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Sam Screamed until his throat felt raw, finally finding his sense he grasped on to the knife he held in his free hand, bringing it over the side of the bed and onto the larger hand that held his. He watched the blood ooze from the old mans hand, but the man didn't flinch.
Sam watched horrified as he dug the knife in deeper, he could feel the blood begin to loosen the grasp between their hands, making it easier for the young Winchester to tear away from the mans grasp.
Sam reacted quickly once his hand was free, jumping off the bed, the blood soaked knife still grasped firmly, he ran to the door, he could hear the low laugh of the man as he moved from under the bed, rising slowly, "Come here boy, I just want to play" he said towering over the small Winchester who cowered at the blood stains that covered the mans cloths.
"Holy Shit" Sam said wide eyed, finally seeing the intruder in his entirety, grabbing the door handle and the flinging it open wanting to get as much distance as he could between him and the deranged man standing in his bedroom.
He ran down the hall to the stairs, his thoughts drifting to the image of the red stains, the thought of his brother screaming out, 'it can't be deans blood' he said to himself as he bounded down the stairs, his small legs moving as fast as they could down the big steps, trying to push the thought of his brother out of his head, he had to concentrate on finding a hiding spot, then finding Dean.
His feet landed on the main level and he instantly darted into the dark, hoping the shadows would hide him until he found a spot to crouch in. The young Winchester gripped the knife tightly as his eyes searched frantically, his head turning to the stairs as he heard the heavy footsteps reached the top step, he quietly maneuvered himself away from the captor's eyes.
The psycho, better known as David Anthony Green, or Davy to those he tortured, enjoyed the thrill the two boys had given so far, at first he had be slightly disappointed that it was only the boys, he always loved the thrill of torturing a good wholesome family. But two boys who tried to put up a fight, that, that was next on his list of favorites.
His sinister voice echoed through the empty house, "Come here little boy, lets go get your brother so we can play." He enjoyed the thought of the little boy cowering in some dark spot, trying to control his shaky breathing so he wouldn't be found, but Davy always found his prey.
Sam heard the mans calls, the thought of seeing his brother tempting, but his young mind knew better, he knew to stay where he was, trying to listen and gauge where the man was.
The younger brother had managed to cower away in one of the Kitchen cupboards, thankful that his dad wasn't one for pots or pans. He sighed at the thought of his dad, wondering where he was, when he was going to come and save the day, to save Dean.
A silent tear fell, Sam was scared, not only for himself, but for Dean as well; he wanted Dean to be with him.
Heavy footsteps came into the kitchen causing the young boy to quiet himself and control his breathing. He watched the shadow of the mans feet pass by his small hiding spot, gripping his knife tight, ready to strike if his cupboard opened. As much as he tried not to shake, he couldn't help the small tremors coursing through his body, causing the knife to shake ever so slightly in his grasp.
'Please go away, please go away, please go away' became the small boys mantra.
He breathed a sigh of relief as the footsteps made their way out of the kitchen and further into the house, his young body visibly relaxing as he tried to think of his next move.
'Do I stay here? No… eventually he'll find me if I stay here! Dean! I'll go find Dean, I have to find him, he'll know what to do, and he'll protect me." His heart fell as he thought of the loss of protection, his mind switching from Dean to Rags, his beloved friend; tears feel once more as he thought of his puppy whom he hadn't heard since the man had come into the house. "I have to find Dean" he whimpered deciding that it was time to move.
The young hunter opened the cupboard quietly, peering through the small crack, happy that the man was no where in sight. His grip on the knife tightened once more as he climbed completely out of the cupboard, being as silent as he could.
The young Winchester looked out into the house, hoping that the man hadn't heard him; there was no movement in the house.
Sam thought of where his brother might be, he hadn't seen his big brother anywhere on the main floor when he had first come down the stairs, and he would have heard his brother if he had been put upstairs, that left only one place, and even if Dean wasn't there he was sure it would be good for hiding.
He quietly made his way to the basement door which was beside the kitchen entrance, looking out into the main floor once more, his heart thumping a mile a minute, taking a deep breath and gathering his wits, he had always hated the dark basement of the old house, but as of right now it was the only part of the house without the scary man.
