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“See Dean, you are really pissing me off. I tell you to stop disrespecting me and then you try to yell at me again. This should keep you quiet while I punish you for your disrespect by having some fun with Sam.”
Dean looked at Sam’s panicked eyes. Dean desperately wanted to erase the panic from his little brother’s eyes, he wanted to comfort Sam, he wanted to protect Sam, he wanted to go back in time and never come to this horrific house, but Dean realized that the Rolling Stones were right on in saying ‘You can’t always get what you want.’
Dean kept eye contact with Sam, hoping the simple action would offer some comfort to his brother. Dean felt his heart break when Sam blinked and several tears rolled down his cheeks. Both boys terrified of what ‘play’ meant to a psychotic ghost. The boys were about to find out.
Dean yelled into the tape when Tommy backhanded his little brother across the face. Sam let out a quiet groan. He was desperately trying to not give Tommy the satisfaction of knowing how much his slaps hurt.
Tommy looked at Dean who was staring wide eyed at the blood dripping from Sam’s split lip and smiled the most maniacal smile Dean had ever seen. At that instant Dean knew this was just the beginning of the fun Tommy planned on having with Sam.
Dean closed his eyes and heard the sound of fleshing hitting flesh. “Dean-o, you are not going to want to miss this fun, kiddo,” Tommy laughed.
Dean opened his eyes, afraid that Tommy would hurt Sam more if he did not watch. For several agonizingly long minutes, Dean was forced to watch as Tommy viciously beat his little brother in the face.
After the first few hits, Sam could not hold in the cries of pain, and with each hit Dean was forced to hear his Sammy cry out in pain. Dean felt his body tense with each hit. He tried to yell through the tape, but nothing more than a muffled sound could be heard. Tears streamed down Dean’s cheeks as he watched the torture his little brother endured. Sam was crying hysterically and screaming in pain with each punch. Each punch resonated off the walls, shaking Dean to his very core each and every time.
After what seemed like an eternity, the assault ceased. Dean finally got a good look at his brother and became nauseous at what he saw. Sam’s face was littered with vicious red marks and cuts. His right eye had already swollen shut. Sam’s face was horribly swollen and blood-covered.
Sam was barely aware of what was going on. He could not get his mind to focus through the pain. His eyes resided at half-mast as he simply tried to breathe through the pain. Tears continuously traced paths through his blood-covered cheeks.
All Dean wanted to do was hug his little brother, comfort him, and patch him up, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even talk to Sam to whisper reassurances to his baby brother because of the damn duct tape. All Dean could do was stare wide-eyed at Tommy Jones through the tears that were continuously filling his eyes.
Tommy looked over at Dean. “Well, Dean-o did that teach you a lesson.”
Dean’s shoulders shook as he quietly sobbed. He dropped his head to his chest and slowly nodded yes.
Tommy smiled. “Good! Well boys the first period was a blast, but I think it is time for an intermission.”
Tommy then walked over to Sam and picked up the chair he was in. “Visitor’s team locker room is through door number one.”
Tommy then took Sam through the door Dean had seen earlier and harshly set him down before coming back out to Dean.
While Tommy was moving Sam, Dean thought about what Tommy had said. He had used hockey references. There were three periods in hockey, meaning if that was period one, than Tommy had two more ‘periods’ planned before Dean assumed both he and Sam would be dead.
Dean felt his stomach drop as he realized that his little brother could easily die now because of his overzealousness in coming to this truly haunted house.
A minute later Tommy walked back out in the room and ripped the tape from Dean’s mouth. Dean let out an involuntarily cry of pain.
“Please,” Dean sobbed, “Please just let my brother go. You can do whatever you want to me; just please not my little brother. I’m begging you.” Dean sobbed.
“No can do Dean-o. See we are just getting started. I have to torture you both a little more and then comes the best part. You are going to take this gun,” Tommy pulled out a gun from the waistband of his jeans, “and you are going to kill Sam. Then you are going to kill yourself.”
Dean glared at Tommy through the tears in his eyes. “I would never hurt my brother.”
Tommy chuckled. “I said that too, but don’t worry Dave helped me pull the trigger and I will help you.”
“Wh-Wh-What?” Dean stuttered.
Tommy kneeled down so he was eye level with Dean. “Oh yeah kid. See Dave grabbed my hand and made me pull the trigger that released the bullet that killed my brother and then he helped me do the same to myself. He said that even though he was somewhat forcing me, I was the one who was actually doing it, so it was my fault. Let me tell you Dean. It was all my hand on that gun, not Dave’s.”
