AN: Here's the next chapter! Nice and quick for y'all!
Dean curses as his search comes up empty-handed. After he had punched a hole in the wall, Dean had gone over to the table and went to work on Sam's computer. He tried tracing the number from his phone but found it was a burner phone and couldn't be traced. He had even tried tracking Walt and Roy's old numbers but to no avail. Dean sighs, running a slightly shaky hand through his hair and down his face before pinching the bridge of his nose. Taking a minute, Dean controls his breathing before making a decision. He pulls out his phone and dials the well known number, listening to it ring. Just when he thinks it'll go to the answering machine, the gruff voice sounds over the line.
"Bobby," Dean sighs in relief, "Sam's in trouble."
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Sam looks up when he hears the lock on the door click. The door opens and in walks Walt and Roy. Sam truly takes in the two hunters before him this time. Roy doesn't look as hesitant as he did a few years ago and it makes Sam leery. Sam shifts his gaze to Walt and he feels his stomach drop, Walt's words running through his brain from before. Walt is twirling a knife in his hand absentmindedly, his eyes dancing as he eyes Sam hungrily.
"The last time we met, you were supposed to become this evil monstrosity," Walt begins as he strolls around the room, circling Sam. Sam stares straight ahead, but his ears hone in on Walt's movement. "But the stories I've heard the past couple of years about you Sam…"
This gains Sam's attention and he turns his head to look directly at Walt. The look Walt is giving him sends chills down his spine. Sam steels his features not wanting Walt or Roy knowing how much this topic bothers him.
"It blew my mind when I found out you allowed Lucifer to possess you. And then, you came back; from the cage at that. All I thought was how could that happen," Walt continues, glancing over at Roy before turning back to Sam. Sam glares at Walt; there was nothing more angering than someone who thinks they know you and your life when, in fact, they know nothing. "But then, the things I heard the year after…Maybe you didn't come back from hell unscathed after all."
"I'm not that anymore Walt. We fixed it," Sam grinds out, glaring at Walt again and pulling on his bonds.
"Yeah, well we'll find out won't we," Walt replies, holding the knife in the light and studying it. He brings the knife back down and tests the edge on his fingernail, smiling when he sees how sharp it is. Sam's eyes widen when Walt looks at him and begins to approach him.
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Dean sighs and rests his head in his hands. He had been searching the camera footage from the motel, as well as the traffic cams for the past couple hours. The only lead he had was that Walt and Roy dragged Sam out of the room and threw him in the back of their car and drove North. After that, Dean lost them; they must've switched cars along the way or something because the next traffic cam never picked up the car. Dean's phone begins to ring and he quickly picks it up.
"Bobby? Did you find them?" Dean asks eagerly into the phone.
"Sorry son, no one's seen or heard from either of the two in three weeks," Bobby replies apologetically, knowing Dean isn't going to like this and isn't disappointed with the younger hunter's reaction.
"Then what the hell am I supposed to do Bobby?!" Dean growls out heatedly, sitting up in his chair and his body tensing.
"Don't bit my head off boy. Save it for the two asshats who took your brother," Bobby scolds and Dean can picture the scowl and stern look on the older man's face. Dean sighs and his body crumpling into the chair.
"Sorry Bobby. I just have no leads even after searching the traffic cams. Except they went North," Dean explains, his voice softer and depleted.
"Let me look around some more. See what I can come up with," Bobby says, his voice calmer as well.
"Thanks Bobby," Dean says gratefully before ending the call and slumping in his chair some more.
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The knife slices through Sam's skin again and he clamps down on the shout wanting to escape, the only noise seeping through being a groan. Walt makes no acknowledgment except to slice into Sam again. Roy hesitates near the door, watching the torture take place. He was all for killing Sam but Walt was beginning to take this too far.
"Walt…" Roy begins but Walt cuts him off.
"If you can't stomach it Roy then leave the damn room," Walt growls out, casting a glare over his shoulder at his partner. Sam glances over at Roy and sees him shift his feet and hesitate before resting his back on the wall behind him. Annoyance bubbling over, Walt turns and stabs Sam in the leg causing Sam to shout in pain from the suddenness of it.
"Don't let him get to you Roy! It's what he wants! Remember the stories! He's not human anymore!" Walt shouts, whipping around and holding Roy's gaze. Sam breathes through the pain, his eyes resting on the knife protruding from his leg. Walt stares at Roy until Roy's body relaxes and he nods his head. Walt turns around and rips the knife out of Sam's leg. Not expecting the sudden pain again, Sam let's out another yell. Walt glances over at Sam before raising his fist and hitting Sam in the face, knocking him out.
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Dean is sitting at the table in front of the computer. There is a map of the surrounding areas spread out on the rest of the table. On it, there are black 'x's', the closed marker lying on top of the map. Dean moves the mouse on the screen which shows satellite images of one of the surrounding neighborhoods. His phone rings and, without looking away from the computer screen, Dean answers it.
"Yeah," he says, still searching the satellite image.
"Dean, you find anything?" Bobby's rough voice asks.
"No. I've been searching satellite images of the neighboring towns for anything Walt and Roy can keep Sam holed up without being noticed, but nothing so far," Dean sighs dejectedly, running a hand down his face.
"I think I might have something," Bobby says and Dean automatically sits up straighter and his head popping up. "Use these coordinates."
Dean types in the coordinates Bobby gives him and waits as the computer loads teh new image. Dean's eyes narrow when the image pops up and he sees a cabin in the middle of a clearing in the woods. He moves the image and follows the driveway to a paved road.
"Bobby, what am I looking at here?" Dean asks, moving the image back to the cabin.
"I talked to an old buddy of mine who owed me a favor. I had him look up Walt and Roy's aliases for anything they've done, bought, etc," Bobby explains into the phone. Dean sits back in his chair and, for once, waits for Bobby to continue without interrupting him. "One of Walt's aliases, Tony Hanniger, bought that cabin three years ago. And it's North of where you are."
"All right, thanks Bobby," Dean says, making to hang up the phone.
"Now, hold on a minute. If you think I'm gonna let you go off on your own and do something stupid, you don't knew me as well as I thought you did," Bobby scolds gruffly, causing Dean to freeze and scowl.
"Sam doesn't have time Bobby…"
"I'll meet you there. Call me when you arrive so we can figure details," Bobby interrupts Dean, leaving no room for argument before hanging up the phone. Dean sighs and hangs up the phone, putting it in his pocket before quickly beginning to pack his and Sam's belongings.
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