Dean and Harry turned back to Sam. Then from in front of Dean, Angie the demon appeared once more. "Maybe I can be of some service?" she taunted menacingly.

From the ground, Dean's head shot up, and he gave her his best glare.

Angie continued. "It would seem that I have been given new orders."

"By who?" Dean spat at her.

She idly waved her hand in his face. "I have been told to take Sam with me."

"You aren't taking him anywhere, you son of a bitch," Dean yelled. His right hand was still firmly over the wound, not willing to take it off, and the left hand and arm was stretched over Sam, placed on the ground on the other side of his brother's body protectively. "You will have to kill me."

"That could be arranged, I suppose. But I was told not to harm you or your brother... yet. I am just supposed to take him with me."

"And how do you plan..."

Without another word escaping his mouth, Angie waved her right hand and Dean flew in a smooth arc away from Sam, crashing into the fear-stricken Harry, and they both collided into a tree. Harry was instantly knocked out, but Dean's crash was cushioned with the HellHound's body. Dean attempted to stand, hoping beyond hope to reach his brother before that bitch. But Sam was whisked away in a cloud of black smoke along with the demon. There was no trace of his brother anymore. They were gone.

Running forward to the spot where Sam had once been lying, Dean screeched into the trees, "SAM!" before he collapsed onto his knees.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Still have Writer's block, but I sat myself down the other night and accomplished this chapter. AGAIN, this just came to me, and with this twist I have NO idea where I am going with it. It just sounded cool when I wrote it. I hope you all liked that twist. Review, please.