Hey, I would like to thank Jay, ghostlyapparition for giving me this story. It's very good and even though she's going to delete it and I'm going to put it under my name, the first 25 chapters are hers and hers alone. Thanks and I hope you enjoy it.

Sheila

Trapped

In the dark green shadows of the deep woods, he came. The moon rose high in the sky, and shone its light over the earth. It was one hour before midnight and all was restless. The stars shone like a million little diamonds and twinkled in the summer sky. It was June. It was hot and sticky.

The demon's name was Sebastian and he was ecstatic. The two hunters had come to him, to destroy him, but were not successful. His eyes shown with victory and glowed with the thrill of the chase.

Many had come before them, all seeking his head. All of them had failed. None had even gotten close and paid with their lives. He walked around the circle that outlined the clearing. He looked up at the sky and began to ponder his options. What would he do with them? He was not sure.

He was surprised that the two young men had gotten as far as they had. Nobody else had ever been able to get that close. Something was special about those two that got him to wondering. He wanted to see what it was. He wanted to know the answer. "What would happen if they were controlled? What if only one was?

He crossed his arms across his chest and began to think. The wheels in his head began turning. They were brothers. He knew that, just as he knew his own name. The older one was very protective of the younger. No matter what the younger had done, and even though he was well able to hold his own when the battle ensued, the older one was never to far from the younger and he watched him like a hawk to make sure he remained ok.

"What would happen," he thought, "If the younger one was turned against the older? It might be fun to find out, the demon mused. He raised his hands and the wind began to blow. What if the older was turned against the younger? "That would be even more interesting," he thought. He shook his head and turned his face toward the sky, speaking Gaelic. Lightning began to slice through the night. Sebastian grinned as an evil thought began to form.

"What would happen indeed," he said aloud and turned to walk back onto the woods. "We'll just have to fine out."

"Sam," yelled Dean. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," said Sam and rose to his feet. He was unsteady and Dean had to support him. His head was spinning and he was having a hard time focusing.

"Are you sure," asked Dean nervously as he helped his brother over to a large tree branch to sit down. "Don't lie to me. If you're hurt, I want to know it. Understand?"

"I'm okay," answered Sam and brought a shaky hand to his head. Dean quickly switched to protector mode and began giving him the once over to make sure. When he was satisfied that Sam was okay, or as okay as he could be after being attacked by a demon, he began to relax a little, but kept a watchful eye on him just to be sure. Then and only then did Dean himself begin to tremble.

Sam quickly looked at Dean. "Are you," he asked and noticed that he was shaking, even though he was trying to be strong for Sam. A small trickle of blood ran down his right temple but he didn't feel it.

"You're bleeding," Sam said and raised a hand to help. Dean stepped back and touched his head, just noticing it was sticky with blood. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a hankercheif. "Shit," he said as he wiped off the blood. He looked at Sam, and the worry on his baby brother's face.

"I'm ok," he said and grinned a little for Sam's benefit. He didn't want him to worry. He wanted him to stay calm. The truth was that he was having a hard time focusing himself. He didn't want to tell Sam though because he didn't want him getting upset. He grinned again for Sam's benefit, but Sam wasn't buying it. Still he tried. Sam shook his head.

"Are you sure," he asked, even though he knew the answer. Dean was more shaken then he'd let on, but Sam was not an idiot. He knew his brother and knew when something wasn't right. "Dean," he said.

"Yeah," said Dean, even though he wasn't. He lied. "I'm sure." Sam nodded and didn't press it. He wasn't convinced. Dean had received a hard blow and something had transpired. Sam could feel it, but he kept it to himself. He looked into the woods. "What had happened," he thought. It was suppose to be easy. They knew what to expect. They had prepared for war and had known exactly what to do, but something went wrong. Terribly wrong, and they didn't know why.

Sam looked at Dean suspiciously. If he wasn't okay, and he knew he wasn't, be would never tell him because he was the oldest. He was the one that was always supposed to watch out for Sam. He'd never tell him the truth and that truth was that he was really hurt.

"What happened?" Dean attempted to walk around but stopped when he got dizzy and held on to the branch so he didn't fall. "What went wrong?" He folded up the hankercheif and stuffed it back in his pocket. "Sam?" he questioned when Sam didn't answer. He looked at his baby brother, waiting for him to shed some light. "We were ready. We knew what to expect. What happened?"

For a few minutes, Sam didn't say a word, but then, "I have no idea," he said.

"Was that your vision? Did you know what we would face?" Sam shook his head. "No," he said. "I didn't know it would be a demon. My vision was of three people being attacked. I didn't see what it was that attacked them. I was expecting a spirit. A ghost. I expected almost anything, but I wasn't expecting that."

"Well we are going to have to talk about that soon. There's got to be a way to control it. We should have known it wouldn't be easy. It never is. Nothing that ever happens to us is that easy. I guess that will never change."

"I guess not," said Sam getting to his feet, or attempting to anyway." He stumbled and almost fell. "Sam," said Dean and reached out to steady him. "What's going on?"

"I don't know," answered Sam. "I really don't know." Dean looked at him, getting worried all over again. He whirled when he heard a noise. "Come on. Let's get out of here." Sam nodded. Dean put an arm around his brother's waist for support and they both turned to go.

"Where do you two think you're going," a voice rang out. Sam and Dean looked around. Both heard the voice but neither seen the source. "Come on," said Dean, his worry turning to fear. They started walking again but when they reached the clearing, they both were shoved toward the center.

"What the hell," said Dean as he and Sam tumbled into the circle? "Dean!" said Sam nervously. "What's going on?"

"I don't know," said Dean getting to his feet. He reached a hand down and helped Sam up. The two stood and waited. The wind began to howl. The lightning sliced the night. The two hunters gawked as the trees in front of them seemingly parted.

"Oh man," said Dean and Sam just stared. Sebastian walked into the clearing and glared at the two before them. "Well now," he said. "What do we have here?"