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Take the House out of Hell House

Chapter 9 - Fade to Black

Dean blinked back tears at seeing his brother in such a terrible place. He turned to Ed and Harry. "Look, I need you two to try to get into your site again and get Mordechai out of the way. I need to make a call."

Harry started to say, "But Dean, we tried. We can't-"

Dean cut him off. "I don't care what it takes... Look, you guys are ghost hunters. You need to get into the head of your enemy. Think like a demon. It was a demon who changed the passwords, so now you need to change them back!"

"But-"

"Now!" Dean's patience was wearing thin. He needed to get Sam out of the hands of a demon. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number known by heart. After a few rings, a gruff voice answered, "This is Bobby."

"Bobby? It's Dean."

"Hey Dean. What's going on?"

Dean started to pace through the trees, keeping an eye on Mordechai. "Look, I have a problem. Sam's in trouble."

"What happened?"

"We were hunting Mordechai, that spirit. But it turns out the spirit was being controlled by a demon. Now that demon has Sam in a cave here."

"What! How the hell did you let that happen?"

"Ugh, I know, it's my fault! I can't believe... I don't know what to do." Dean ran his palm over his face in an attempt to calm himself down. "I need you to try and hack into a website. It's the only way to get the spirit out of my way so I can save Sam."

"Dean, that's a rush job. I don't know how fast I can do that. If a demon is doing this, who knows what the passwords and back codes may be."

Dean bit his lower lip. "Bobby, I need you to try. It's the only thing I can think of."

"Ok, Ok, calm down son. Of course I'll try. Just hang tight all right?"

"Yea. You remember the website?"

"Uh huh, don't worry... It'll be all right Dean."

"Just hurry Bobby." Dean could hear Bobby quickly typing in the website. They then exchanged quick good-byes and Dean left Bobby to figure that out.

Dropping his green duffel to the forest floor, Dean then rummaged around and soon found John's old journal, the book that demon exorcisms were kept in. Dean found the exact page with the perfect exorcism, and then it was a waiting game. Dean couldn't take his eyes off the cave. His brother was in there. Maybe he was already dead. Then as if to assure him that he was wrong, Dean heard a shrill scream echoing inside. Dean knew that scream. Sam was really getting hurting in there. Dean was getting desperate.

Pacing the woods, Dean stopped every minute or two to check his watch, counting down the minutes, waiting for Bobby, or even Ed and Harry, to come up with any results.

It was only 40 minutes, but to Dean it was an eternity. Dean could hear scream after scream coming from the cave, and every time the shear agony of the scream would bring new tears to his eyes.

Then at that moment, Dean's phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He whipped it out and opened it before it had time to vibrate a second time. "Hello?" Dean asked desperately.

"Dean. It's Bobby again. I got in."

Dean gave a deep sigh of relief. "Oh god, thanks Bobby."

"Yea. What do you want me to do now?"

Smiling, Dean answered, "Give us the new password and we'll handle it from here. Watch the website. Concentrate on it and believe whatever we write."

"K, password's just 'Sam' with a capital 's'. Good luck Dean. Call me when you get Sam out."

"Yea. Thanks again, Bobby." Dean answered before slamming his phone shut.

Rushing over to Harry and Ed, who were fervently trying to hack the site, Dean snatched the laptop, typed in the password and was in. He got Ed to navigate him around the site. Within seconds he was a typing a whole new life for Mordechai.

"The story of Mordechai has changed alot. But with persistent investigation, we have come up with the truth. Mordechai was nothing more than a simple farmer who loved his family to no end. So when the great depression fell upon them, he felt obliged to save his family the grief, therefore, he did in fact kill them. But he did it to protect them against a great evil. Now, he lives in spirit form, protecting the innocent against evil doers. Harmless in life, now a protector in death..."

Dean typed, weaving a believable story. When he was done, he posted it and read it through. He couldn't help then, to realize just how proud Sam would have been of it. Sitting back on a nearby rock, Dean waited for this new development to spread. He could only hope it was accepted. This site was home to gruesome stories of death. Now Dean created a good history for Mordechai, so he wasn't sure how the fans would take it. He could only hope as he stared solidly at the Tibetan Spirit Sigil and concentrated all thoughts on changing Mordechai.

... ... ...

Darkness was quickly approaching. Dean had seen no change in Mordechai. But something had changed. Everything had become deathly quiet. No one moved, no one breathed, nor could Dean hear any signs that Sam was still alive inside the cave. He continued to concentrate, focus.

Hour after hour passed. The sun fell and the moon began to rise. Dean's watch beeped, alerting him to the fact that it was now 9 o'clock. Dean suddenly stood up, knocking the laptop to the ground. He growled in anger. Rashly he reached for his gun, checking the bullets, and made a bee line for the cave entrance. Harry first tried to stop him, but Dean only pushed him out of the way. He had never been nor was he now very fond of him. Ed also attempted to barricade the raged man. Dean, too, thrust him aside, a little less roughly.

Dean passed within five feet of Mordechai. No surprise to him, the spirit jumped in to protect the cave from anyone and everyone. But Dean was furious. He was not about to let this monster stop him from getting to his brother. Dean shot a few rounds into the phantom, but with a narrowing space, it soon turned into a death brawl... and only one of them could die!