Dean let his head drop and he watched two tears drip onto his jeans. He was going to kill Sammy. That was the end of the game here. He was going to be forced to kill his little brother. Dean felt his heart shatter into millions of pieces.
Tommy smiled at Dean’s pain and then swung his arm back and threw a few vicious punches at Dean’s face. Then Tommy left the room. Dean groaned through the pain and then allowed the tears he had been trying to suppress, flow freely down his face as his teenage body was racked by sobs.
Sam sat in the chair in the dimly lit room simply trying to breathe through the pain. His face had never hurt so badly before. His head felt like it was run over by a car and then stamped on by elephants.
Sam allowed himself to silently cry for several minutes before he worked to compose himself. Sam then looked around the room he was in. Blood littered the walls and floors of this room as well. Sam could only imagine the torture other younger siblings had endured in this very house.
Suddenly, Sam’s musings were interrupted by the appearance of a boy around Dean’s age in the far corner of the room.
“Hey you,” Sam called to the boy.
The boy focused on Sam.
“Please can you help me,” Sam begged the boy.
“No sorry,” responded the boy.
Sam stared open-mouthed at the boy. “Why?” Sam asked in shock.
“I’m not sure. I just can talk to the little siblings in here.”
Sam became curious. “How long have you been here?”
“A long time,” the boy cryptically responded.
“Well my name’s Sam and my brother Dean is out there.” Sam pointed to the door.
The boy’s image flickered as he responded; “My name is Jamie, and my brother Tommy is also out there.”
“Wait you’re Jamie Jones?” asked Sam in shock.
“Yeah. It’s nice to meet you Sam even though in a few hours you’ll be dead like all the others.”
Sam gulped at the words Jamie said. He was going to be dead. What? He was ten years old for goodness sake.
“Wh..wh..what?” Sam stuttered.
“Look Sam you seem like a good kid and I can see my brother already did a number on you, but this isn’t the end of it. Dave made my brother kill me and then he killed himself. Tommy’s been doing the same thing to siblings who come here.”
Sam felt his eyes well up with tears. “Can’t you help us out? I don’t want to die Jamie. I don’t want my brother to die.”
“I can’t Sam. I can’t touch you, but I mean what Dave did to my brother was horrific. He just was so angry and depressed when he died he was somehow able to possess someone. I never could. I am just stuck here. I just want my big brother back, but he doesn’t even realize I’m here.”
Sam was terrified, but still managed to ponder over the information. “You are a really talkative ghost.”
“Well it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do. I just sit here and watch my brother torture siblings like we were.”
Sam saw Jamie drop his head to his chest. Sam felt bad for Jamie. Jamie was tortured in his life and was now being tortured in death. “Why are you stuck here Jamie. You don’t seem like an angry ghost.”
“I don’t know Sam. I’m not angry. I just want to go to the after-life. I’m a believer in heaven and I want to go there. My mom and dad are dead. I heard the last two brothers here talking about that. I just want to see them again, but I can’t. I’m stuck here. It’s like I’m in limbo. I obviously can’t officially come back to the land of the living, but for some reason I can’t move on either. The only explanation I can think of is that I’m stuck here because of Tommy. I loved my brother. He was my hero. I think I can’t let go until Tommy lets go.”
With that, Jamie went to turn to leave.
“Wait!” Sam called. He clenched his teeth as a wave of pain washed over his face. “Please don’t leave me. I’m scared.”
Jamie turned back to Sam. “It’s okay kid. I’ll stay with you until the end.”
Sam felt fresh tears slide down his cheeks at Jamie’s last statement.
Once John had driven three hours to Illinois and met up with Bobby, both men realized they were missing some of the supplies they needed for an incantation.
“crap!” John yelled.
“Johnny, it’s okay we’ll just head back to Indiana and pick up the stuff. No one’s gonna go in that house. We can take care of it tomorrow.”
“Yeah I know you’re right I just really wanted to get this damn case over with tonight,” John said as both men hopped into the impala.
“Yeah but now you can check up on the boys.”
John started the car and pulled out of the motel parking lot. “I trust Dean Bobby.”
“I know you do and Dean is a trustworthy kid. Which speaking of Dean, I think this is a great opportunity to grab Dean. He should come on this hunt with us.”
“But what do we do about Sam?”
“The boy can stay in the hotel room. I mean you had Dean babysitting Sam at age ten.”
“You’re right Bobby. We’ll bring Dean along only if the house is still standing and the boys aren’t killing each other,” John said with a chuckle.