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A/N: Thanks for the reviews on my last chapter. Not as many as I thought, but it was almost expected because I posted it over the long weekend. So, thanks all! Here's the next chapter!

Take the House out of Hell House

Chapter 8 - Frantic

"Damn it!" Dean screamed in agony. Once again, he had let a demon get them better of him, and now his brother was in big trouble. Dean could only think about how he lets his brother down, time and time again. Now Sam was in the hands of a demon!

Snaps of branches and twigs cut through Dean's thoughts. He twist his body around to confront whomever was coming. But upon seeing Ed running rapidly toward him, Dean fell once more upon the forest floor.

As he approaches, Ed reported, "We are a good 10 minutes from the car now. Sam should... be... just... Where's Sam?" Ed was answered by silence. "Dean, what happened?"

Dean had been on his hands and knees, shaking with anger and frustration. Raising his head, he looked at Ed. Ed visibly shrank back from the glare directed at him. He had no idea why the hunter was so angry with him. And he had seen from experience, when provoked Dean can get very nasty to whomever happens to get in his way. But he was thoroughly surprised when Dean's voice held no angry, only extreme hurt.

"The demon took him." With the simple statement of admittance, Dean picked himself up off the ground, and looked 360 around the forest. The sun was now flooding in through the canopy and tree trunks. It illuminated the surrounding with a brilliant glow of soft gold. But Dean was still angry. He then turned to the two HellHounds and said, "Call the cops. Tell them someone has gone missing in the woods and wait for them at the edge of the forest. I am going to go looking for Sam." And with that, he took off, leaving two very bewildered ghost hunters behind.

Dean ran, and ran, and he kept of running. He had NO idea where he was going, but he needed to find Sam. He must have been running for over 20 minutes before he was forced to stop from lack of breath. Bent over, hands on his knees, Dean glances around the well lit forest. He hadn't found any other boundries anywhere. He was beginning to think that this forest went on forever, but her knew that was wrong.

Determined, Dean set out again, this time turning right and running that way. Another 10 minutes of running proved unfruitful. Breathing hard, Dean searched for anything that could help him. He had no idea what to do. "Sam!" he screamed. "Sammy!"

Again he turned right, running back the toward to general direction of the forest edge. Five minutes past, then 10, 15 minutes passed when Dean heard a faint sound. He stopped so as to concentrate on it. There were voices. He jogged toward them, keeping his guard up with his gun in hand. It didn't take long to find the source.

Soon, Ed and Harry came into sight. They were both completely out of breath, but despite that, they were glad to have finally found Dean. But Dean was confused. "Where's backup?"

"We called, but they didn't believe us. They thought it was a prank," Harry attempted to explain.

"You mean they're not coming?" Harry nodded. "Damnit!" Dean shouted, turning around angrily. "I have no idea where Sam is."

Harry replied, "Sam may not even be in the forest anymore. For all we know-"

He was cut off. "Look, this is all we've got. We have no idea where Sam is, so the best we can do is search the forest and go from there. Now, you guys know these woods pretty good. Do you know of any place where someone could hide?"

Both boys shook there head.

"Anything. An old house? A hollowed out tree? Hell, even a hole in the ground?"

Ed and Harry continued to shake their heads, but Ed's face then became one of wonder. "Wait, what about that cave?" Harry looked at him. "Remember? Angie found it in here not too long after we got here. We never even went in it, though, because of the weird noises from inside."

"We thought it was a bear cave!" Harry said with triumph, a sudden realization coming over him.

Dean nodded his approval to Ed. "So, where is it?"

Ed and Harry both quickly lost the smiles on their faces. "Ummm, where are we right now?"

Dean glanced at the sky through the canopy and determined the time of day with the angle of the sun. He then pointed behind Ed and Harry, toward where they had just run from. "That's east."

Ed walked to his right, the approximate north. "It's that way. We should be close."

Dean smiled. "Good. Let's go." They all took off at a run again. Dean was eager. They may finally have an answer. Dean's smile grew wider as a steep cliff came into view. Running right into the wall, Dean had both palms on the big rock as he looked up it. It wasn't very tall, but big enough to hide a cave.

"It's somewhere along here," said Ed.

Dean nodded. "Let's try left first."

Within minutes, Dean, Harry, and Ed all saw what they sought. Indeed there was a cave. But there was a problem. Mordechai stood outside it, like a common guard. Dean attempted to approach, but the spirit used his brand new sickle in order to keep Dean away from his target. They all kept a safe distance. One where Mordechai wouldn't approach them. Then, Dean yelled, "Come on out, you son of a bitch!"

Within seconds, Angie appeared at the entrance to the cave... with a half unconscious Sam by her side. Angie was supporting him, keeping him on his feet, while he wavered back and forth. "Just in time," she yelled back. "I was just about to grab my whip."

Upon a closer examination of Sam, Dean discovered more areas covered in blood, on his legs, arms, chest, and even face. They were all covered in blood. "Let him go!" Dean desperately shouted.

"I don't think so. Sam and I are having so much fun." A malicious grin appeared on her face, and her black eyes flashed before she pulled out a large hunting knife and cut Sam across his quivering chest, taking her own agonizingly slow time. Sam tried hard to supress a scream of pain as he made a weak effort to wriggle away from the bitch, which only made her cut deeper.

Sam's shoulder's slumped. He lifted his head and when he saw Dean he whispered, "Run," before he was dragged back into the dark torturous cave.

To Be Continued...

A/N: I can't help it. I love hurting the boys! I'm sorry. Sorry it's short. Next chapter will be normal I hope. Leave a review on your way out. Thanks!