Torn Apart Chapter One
Panda13216"Are you sure you'll be okay Sam?" Dean asked as he slipped his coat on. Sam sat on the bed with a casted foot up on the bed sheets. Dean wouldn't have left unless he had to, and in this case they were out of painkillers. Sam would be feeling that soon.
"Mhm." Sam replied. He shifted slightly on his pillows with a book in his hands. Knowing Sam he'd get through that eight hundred page book in two days.
"You sure?" Dean asked again. Sam sighed in response but nodded. Dean looked back but closed the door behind him and watched his little brother disappear behind solid oak. He left his door keys with Sam, which at the moment seemed like the right move.
Time Lapse!
Dean had the bag of medicine in his right hand and nothing in his other. There weren't the painkillers Sam liked, so it took Dean a while to decide which ones sounded best. He pressed his hand on the door and knocked three times which was the code they had decided on.
No answer.
"Sam?" Dean asked. He thought the kid had managed to fall asleep while reading his long book. "Sam?" He asked with more force this time.
No answer.
"Sammy?" Dean called again. His heart quickened at the silence. He was lucky they were in an almost abandoned town, and an almost abandoned hotel. Only people he knew were here was the receptionist and even they didn't live here.
"Sam!" Dean pushed his fist against the door only to let it slid down with no response. "Sam!"
"My gosh, we didn't kill him." A voice came from behind him. Dean turned swiftly only to find two guns pointing at him from both sides.
How had he not heard them come in? It must've been the deathly silence coming from the room to which he wanted a response from. "Where's my brother?" Dean growled.
"Nowhere important." The one on the left responded. He had short black hair and tan skin, accompanied by a farmers tan. He had sparking blue eyes and a scar running down his left cheekbone.
"I think it's pretty important!" Dean almost screamed. He had dropped the bag of medicine, and had both of his hands out in a fighting pose.
"Well, it's not." The other one answered. He flicked back his 'Bieber' styled hair and narrowed his grey eyes. "We just needed something from him. Something important."
"I don't give a dang if it's important!" Dean raised his voice and let it fall as they cocked their gun.
"Listen. My cousin and I go out in peace, or we shoot your little brother on the spot. Understood?" Blue eyes told him. Dean put his arms behind his back and let them leave without a fight. Afterwards he slammed open the door and walked around.
There was way more signs of struggle than he thought. The book Sam was reading was torn, the bed covers sprawled out on the floor, but the most important was the open window. Outside it was a small ladder and a Sam sized blood splatter on the carpet. Dean felt as if his heart just ripped out of his chest. He breathed in heavily before letting the air slip back out of his mouth.
As if on cue, his phone rang at that moment. Dean jumped at the sound of it, but picked it up without checking who it was at all.
"So, you met my sons?" The voice said. It had a cool collected sound as if he was calm that he just kidnapped a Winchester.
Dean only grumbled and tightened his grip on his phone. There was a sigh from the other line before he continued.
"Okay, well let's just prove I've got your brother here." Dean awaited the sound of Sam but there was nothing. He heard the sound of knuckles hitting skin and then an unmistakable cry of pain coming from Sam. 'Arugh!'
"There." The voice continued. It cracked its neck before it let Dean answer.
"I don't care who you care. But I'm going to kill you. I'm going to watch the light fade from your eyes." Dean threatened. The voice just chuckled before it concluded.
"Good Luck." It added its effect by hitting Sam once more so Dean could just hear what he couldn't help just yet.
There was dead silence on the other line. Then the women came on "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help, press one, and then dial your operator."
Dean breathed and felt as if he would choke on pure air. How was he going to find Sam? It didn't matter, he already knew the voice and if he needed too, he would track it. He would make sure that man paid. They should know you don't tease one Winchester brother with the other it won't work out. Ask Gordon or Death, they'd tell you.
There was a weak feeling in Dean's knees as if he'd fall down each time his heart moved. It felt like it had stopped though, like the presence of Sam was the thing that kept it pumping. It was okay though he was getting his brother back, no matter what.
Sam's Point Of View Now!
Sam watched the bearded man walk back and forth before stopping, staring at Sam and continuing. It was a little disturbing as he looked at Sam like he could get away, he was bound pretty well. He blew out at the corners of his mouth as the younger of the sons looked at his leg.
"What happened there?" He expected Sam to answer but he didn't. Sam stared blankly into his face, giving the best jerk face he could.
The man rolled his eyes and walked off; Sam smirked in response. It only bothered him that his brother wasn't here, that he couldn't move, and well everything else. To be truthful this sucked and he told Dean he'd be alright. He focused his eyes and tried to see the figures in front of him, but they remained dark silhouettes.
"Just say something already." The light blue eyed one told him. Sam opened his mouth and popped his jaw before saying something.
"Just explain what you want." Sam growled. He pressed his head back on the concrete wall he was attached too.
"Nothing." The grey eyed one smiled showing yellow stained teeth. Sam tilted his head in response as the bearded one laughed.
"We don't need you, we need your brother." The oldest one replied to the confused expression on Sam's face.
"He's your weakness stupid. He's gonna come and get you," The blue eyed one sighed as he watched Sam.
Sam didn't reply. He stared at the ceiling and wondered what Dean was doing. The worst thing was that Dean would do exactly what he said. Dean would come, and Dean would help him. At least Dean could defeat them, Dean could destroy them. And since they had Sam he was going to be ready to rip their heads off. Sam already knew this, for he couldn't count how many people Dean was ready to kill on his account.
It didn't matter how long, Dean was going to find him, and he was going to kill whoever had him.
A/N Yeah, this is another chapter book from me. I hope ya'll enjoyed, and be ready for more coming soon. I had this idea a while back, so I think I've got a nice amount of stuff to share! So um, hope you enjoyed! Again! Bye! –Panda
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