Just saying here, I have made the ride from North Carolina to South Dakota in a 15-passenger van with 18 total people and most of them high scholars when I was a third grader and it is not pleasant. Sorry it took so long, life is just… you know…

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The Cat and the Mouse

Chapter 2: His Backpack Is All That He knows

Sam struggled against the pull as the man with the yellow eyes pushed every one else against the wall too. The man went to the person closest to him, a 43 year old man, and slit his throat. The Yellowed eyed man smiled at Sam, went to the next person, an elderly woman, and stabbed her a couple times. Sam was screaming at the top of his lungs, but felt his ribs begin to crack under a random pressure he could not see. Sam seemed to recognize the yellow eyed man, Azazel knew it was because he had learned how to alter his appearance and was in the form of Dean, the one person in the world his little Sammy had trusted, the thought of his plan made him smile giddily

Dean was driving as fast as he could and he had avoided 3 coppers thus far. He remembered the game he and his dad had played when he was about 15 or 16. When Jon was not in a pissy mood, he'd play the game where you would see how many po pod you could speed by with out being pulled over. Jon had set the bar at 22 on there drive from North Carolina to South Dakota. Dean had never gotten that far, but he had learned how to spot them quickly before they even saw him. Dean shook his head and focused on the road ahead of him.

In thinking of the game he hadn't been looking for the cops because one was tailing him and flashed its lights, he slammed a hand on the wheel, was about to not pull over, but thought better of it and pulled over. He got out some poor shmuck's driver's license and a registration form, he was pretty sure he wouldn't need him since he had his FBI badge out already so he set those on the seat next to him.

The cop was a chick and she bent down and said, "License and registration please." Dean flipped open his badge and said, "Special Agent Rocker, FBI. I was on my way to the newest crime scene in a string of murders on this part of town, maybe you have heard?" She shook her head, "Ah, well maybe it hasn't reached you chain yet. Anyways I really need to be on my way ma'am" She nodded, paling from the comment of him questioning her authority. Dean nodded at the lady and peeled off the road headed for where he thought Sam was, he hoped he hadn't used up too much time.

The man with Yellow eyes was a couple people down from him and he was killing the slower each time. He was standing next to a pregnant lady now, she was shaking and crying, the man with the yellow eyes seemed to think the whole thing was humorous. Sam struggled again, but nothing but his ribs hurting more, happened. The man with the yellow eyes took a knife and put it on her belly; he slowly cut a round circle on her belly and then stabbed it. He then cut the woman's wrists and smiled, showing all his canine like teeth. He moved onto the next one and did a similar thing to her husband, who was already about to pass out from watching it.

Finally, the yellow-eyed man set in for Sam, Sam cringed from the man when his hands touched Sam's face. The yellow-eyed man chuckled, "It worked, you don't remember, you're my little puppy now. My name is Dean, I am your brother. Don't be scared this will only hurt a little." Azazel smiled and took some shunts he had in his pockets, because who doesn't carry them in there pockets all the time? He slowly shoved one under every nail. Then he sliced him on different spots, just enough to make it hurt like hell and bleed allot, he then made lots of horizontal slits on Sam's wrists. He let the pressure go, but it wasn't necessary for Sam to stay put, He grabbed Sam's shirt and punched him in the face repeatedly.

Sam didn't remember when the lights had gone out, but they had because it was dark and cold here, but nothing hurt, he though to was supposed to be warm but it wasn't. He felt himself shiver, but he had no feeling of the pain his body was in right then.

Dean got to a stop light, the stop light was out of order and he saw a gas station and pulled into it. He hopped out of the car, closing the door behind him gently. Once in the rundown gas station he went to the front desk. The girl at the front counter was very pretty and her low-cut top wasn't helping Dean focus any, she was sucking on lollypop. focus Dean! Focus! Dean cleared his throe, "Excuse me miss, how many motels are in this town?" She leaned foreword with her arms on the counter, her cleavage hanging out and her pick lacey bra showing, "Why, you spending the night all alone in one of those? You don't need a little company?" She took out the lollypop and licked at, winking. Dean took a big gulp; he was fighting his "down stairs brain" as Sam had put it. That was what it took, the thought of Sam in his mind again, and he was able to stop himself.

"Ma'am, I am here investigating the disappearance of a federal agent-" he flashed his badge and then looked back at her, "how many motels in the town?" She pressed up on the table and smiled, "That's so hot" she barley whispered. She threw herself on him, pressing her lips into his and swirling her tongue. Dean tried to push her off and grabbed her arms.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YA' DOING TO MY SWEETHEART?"

With a flick of the wrist, Azazel woke Sam up; he opened his now welted eyes open to slits. His vision was barley there but he could make out a form, the form pulled him up into a stetting position, "Ah, come back have we? Well, I guess I can tell you now..." Azazel picked up his hand and broke one finger backwards, Sam didn't even scream, it was a little whimper, because that was all he had left in him. "I don't need you- snap- You are in my way- snap- I hate you, you a pathetic excuse for a hunter- snap- Dad hated you to- snap- and you killed mom! -snap-." Sam felt the pain wrack through him, in his mind and in his hand.

Azazel chuckled and then looked at the blood surrounding him, "you bleed allot." He picked Sam up with the force he had and slung him on different walls in the diner, the he put him back in the pool of blood. He swiped his hands and left once Sam was out cold, the real Dean would be coming soon, he hoped, or his plan wouldn't work.