Blow after blow Dean impeded on Mordechai. Of course it did nothing to faze him. Dean was too angry to care. He needed someone to inflict his wrath upon. Unfortunately, with a single sweep of his sickle, Mordechai now had the upper hand. Dean was on the ground, and from his lowered position, he could do nothing to stop the terrible beating. He was cut, scratched, and scraped. Finally, after a few moments of the struggle, Mordechai got Dean with a strong swipe to his left Achilles tendon, just above his heel, almost cutting all the way through the tendon. That was it. Dean could no longer move with any amount of stealth. His left leg was useless. Here, Mordechai stood above Dean, just as he had been above Sam, ready to kill him.

Just then, Dean's favourite HellHound charged at the creature. Ed and Mordechai tumbled to the ground. Making a desperate leap, Ed successfully disabled the spirit from his weapon. He now had the weapon and Mordechai was left with nothing... but immortality. Ed yelled at Dean, "Go get Sam! We got him here!"

Dean dragged his body over to the cave entrance. He used the rock to haul himself up. Dean knew he could not apply pressure to the leg. It only bled. Dean had to rip the bottom of his shirt off to hinder the blood. He was then on his way into the cave.

Dean began to visibly shake. All the time he had sat outside the cave, so close to his brother, the demon had a long chance to hurt Sam, maybe to the point where he could no longer function. Without Dean there, he may have finally shut down. Tears welled in the older hunter's eyes as he limped slowly through the cave.

It was dark, but his eyes had adjusted, and he was able to make out where the walls were. His first indication of life was when he came upon a sharp corner and a dim light flickered around it. Dean wasted no time. As he stepped into cavern, Dean immediately felt sick to his stomach. He was horrified!

The first thing Dean noticed was a small pool of blood, he could only guess was Sam's, along side a long, black, leather whip and a sharp carving knife. His eyes then carried on to a small, wooden chair, attached to it were brown leather straps, soaked in blood. A number of other items were in the cave, but Dean's eyes kept going, following a solid trail of blood into another corridor. He took off the safety of his Taurus 9mm gun.

Walking solidly, he crept through the passage. Hearing grunts coming from up ahead, Dean quickly felt bile rise up his throat. He nervously swallowed it back down. A brighter light flickered up ahead, and Dean desperately picked up his limping speed. But just before entering, Dean suppressed his worry and used his head. He couldn't just go bursting in there. It could do his brother more damage if he did. So, instead, he slipped into a shallow crevasse in the wall, mere inches from the entrance, listening for the opportune moment to barge in.

Oddly enough, though, Dean heard no voices, only the occasional grunt or groan from Sam. This brought Dean's worry to a new high once more. He couldn't suppress himself any longer. Carrying himself light-footed into the cavern, Dean felt bile rise once more at the sight that met his eyes on the far side of the room. Sam was lying on the ground, completely covered in his own blood, shaking uncontrollably, and barely conscious. But there was no demon in sight.

Quickly, Dean deemed the room safe to enter completely, and he wasted no time in reaching his brother's side. "Sam? Sammy, come on. Wake up." Sam stirred. "Come on baby brother." Dean tentatively checked Sam for a pulse. Within seconds, he found one, though it was weak. Dean released the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He silently thanked his father for teaching them to be strong and for telling them to hold on to life. "Sam, look at me. You're going to be fine." Tucking his gun into his waistband, he gently picked Sam up off the floor, bridal style, with much difficulty. He forced his way through the pain in his left leg.

Turning around, Dean headed back toward the cave entrance. Luck was not on his side. Dean had taken no more than three painful steps when Mordechai, show a odd sense of understanding, was dragging Ed by his right ankle on the ground and had his regained sickle to Harry's back. Harry was abruptly shoved forward toward Dean, while Ed was thrown effortlessly into the wall behind Dean where he fell with an echoing crash. Mordechai then stood guard at the entrance to that particular cavern.

Hunter instincts kicking in full blast, Dean returned Sam once more to the ground beside the unconscious and beaten Ed. Dean heard his father's words echoing in his head. Protect the innocent. You risk your life for them. And above all, protect Sam. Protect your brother, Dean. Still placing no weight on his left leg, Dean put his body between his brother plus the innocent, though idiotic, HellHounds, and Mordechai.

But Dean only had one weapon. He had nothing to protect himself with except a useless gun. He knew it wouldn't work against Mordechai, so why bother now. He would just have to make due with his own injured body. He had to take Mordechai's slowness into consideration and use it to his advantage. Dean was sure he would be able to get out himself, but he wasn't so sure as to how he would get everyone out.

"Harry, keep an eye on Sam!" Dean said with his back still turned.

"Ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Was that maniacal laughter? Dean couldn't help but shiver as feelings of dread washed over his. He knew that voice. He had it committed to memory. Turning around, Dean saw what he feared.

Sam had stood up... sporting a brand new set of midnight black eyes!

To Be Continued...

A/N: Last chapter was short, so to make up for it, I had to make this chapter long. Kind of sad, I think 2000 words is long, lol. And in my opinion this chapter wasn't great, but it wasn't bad. But I hope you enjoyed it. PLEASE let me know that I should keep going!