Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 2
Disclaimer: Everything recognizable in this story belongs to the CW and Kripke. I'm just playing in their sandbox for a little while.
SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN
Previously: "Dad, Sammy's missing!"
As John pulled up to the latest high school that Sammy was attending, he took note of the two police cruisers that sat out in the parking lot making his fear for his youngest ratchet even higher than it already had. He just couldn't believe it, his youngest was missing and the circumstances surrounding it were suspicious. He hated that the police had arrived before him. It would make it that much harder for him to search the school and collect any evidence that would lead him to whoever or whatever had taken his baby boy. It pissed him off to know that Sammy had been snatched and he had no freaking idea why. Sure he had been hunting the Ragana, but that thing kept within the bounds of it's woodland territory, refusing to leave the security of it's woods.
Bounding up the steps, John pushed open the glass door leading into the school and was about to storm into the office when he saw his oldest walking down the hall with his hands in his pocket and a stricken look on his face. He could only imagine what must be running through Dean's mind and he had no doubt his oldest was most likely blaming himself for what happened. Dean took his job as Sammy's protector to heart and anytime something happened to his youngest, Dean always took the blame. Walking over to meet his oldest halfway, he tried to brace himself for whatever news Dean was about to give him.
"What the hell happened Dean and why is there two police cruisers out there in the parking lot? You know better than to bring the police into our family business."
"I didn't call 'em dad, the principal did when we found Sam's book bag and signs of a struggle in the coach's office." Dean answered irritably. His dad should have known by now he wouldn't do anything that would put his brother's life in jeopardy or that could disturb the evidence, possibly leaving them without any clues as to finding where his brother was.
"I'm sorry Dean, I didn't mean to accuse son, I'm just worried about Sammy." John stated as a ran a shaky hand through his dark hair. "You said there were signs of a struggle."
"Yes Sir, there were papers scattered all over the place and most of the things had been knocked off of the desk. I'm not sure, because it was so faint, but I could have sworn I smelled chloroform in there too dad." Dean replied.
"Well, at least we know how your brother was subdued. Know we just got to find out who or what the hell took him." John stated as he saw the police heading towards them. Time to be the scared father instead of the hunter who was going to kill the bastard who dare take his son.
"Mr. Collins I assume?" Officer James Malloy questioned as he reached out a hand.
"Yes, I'm Sam's father John." He answered as he reached out to shake the man's hand. "What the hell happened to my boy? Our kids are supposed to be safe at school and now my oldest here is telling me that Sammy is missing under suspicious circumstances."
"We think your son has been kidnapped by the substitute coach here at the school since he went missing about the same time as your son." Officer Malloy informed John. "According to an eyewitness, Sam was last seen heading towards the coach's office for a conference. We found your son's book bag in the office along with signs of a struggle. We have put out an APB on the coach as well as your son based on the descriptions from your oldest son and the school staff. I'm sorry to say Mr. Collins, that even where we think our children are the safest, bad things happen and they are put in danger."
"Please tell me you have some leads as to where my son is." John stated fishing for all the information he could get.
"At this point, I'm sorry to say that we don't John, but I can promise you we will put every man available on your son's case and we'll do our best to get young Sam home safe and sound. Can, you please give me a phone number where I can get in contact with you if we need more information?"
"Sure" John answered as he gave the officer a fake cell phone number fearing that Sam's abduction was done by somebody who was out to get him or had a revenge against hunters. Why else would Dean notice the smell of chloroform?
"I'll let you know as soon as we have something." Officer Malloy informed John. "I'm sorry that you and your family have to go through this. I have three sons of my own and can't imagine what I would do if one of them came up missing."
"Thanks, just please, find my boy." John said before shaking the man's hand and watching him walk away. Once the officers had exited the building, he turned to Dean and said, "Show me where Sammy was kidnapped."
Dean led his father down the hallway and into the gymnasium where John ducked under the police tape to see if he could find evidence of his own. He pulled out his EMF meter and scanned the area quickly finding no signs of spirits in the room confirming his suspicion that it was most likely somebody out to take revenge against him. Turning towards Dean, he asked "Do you have any idea what the freaking coach looks like?"
"No sir, only that he is approximately six foot tall with blonde hair and slightly balding. He had a muscular build and the principal said he had a tattoo of a lightning bolt on his left bicep." Dean replied in answer to his father's question."
"Tattoo of a lightning bolt on his left bicep, now why does that sound familiar?" John questioned himself aloud as he tried to figure out where he remembered it from.
