Chapter 2
It had been the perfect plan, she had known that for certain, and now it was going off without a hitch. As a matter of fact, it was going much better then she had intended. Sure, she had never intended to go as far as to damage the younger Winchester's sight with a hot iron poker, but now that it was done, she didn't regret it.
After all, Sam and Dean had murdered her entire family; and although that cop had nothing to do with it, the cop that her family had caught along with Sam many years ago had helped murder her father. And that was inexcusable. Nobody hurt her family and got away with it.
Of course, that was 8 years ago and she was only 13 at the time, but she still remembered it. And now because of what her family had taught her about the hunting business, she was fully intent on taking over for them. She was smarter, she was older and she had learned a lot in those years. She was Missy Bender after all.
She remembered how she had stalked the younger Winchester boy for weeks before she had finally made her move. She had to admit, for somebody who had appeared to be smart and strong, Sam was nothing but a big marshmallow inside and it took her no time at all to put her plan in motion.
Of course, since the cop was at that cabin with Sam, she had to be extra careful to not get caught; but now that she thought back on it months later, she had to smile to herself. Some hunters they were, they never saw her coming, she knew it. Missy had taken them both by complete surprise and she had to contain herself from laughing too much or too hard in their presence. That would have to be saved for a later date.
And now, as she closed Sam's cell phone with a cruel grin, Missy rolled her eyes to herself and tucked the phone back into her pocket. What a complete moron Sam's brother was. For someone who had disappeared on his brother so suddenly, she had thought that would only make him smarter; she thought that make him realize there was nothing he could do to protect his precious baby brother, especially from her.
And of course, Dean was too late this time around. When the older brother had shown up unexpectedly at her parent's home all those years ago to rescue Sam, Missy knew right then that she couldn't afford to lose, even if her family ended up dead. And that meant that she had to learn to be smarter then this nut job.
And lo and behold, it worked. It worked like a charm.
Dean had no clue in his brain what she had in store for him when he would come barging in, guns blazing. She wasn't stupid, it was so obvious just from the tone of his voice that he was coming. Coming to her. That's what she had intended all along; there was no way anyone was getting out of here alive. Once she had escaped the foster care home she had been put into after the murder of her family…or better yet, after she had killed them…there was only one goal on her plate and that was little Sammy, as Dean liked to call him.
Missy closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair in her family's living room, her mind wandering again towards her two hostages back in the barn. It had been way too easy last time when Dean had come to rescue Sam from the cage they had him in, this time however, she couldn't be prouder of herself. Things were different this time around. No offense to her beloved, departed family, of course, but she was better then they had ever been and she was going to prove it to those three monsters.
The young woman tucked a strand of wavy, red hair behind her ear and opened her eyes, grabbing the poker off the floor she had used a few weeks on Sam Winchester. She grinned mischievously as she turned it over in her hands, remembering the older man's screams of agony as she seared the surface of his eyes one by one; she had therefore completed what her family had attempted to do to Dean all those years ago. And Sam's cries were worth it, the cop's screams for her to stop were worth it, too, and of course, Dean's pain when he got here would be worth it.
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On any normal day, the last thing Dean Winchester would ever consider doing was doing this. If there was any other option, if there was anyone else he could count on to watch his back on getting Sammy back, he would not be doing this. But he had no choice in the matter, all of his and Sam's friends were dead or stuck in Purgatory; in other words, Bobby was dead…
Dean sucked in a shaky breath as he remembered Bobby's flask burning right before they had ganked Dick Roman; he remembered the man he and Sam thought of as a father, his spirit disappearing in flames at his request. Dean briefly closed his eyes and shook his head, Bobby would've been able to help, no question about it. He had all the knowledge of any skilled hunter, but now that he, Ellen, Jo, Rufus-all of them-were gone, that left him with one other hunter he did NOT want to call.
No way in hell.
