Disclaimer : I do not own ANY of the characters in this story. The Supernatural characters belong to the CW network and the characters of The Brotherhood belong to Ridley. C. James. What a pity!
A/n : Guess who's back? Yup, it's another brand new story.
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Stronger Than Blood
Chapter 1 : The Future Knight
His head hangs down, unsupported, lolling to the side, exposing his neck. His dirty, blonde hair - streaked with dirt and ash falls over his face, shielding his burning eyes from his captor's view. His arms are held back by handcuffs, cutting into his skin and he doesn't remember what they did to his shirt. Sweat sticks all over his body like a second skin and he gasps for air. His back is on fire, he's pretty sure someone put a lighter to it, and his knees hurt from kneeling too long. He tries to stand, once, twice, and fails.
He finally gives up, falling back to the hard floor, and cries out in pain. He's in some kind of ... prison. Metal bars. Concrete floor. Cracked cieling.
They watch him through the bars, eyes furious.
"Has he revealed?" one of them asks and the other shakes his head. The first man smirks," That's all right, he will soon."
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"I've called all the people I can pull up," Bobby Singer spoke, his voice frustrated," Still no sign of him."
John Winchester gritted his teeth," Well, we gotta do better than that! He's been gone for four days."
"I've tried everything I have, what do you want me to do?" Bobby half-yelled.
By the sparse light of the candle, Jim's face was angry, barely restrained," John, Robert, please keep your voices down. The boys are sleeping and they can probably hear you. Now, I know we're all frustrated by the fact that we're not getting any results, but I think the situation isn't going to get better until we can calm down and work with our minds clear."
The Hunter's Tomb was quiet for a while, each of the three other hunters processing the truth in Jim's words and all of them taking deep breaths. Finally, Winchester spoke, "Jim's right. We've got to keep our heads. We're no help to Caleb if we all goinsane."
"Okay," Joshua Sawyer leaned forward, "I've tried some of the lower location charms but they haven't worked. So, I've decided to try the other, more difficult, more powerful ones."
"Okay," Jim agreed, looking at Bobby," Meanwhile, Robert, keep looking for witnesses on the trail and John will get some well deserved rest - no, don't interrupt me, your ribs are cracked from your last hunt and after you've recovered, you can go with Bobby."
John sighed. He hated being useless, sitting in a chair while Caleb was bound somewhere, hurt - or worse. But he swallowed his protests, knowing Jim was right, he wouldn't be much use to Caleb if he ended up in the hospital.
"I just want to know why they took him. And who," Bobby ran a hand through his hair," What were they after - Caleb himself or - "
"They could be after Samuel," Joshua remarked and met John's furious eyes, "Think about it - they could be messengers from the demon."
"Just what I need," John groaned, "Another person to be taken for that yellow-eyed son of a bitch."
"John," Jim reprimanded sharply, then his voice softened, "We'll get him back, don't you worry."
"Yeah," Bobby agreed, "And they're not getting Sam either. Whatever the plan is - it's not going to happen."
"Precisely," Jim looked around the table, "All of you go to bed and try to get some sleep."
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John opened the door, slowly, and peeked inside the boys' bedroom. They were lying in the same position that he had left them in…Sam's head on his big brother's chest and Dean's arms around him, their legs tangled innocently. He smiled, involuntarily, recalling the countless number of times that Dean had crept into Sammy's crib and slept with him. They were inseparable, even is sleep. He turned to go when his six year olds voice stopped him at the door, small, sleepy and confused, "Daddy?"
John turned around, walking inside to the bed. A pair of brown eyes looked up at him and John smiled at the boy, running his fingers through the brown mop, "What is it, Sammy?"
"Caleb's not here still?" The words, spoken as if they were scared to be said out loud, pulled strings in his heart.
"No, but he will be soon," he assured and saw Sammy's eyes slip close.
"Promise?"
John swallowed the lump in his throat and murmured," Promise," before bending and kissing the little boy's forehead, "Now, go to sleep; I'll see you in the morning okay sport?"
"Okay.' Night daddy."
"Good night, Sammy."
John followed his words with another kiss and pulled the sheets tighter around the two boys, walking out and closing the door behind him.
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Something swatted at Caleb's face and he groaned, opening his eyes. The masked men were standing over him. One of them kicked at his ribs and Caleb let out a growl of fury, managing to pull himself into a sitting position, glaring up at the men.
"What the hell do you want?" he spat at them.
The brown-haired one reached down and grabbed his hair as Caleb yelled in protest, "Where is Sam?"
Even through the fog of pain, Caleb's mouth quirked upwards. There was a hint of his earlier, confident, cocky grin, "Sam who?"
The man gripped his hair tighter and shouted, leaning close to Caleb's upturned face, "Where is Sam!"
Caleb gritted his teeth against the blinding pain and muttered, "Sam. Who."
This seemed to anger the man as he let go of Caleb's hair, head banging off the wall, "Fine. Have it your way." He stood up and turned around, gesturing to the others. He got as far as the bar when Caleb's voice, low and mocking reached him, "Do your homework, asshole. You'll know where he is...and then The Brotherhood will kill you."
He strode back, grabbing Caleb's arm hard enough to bruise, "What did you say?"
"I said," Caleb looked up, meeting the man's eyes behind the mask without flinching; "The Brotherhood will kill you."
A punch was thrown to his jaw, cracking it to the side but he turned his face again, holding the other man's gaze.
"The Brotherhood," his captor started, "will be dissolved, broken, murdered if it comes to that, once I'm done with it." He spun around and strode away. After he closed the gate and locked the young man inside once again, the only thing he could hear was Caleb's gasping, breathless laughter.
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A/n : Dum, dum, dum ... dada dum, dum, dum. Yup, I'm enjoying this. Anyway, lots of hugs for my wonderful beta, supergirl3684 and to Ridley C. James for letting me borrow her characters. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up so stay tuned. Review!!