Black Dog Road

Chapter 1

"SAM!".This was the last thing Sam remembered hearing before he was taken, and then knocked out.

Hours later Sam awakes, in a dark, damp, musky room, to the sounds of chains wrapped around his feet, and his hands are tied too.

He squints in the dark and tries to sense his way around the room.

He looks towards the ceiling and sees a small window with barely a flicker of light streaming like it's almost dusk.

He hears footsteps nearing closer, so he pretends to still be unconscious when the door opens.

Someone walks towards him and seconds later he feels a blast of cold water on his face and jerks awake in response. He struggles to identify his attackers for it is still very dark in the room.

When some goon grabs his neck and keeps him still. A man in the corner speaks up.

"Sam friggen Winchester, you're getting pretty sloppy at hiding your tracks."

Sam twitches and clenches his jaw in response.

"Took me only a few days to hunt you down, after I took care of your brother of course".

"What do you want, who are you". The goon not lightening his grip on Sam's neck much.

"I've been looking for something for a very long time, and you seem to know where it is."

"How the fuck am I supposed to know what you're after?"

"What….no more psychic freak powers ? Lost your mojo have we now Austin?."

When Sam does not respond the goon grips his neck tighter to the point where his knuckles start to crack, as Sam's loosing air, a vein starts to pop out on his forehead.

"Stop…"He pleads, I-I-haven't had a vision in years… I don't know what you want". Barely gasping out the words due to the lack of breath.

"Ok… well...guess your times up bucko, no more Mr. Nice guy. Boys bring out the toys". He motions to one of them, and moments later a cart is wheeled in, he lifts up a sheet that was covering it.

Underneath we see it was hiding some sort of crown with spikes that have this oozy green liquid in it. He lifts it up and places it on top of Sam's head.

"I'm sure you'll have a blast with my little toy… now we don't need you to confess, this will make you."

"I don't know anything i swear" He yells, but it's too late, they place the artifact on his head and plunge it in his temples. "You'll have to kill me first" He says clenching his teeth, gripping at his ropes.

"Well… that's plan B" Says the man, with a smart ass smirk, that makes you want to gank him.

With that they press the spiked crown harder into his temples, and he shrieks out in pain.

Chapter 2

"You've reached Agent Tyler, if this is case related, leave me a message or try calling Agent Bonham at 555-9188".

"Damnit, Sam…."

Dean tosses his phone on the bed, after trying the 15th time to reach Sam.

He runs his hands through his hair in desperation, then takes a swig of Milwaukee Blue.

"I should have never gone on that hunt, Cas, I knew something was off about a friggin Wendigo in NY, of all places ? They totally blindsided me".

"But who's they" asked Cas.

"That's what I can't crack, I traced for sulfur, ectoplasm, talked with every crossroads bitch from here to Kentucky, even Crowley, who got away...again."

"Maybe it's vampires, or witches.. some demon we can't trace..maybe even someone working for upstairs with all this war going on.. maybe even related to Raphael." said Cas.

"Man I wish Bobby was around….He'd be right here 'hittin the books with us 'drinkin his damn whiskey... I tried his other cell 5 times already and all I got was a message that said: "get lost ya idjits, I need some me time". Even with what's 'goin on with Sam I mean he just got back from Hell months ago, and he's barely stable enough after his encounter with Death."

Cas just gives Dean a sympathetic look, and grabs his shoulder. Dean heads towards the door and says : " Look man I need some fresh air, I'll be back in a bit ok, why don't you watch some Tv or something….but hey no PPV after that pizza guy movie you saw."

"Alright..I'll just watch the show with that yellow sponge and that starfish."

Dean stares at him for a split second, then heads out.

He heads down the hall and grabs a bucket of ice, takes off in the Impala and drives past exit 5 to the 25 by Crosby, he doesn't stop til he hits some skeezeball roadhouse called Black Dog Road.

He parks the car in the back and goes inside, checking the place out, there's only a few truckers, and some waitresses, an old rusty jukebox and some bar stools,even a pool table.."if only i had someone to bet against" Dean thought when he reads a sign that says pulled pork sandwiches and heads towards it.

He decides on a pork roast sandwich with extra fries, and buys himself a bottle of Old Crow and heads back out to the car, he turns on the radio and Blind Faith is playing Can't find my way home.

Dean pounds a shot, and takes a bite of his sandwich. He grabs his cell phone and scrolls through the contacts list and stops on Lisa….but ponders for a moment before he pushes send, and glances at his watch to see it's already 1:20 am, and decides not to call, what's the point of waking her at 1 in the morning to make her worry about Sam, even though he missed her terribly, he had to fights this one on his own. He hoped that at least Ben was taking care of things in his absence.

….To be continued

:) still working on rest of chapter 2 and 3 etc :)

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