Sam quietly snuck into the basement, the darkness engulfing him immediately as he shut the door behind him. The shaking returning to his body once more, his fear of the dark coupled with Dean missing and the man in the house too much for his young mind to handle as he let out a wretched sob, the tears flowing as he took his first step down the stairs, his need for Dean coming through his tears as they started to make the collar of his pajamas wet.
Taking another step in the dark, even in his emotional breakdown the young Winchester new better than to turn the light at the top of the stairs on, the potential of the light jeopardizing where he was, he knew he had to wait until he reached the bottom, then, then he could get rid of the darkness.
Sams grip on the knife tightened with every step he took, his free hand trailing on the wall beside him.
Another step, another quiet sob as he felt the wall come to an end, open space and endless darkness on either side of him.
The young boys voice cracking as he called desperately for Dean, a quiet sob following, "Dean?"
No response, Sam clung to the knife with all his life, he just wanted Dean to come out and make things better.
He whispered once more, but received no response, he gasped as he felt the change from the hardwood stair turn to the soft gravel of the basement. His breath hitched as he heard a soft creak ring off the basement walls. His small head whipped around, the darkness making it impossible to judge what had made the sound. He searched desperately for the string to turn the light on, anxious for its soft glow, his small hands finally clasped around the string, pulling it down, the bright light filling the basement, causing the young hunter to close his eyes, opening them slowly, squinting to get used to the new light.
Sam quickly took in his surroundings, looking for any signs of the scary man on either side of him, happy to see no man in the basement he turned to glance back up the stairs, his eyes widening as he noticed the door open just a crack.
'I had closed it' he thought to himself, his heart beating wildly, he brought the knife up ready to attack.
But not having the chance to as he felt two strong arms wrap around his small frame, lifting him up off the ground, the knife falling to the dirt floor.
Sam screamed as he tried to struggle, but the arms were too strong, he winced as the arms squeezed him tight, the warm breath of the man against his neck.
"Such a pretty boy, both you and your brother, so pretty" Davy sneered enjoying the struggle the small boy gave.
"Dean! Don't touch my brother! Deeeaaannnn! Help… please"
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Dean struggled in the cellar, he had heard it all, had heard his brothers first scream and then the little patter of him running down the stairs.
'Get out Sammy, Run!' he prayed, but heard no front door shut.
The older brother waited in the silence, trying to listen for any little sound from his little brother, but nothing, it was as if he had been swallowed up into a black hole, the darkness blinding him and the silence deafening.
'Please be okay Sammy' he thought to himself fighting the bonds on his wrists, ankles and the gag that had been shoved into his mouth.
He wanted to call out to his little brother, let him know everything would be okay, that he was going to kill the sick bitch in the house, and if he laid one hand on Sammy he would make sure it was a tortuous death, but his cries absorbed by the black cloth covering his mouth.
The older Winchester listened once more as he heard small steps on the basement stairs and the quiet, sobbing whisper, of his brother.
His mind screamed out, wanting to tell his brother he was here, but he knew he couldn't make too much noise, he didn't want to attract the psycho to his brother. He listened as his brother called out once more, in his mind it was a constant scream of 'Sammy!', but he kept quiet, his brother was smart, he'd find him.
Dean heard the soft creak, and how his brother's actions had panicked at the noise, his eyes widened as he fought the ropes on his wrists and ankles with new urgency. He cried out, his cries muffled as he heard his brothers screams, he squirmed on the floor, fighting the rope.
He felt no pain as the ropes ate away at the skin on his wrists, the blood beginning to pool in his clenched fists as the rope dug deeper and deeper, his brothers cries urging him on.
Dean started to scream for his brother, the gag slowly loosening with every "Sammy" that passed through his lips, tugging away at the constraint until it finally fell away, freeing his voice.
"I'll Kill you! You son of a Bitch! Don't you fucking think about hurting my Brother!"
The cellar door opened wide revealing the sick old man holding a still struggling Sam.
"Dean" Sam cried out, his cheeks red from all the tears.
"Sammy!" Dean called back, still struggling, "I'll kill you!" he threatened again, causing the man to smile.
"Well Sammy and Dean is it? Since introductions have been made, I'm Davy and trust me boys, we're going to have a very fun night" he said, laughter laced through his voice, he couldn't wait for the night to begin.
AN: Wasn't tonights episode amazing?? I think so!
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