"Dad, we gotta find him. Sammy was upset this morning about having to transfer to another school this morning when I left him. I should haveā¦" Dean drifted off as he started rubbing his hands up and down his arms in nervousness.
"Dean, don't do this to yourself. We'll get him back, I swear it on your mother's grave. Just hold yourself together for Sammy' sake."
SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN
As consciousness began to take hold, Sam began to notice several different things. His arms and shoulders ached and his hands were tingly and numb. he tried to move them, but found himself unable to do so. Fear took hold as he suddenly realized that they were bound behind his back. He opened his eyes to find himself in a small enclosed space with a weird smell to it, almost like rubber. He tried to call out but found himself unable to do so since his mouth was firmly taped shut. "What the hell?" he thought as he tried to remember exactly what had happened.
He remembered being at school and telling Brian that he was moving again. He remembered being called to the coach's office and worried that he was in trouble for some reason. Suddenly remembering being grabbed from behind and chloroformed, he started struggling trying to get free of the rope that was binding him. He could feel the twine biting into his wrists and the warmth of blood bubbling up. "Son of a bitch, dad's gonna kill me." he thought irrationally knowing that his dad wanted to finish the hunt tonight and leave for their next job.
Without any notice, he found himself jolted about and quickly realized he was in the trunk of a car. He knew that they had most likely pulled off the main road from the way he was being bounced around. After hitting a particularly nasty bump, he felt his head bang against the top of the trunk and cursed at the immediate headache it gave him. As they continued on, his muscles began to protest the rough treatment and he knew he would be sporting some bruises. He had just started to brace himself as best he could when he felt the car coming to a jarring stop and was flung towards the back of the trunk. Second's later, he breathed in clean fresh air when the trunk was opened to notice that it was dusk meaning that he had been gone for a quite few hours now, long enough for his family to notice that he was missing and come looking for him.
Glancing around, he soon found himself looking into the eyes of his captor. He wanted to kick himself for allowing his guard to drop so much that he had been easy prey for the man standing before him. He shivered a little as he saw the pure, unadulterated hate in the man's eyes for him. How could he have not noticed it before. He grimaced as he felt the man grab him by the arm and roughly jerk him up and then hissed as he felt the tape ripped from his mouth.
"When my dad finds you, he's going to kill you." Sam spat out with venom as he glared at the coach.
"Let me show you what happens to kids with big mouths." Hank Reynolds, aka Coach Alexander stated as he drew his fist back and punched Sam hard in the mouth causing him to fall backwards hitting his head on the hood of the trunk once again.
Sam tried to doge the blow but was unsuccessful as he felt the big man's meaty fist collide with his mouth. He immediately felt a searing sensation as he felt his lip split from the blow and then the warmth of blood as it oozed down his chin. Sam fought back the tears that sprung to his eyes as he glared at the man before him unwilling to how any weakness. He tried to retreat within the confines of the trunk when he saw the coach whip out a sharp dagger.
"Don't worry kid, I ain't gonna cut ya --- yet" Hank stated with an evil grin as he cut the ropes binding Sam's legs. He'd be damned if he was going to lug the kid over to the specialized cabin he had deep in the woods of Colorado. Reaching into the trunk, he grabbed Sam painfully by his bound arms once again and pulled him out of the trunk. "Get your ass a movin' kid" he stated as he gave Sam a rough shove forward causing him to almost fall.
As Sam stumbled towards the cabin, he couldn't help but wonder why in the hell the man had picked him to kidnap. His family wasn't rich and there was no way they would be able to raise any amount of money for ransom. Had it just been his bad luck to be at the wrong place at the wrong time? Nah, that couldn't be it since the coach had singled him out specifically to go to his office.
"Quit your damned day dreaming and get a move on it Winchester." Hank snarled giving Sam another harsh push, this time causing him to fall to the ground abrading his knees from the sharp rocks on the ground.
"Oh holy crap, he knows my real name." Sam thought as he struggled to stand up again. "I'm in deep shit now." Sam soon found himself roughly grabbed for a third time as Hank grasped his bicep and forced him up the wooden steps. A few seconds later, he was led into the cabin and into a backroom where he found himself quickly chained to the wall.
"And now the fun begins." Hank said as he pulled back the sleeves on his shirt and stared sadistically at Sam.
Sam swallowed convulsively as he looked at the insane man before him. "Dad, Dean, where are you?" he thought just as he felt a solid fist impact with his right eye.
TBC
