That night Dean sleeps uneasily, waking up every hour or so and checking on Sammy. He doesn't know why but he has a bad feeling about something. Something was off tonight, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. He watched Sammy sleeping soundly beside him for a while before laying back down. He tossed around a few times then finally drifted off to sleep wondering what was unsettling him.
The next day the weather is just as miserable. Dean glares at it through the window of the detention room. It had been raining now for three days straight. He sighed and went back to doodling on a scrap piece of paper wondering what Sammy was doing right now.
Sam walked with Max quickly through the trailer park looking for the trailer Max had described. "My dad should be at work, he gets off around five and, anyway, your brother should be done detention by then right?" he asked in a slightly shaky voice. Sam ignored it, figuring he was just cold from the icy rain that kept on falling. He himself was almost soaked right through and shivering slightly. "Why don't you want me to meet your dad?" Sam finally asked when they came to the end of the lot. "Well, it's just-I mean…he's not the nicest guy," Max said lamely and walked up the steps of a faded white trailer. He opened the door for Sam who scurried inside eager to get out of the rain.
Once they were inside they took off their coats, chatting idly about Oliver Twist, the book they had been assigned to read. Sam followed Max to what he assumed was the bedroom but bumped into the other boy when he stopped abruptly. "Max what?" he asked with a hand on the boy's shoulder.
That's when he first saw him.
He assumed it was Max's father and the other boy was just surprised that he was home. Sam looked at the man, and he didn't like what he saw. Max's father was, well mean looking. His hair was thin and brown and lay flat against his head. His eyes were blue and tired looking and now they were roaming over Sam. He didn't like this man, but he didn't know why. "Hello there," he said in a strong voice. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure," he said as he walked towards them with his hand outstretched. "We uh, we were actually leaving. We just came to get some books," Max said tightly. The tone of his voice told Sam right away that this man was dangerous. How dangerous he couldn't be sure, perhaps he was just a violent drunk. Sam wished he could believe that that was all.
"Oh no, stay a while. We can hang out, I've been waiting for you," the man said with a smile.
Sam had never seen such a smile. It was cruel and almost taunting, nothing like Max's. This smile went to the man's eyes in a way that churned Sam's stomach. He could only give one word to a smile such as that…
Malicious.
Max was just standing there, seemingly frozen in place. "Well boy, aren't you gonna introduce me to your friend?" the man asked in a threatening voice and Sam knew they had to get out of there. "Uh, this is…Sam," Max said weakly turning to Sam and mouthing 'I'm sorry' to him before turning back to his dad. "Well Sam, I'm Jake. It's so very nice to meet you," he said with his hand outstretched again. Sam swallowed before taking it.
It happened fast, Jake yanked Sam forward by his hand then spun him around so that Sam's back was pressed against Jake's front. Sam panicked yelling for Max to run, to go get help.
Max just stood there.
Sam realized with sickening horror that Max wasn't going to do anything to help him. This is not going to happen. Sam thought and kicked Jake in the shin as hard as he could. Jake cried out and let go of Sam to hold his injured leg. "Max run! Go!" Sam yelled as he pushed the other boy towards the door. He had just about reached it when he heard Max yell from behind him. He heard something hit something else hard, and then silence.
Sam had never heard such silence.
He turned around slowly to see Max lying on the floor with his eyes closed, not moving. Knocked out. Sam breathed in slowly then looked up at Jake who stood above his son. "Good for nothing little brat," the man spat down at the unconscious boy. Then he looked Sam in the eye and smiled that malicious smile of his. "Well, he did bring me you," he said and lunged toward Sam quickly.
Sam cursed himself for being so slow to move but the horror of the situation was making him freeze with fear.
He struggled, he did. He tried to get out of the man's grip, but Jake was surprisingly strong. Funny, you wouldn't tell it by looking at him. Sam screamed and when Jake clamped a hand over his mouth he bit down hard. He did everything he could think of to get away. Every move Dean had ever taught him came into play, but they all failed against the larger man.
He was practically dragged into the bedroom and realized with a newborn fear what Jake intended to do with him. "No! No!" he yelled but his cries were met with a hard punch to his jaw. He saw stars and breathed in deep holding in the hiss of pain he was dying to unleash. He turned to Jake then and tried reason instead. "Listen, you-you don't want to do this, not really," he tried but Jake only laughed at him. "Boy, I've been doing this for as long as you've been alive," he replied with a sick grin. He tightened his hold on Sam and then shoved him onto the bed. Sam scrambled backward until his back was at the headboard. "I'll tell," he threatened weakly, "everyone will know what you've done. You'll be caught!"
Jake nodded in anger then crawled close and backhanded Sam. He got up and went over to the bedside table where he pulled open a drawer. Sam couldn't help but watch Jake's movements. He could feel blood dripping down his cheek and knew that the skin above his right eyebrow was split.
Jake then turned to him with that same smile. "I'll scream!" Sam threatened as he looked around for a window. When he looked back at Jake the man held a roll of duck tape in front of him. "No you won't," he said in a sickly sweet voice as he ripped off a piece. Sam yelled as loud as he could for as long as he could until Jake silenced him with the tape. A long strip was pushed against his mouth, killing his screams.
There was no escape now.
And Jake smiled his most malicious smile.