But he had helped a couple of times before, he was man enough to admit that; just because the kid happened to be a bigger nerd then his brother…
Dean shoved the possible imaged of Sammy tied up, trapped somewhere, crying out to him, out of his head; whoever that woman on Sam's phone was, she couldn't hurt his baby brother so badly that Dean couldn't fix it. Sam was worth this, his brother had sacrificed his life and his sanity to safe the entire God-forsaken world, the least he could do was shove his own pride aside and call this nerd. With a small sigh, he reached into his pocket of his jacket for his phone. With one eye on the never ending stretch of road, the older Winchester rapidly dialed the number in and waited as the annoying ring tone sounded in his ear before the other person picked up and spoke.
"Dean? That you?"
Dean sighed loudly and put aside all of his pride for the time being and replied,
"Yes, Garth, it's me; I need your help."
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Sam swallowed the last mouthful of food from Jody's plate and pushed it away; no doubt about it, it really did taste like slop. But after not having eaten in days, his sensitive stomach welcomed it,
"Thanks, Sheriff," He weakly spoke, grabbing the plate and waiting until Jody maneuvered it through the bars and back into her cage.
"For the last time, Sam, it's Jody. If I had just met you, then you can use 'sheriff', but call me Jody, Sam, alright?" She firmly acknowledged,
"How are your eyes feeling?"
Sam shook his head with a quiet sigh, leaning forward and resting his head against the side of the cage facing Jody, wrapping his fingers around the bars. All the while he never opened his eyes, as every time he did it, it was too painful and he already knew he would not be able to see anything.
Jody knew the answer to her question just by her friend's silence,
"We have to figure out some way to get out of here-"
"We've tried all options, remember?" Sam interrupted, his body suddenly lurching forward as he coughed loudly, the food he had just digested suddenly wanting to come back up. Forcing it to remain where it was, the younger man continued in a shaky voice,
"Every single time we attempted an escape, she found us…and the last time was when she used the poker on me…"
Jody's heart broke all over again and she lowered her eyes to the floor, unsure what to say to that logic. She knew he was right, but how in the world could they have both been beaten up and caged all this time by some kid who was no older then 21? Sam was an experienced hunter and she was a cop, they both had long-time experience taking down monsters of all kinds, whether it be humans or demons, and Sam himself had been kidnapped by this very family years ago and had made it out intact. What had changed?
Before the sheriff had time to process it any further, she heard the door to the barn scrape open and in walked a familiar figure. Jody's heart leapt into her throat as she reached for Sam's hand and squeezed it tightly, leaning forward as she far as she could go,
"She's here, Sam."
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"Is there anybody you could think of from your past that would want to retaliate and try and hurt Sam to get revenge?" Garth was saying as he road in the passenger seat of the Impala, his hands clenching the seat as Dean drove way over the speed limit down the road.
"You have any idea just how long that list would be?" Dean snapped in annoyance, rolling his eyes to the ceiling of the car,
"Demons and angels alike all want to kill us, as well as some hunters of our own kind! The list goes on forever, Garth…"
"Just sayin'," Garth shrugged his shoulders,
"You said it was a woman who called?"
"Right."
Before Garth had time to ask his next question, Dean's phone started ringing in his pocket. With a frown, he pulled the cell phone out and glanced quickly at the caller ID,
"Shit." He growled, ignoring Garth's confused look as he flipped the phone open,
"Who the hell is this?"
"That's not important now, is it, Dean?"
With a growl, Dean moved the phone away from his earl real quick and hit the speaker button, setting the phone in between the seats of the Impala. The older Winchester nodded his head briefly at his passenger and raised his voice,
"You gonna tell me where the hell my brother is or am I gonna have to force it out of you, you bitch?" He demanded, his fury rising as the caller just laughed on the other line.
"Now, that's not so nice, is it?" She replied sarcastically,
"Is that the way to speak to someone who literally has his brother's life in her hands, honey?"
"Who the hell are you!" Dean snapped heatedly, causing Garth to jump slightly next to him.
"I'm sure Sammy could tell you, for sure-"
"Who ARE you?"
Ignoring the fury and rage in the older brother's voice, the caller's voice grew quieter over the phone and Dean hit the heel of his hand against the car's steering wheel, muttering a silent apology to Baby as he did it. He'd make it up to her later, he knew she would understand his reaction,
"Goddamn it…"
Just then, as Dean was about ready to shout out to this woman again, her voice rose a notch in his ear and he glared angrily at the road as he listened.
"How would you like to speak to your big brother, Sammy?"
"Stop calling me that…"
Dean's eyebrows rose a notch as he recognized the voice and, ignoring the fact his brother couldn't hear him, his big brother instinct kicked in again and he muttered quietly,
"Sammy?"
The woman had obviously ignored Sam's demand as she continued talking,
"You would like your big brother to come and save you, don't you, Sammy?"
"Go to hell."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk," She muttered, her voice not getting any louder,
"That's not really nice now, is it?"
"Leave him alone, you sick bitch!" Another voice piped up and Dean's eyebrows rose even further above his hairline as he recognized that second voice as well.
"Sheriff Mills?" He questioned to himself. Even though he was still terrified, it at least made him feel somewhat better knowing his little brother was not alone in this. He had someone he could trust with him, someone who he knew wouldn't betray him.
Dean and Garth continued to listen intently as they listened to footsteps and the woman's voice suddenly rising again,
"And I'm going to tell you one more time to shut that hole you people like to call a mouth." She growled and Jody snapped her mouth shut. Dean's heart thumped loudly in his chest as she directed her attention once again to his brother,
"Now, Sam, you say your brother is dead, right?"
"None of your business."
Dean bit his lip hard until he tasted blood at the sound of Sam's voice; just from where he was, he could tell his little brother was in pain, she had hurt him somehow and what was this talk about him thinking he was dead?
"Aww, Sam, I'm shocked," The caller mocked as she seemed to be moving closer to Sam,
"Because I've got your dear ol' big brother on the phone and I thought you'd like to say 'hi'. You know, tell him how much fun we're having, tell him how my revenge is almost complete, that sort of thing."
Silence drifted between them and the next words out of Sam's mouth were choked by tears,
"You're lying…"
"Am I?"
Dean couldn't help himself and with a raise of his voice, shouted into the earpiece,
"Sammy!"
A choked sob could be heard some way away and Sam's voice sounded again, only this time directed towards him,
"D-Dean…?"
"Sammy! I'm coming, little bro, I'm coming," He talked quickly, trying to keep his emotions under control. He didn't know the shape Sam was in at the moment, so he had to be strong for him,
"Who has you?"
"Now, I'd say that's enough, don't you?" The caller came back on the line, a smile showing plainly in her voice,
"You don't need to hear anymore-"
"What are you doing to my brother?" He demanded with a roar,
"If you don't tell me-"
"Patience, Dean, patience," She interrupted, the smile never leaving her voice,
"You want little Sammy here to live, don't you?" Footsteps sounded as she seemed to be walking away from wherever she held Sam and before she got too far, Dean heard his brother's voice in the background as he shouted after her.
"It's Missy Bender, Dean! Missy Bender!"
"Missy?" Dean frowned, his mind flashing back to years ago when his brother was abducted from a parking lot at a local bar. He remembered that little 13 year old girl who threatened to poke his eye out with a knife, the wild haired girl who the only way to control her was to finally lock her in a closet while he, Sam and Kathleen went after the crazy hillbilly family who had dared attack his brother. He did the math in his head, remembered where the call was being placed as he looked it up on his GPS and remembered hearing the talk of revenge. As it all clicked into place, Dean shook his head as he growled angrily,
"Shit!"
Before he could question his brother any further, Dean's heart leapt into his throat as he listened to Missy's footsteps approaching Sam again and he held his breath as words were he couldn't make out where exchanged between the two. What he wasn't prepared for, though, was the sudden screams drifting into his ear on the other end of the phone.
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TBC
