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Seductive Song
It had been over three hours, and Sam was worried sick. Dean had been gone far too long, he'd only been going to the store. So where the hell was he?
"Calm down now Sam." Bobby said warningly.
"He should have been back by now. Something's happened, I know it has." He said worriedly, and bobby shook his head.
"You know what Dean's like. He probably went for a drink, or a drive, or found a girl. It's nothing to freak out over." He said, though even he had to admit Dean should have been back by now, and if he was doing anything else he'd had a choice in, he'd have told Sam.
"No. No Bobby. Nothing is ever that simple in our lives. No, if Dean hasn't come back, he's probably been kidnapped. Which means I'll need to save him, then I'll need to kill him." Sam grumbled, and Bobby couldn't exactly argue with that plan, it was a good plan.
"I'm going out to find him." He said, heading for the door.
"Well take me!" Bobby commanded, and Sam irritably stuck his flask into his pocket, allowing Bobby to follow him around.
The street was well lit, but Bobby seemed edgy. And considering he was a ghost, that was saying something.
"What's up?" Sam asked, not moving his mouth much in case the two young boys passing thought he was talking to himself.
"Someone's used magic around here. A fair bit of it too. None of it particularly powerful, but it has been used." Bobby explained, and Sam looked at his friend sceptically.
"You can sense stuff like that? Who are you, Obi Wan Kenobi?" he asked derisively, and Bobby sent him a dirty look.
"Hey, I don't need to help you boy, so don't be a smart ass. But if someone has been using magic, there's a chance Dean could have gotten caught up in it." Bobby explained, and he had to admit that he had a point.
"Alright. Just tell me if you sense any more disturbances in the Force." Sam said with a small smile, unable to help himself, and Bobby cursed at him.
Magic would be just great. If there was something Dean hated, it was witches. Aside from a few choice exceptions to that rule, he would happily hunt them all down and eradicate them. But why would a witch want Dean? Unless the witch had just come to town, Palomino Creek was relatively secure on the supernatural side of things. So that begged the question that if anyone had been using magic, why now?
An old fear was developing inside Sam. Ever since he had found out that Dean had made that deal all those years ago, Sam had become even more terrified of losing his brother than ever before, and he had already been very scared about that. If Dean was missing, what had happened to him? Fear of Dean being gone, coupled with his fear of his big brother leaving him alone drove him. He had to find out what had happened to Dean, so that meant investigating.
"The store's straight down this road. He couldn't have gotten lost, even if he fell off the wagon and went and gotten himself wasted." Bobby reasoned as they progressed down the road.
"If he's fallen off the wagon, he might be joining you sooner than you think." Sam growled.
But no. Dean wouldn't do that. Since almost killing Sam due to his drinking back in Dillimore, he'd scaled back a considerably amount on his drinking, and he had endured Sam going crazy, finding out Cas was alive, Meg's return and Bobby's becoming a ghost all without getting completely blootered. He wouldn't let himself or his brother down like that. Sam knew he wouldn't do that. That of course still begged the question where the hell was Dean, but Sam knew in his heart that he wouldn't find him in a bar. Sam smiled as he remembered as he remembered the night they left Angel Pine after killing Walt and Roy. After consuming his pie and custard, he and Sam had decimated a bottle of Jack Daniels and a six pack of beer. While Sam, who had had the foresight to drink plenty of water before they'd gone to sleep, only had a minor headache the next day, Dean had insisted that he had been returned to the bottom circle of Hell and was being tortured by the inventor of high heel shoes. Taken aback by this strange pronouncement, Sam had quite happily consented to watch Lord of the Rings while Dean recovered, groaning loudly when the Balrog had attacked. Dean couldn't handle nearly as much booze as he had been able to before Dillimore, and Sam didn't mind him getting drunk. It was when he was drinking to excess every night, and drinking with every meal and every time he was thirsty to the point he was hovering on perpetual drunkenness that he minded. Especially when that combined with his brother's own issues had combined and nearly killed him.
So Dean wouldn't be in a bar. Sam studied the street as he walked up it, but nothing on either side seemed out of place. The night was pleasant and well lit, and Sam could think of no way that Dean could have gone missing. But in their line of work, that didn't necessarily mean anything.
"Well let's say he went straight to the store and was coming straight back. That would make sense right?" Bobby reasoned, and Sam nodded, entering the store.
"I'll keep an eye out for anyone who might want to kidnap ya." Bobby said with a cheery grin, and Sam resolved to throw salt at him later, the smart assed dead bastard. Dean was missing and he was cracking jokes.
But, Bobby might be on to something. What if someone had indeed been looking to kidnap one of them, and had gotten Dean? Could someone have been following them? It wouldn't be that hard to follow them without them noticing. But who could want to harm Dean? Though he was loathe to admit it, it was usually Sam who got kidnapped because the ones doing the kidnapping usually sought to lure both brothers, and they knew it would elicit a faster response that was more risky if Sam was the one who was captured. But, who was to say someone hadn't kidnapped Dean?
Sam approached the woman.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for my brother, he's been gone a while and I'm getting worried about him. He's not entirely with the program," he fibbed, hiding a smirk, "and I was just wondering if you saw what way he went?" Sam asked the woman behind the desk, and flashed his puppy dog eyes for good measure.
"Well what does your boy look like love?" she asked cheerfully.
"Shorter than me by about a head, wearing a leather jacket, front of his hair spiked up..." Sam said, and she nodded in recognition.
"Ah yes I know the one you mean pet. Yeah, he was in here just before that dreadful blackout." She said, frowning slightly.
"Blackout?" both Sam and Bobby asked at the same time.
She nodded and leaned over the counter, looking eager to tell her story.
"It was the most bizarre thing. Every light on the main street went out, but nothing in the houses or stores went off. And there was no noise out in the street either, I saw a black car go past and it didn't make a sound at all, and it was going very slowly, you'd think you'd hear it make some amount of noise as it went along the street wouldn't you?" she asked and Sam nodded, giving Bobby a discreet glance.
"Did anything else happen?" Sam asked, and she nodded.
"Well yes as a matter of fact. I was texting on my mobile, and it suddenly dropped out, no signal at all. A couple of minutes later, and it was back, the light all came back and so did the noise. And I'm sure I heard a gunshot too." She said significantly, and Sam frowned.
"A gunshot? You're sure?" he asked worriedly.
"Oh yes, definitely. Too quiet to be a car engine, too loud to be anything other than a gun." She said confidently.
"So, if Dean fired his gun..." Bobby began.
"There's a chance he was attacked. But what caused the blackout? Hoodoo?" Sam asked him, and Bobby frowned.
"Could be. Or just your normal run of the mill magic that any edjit can manage. It doesn't sound like complicated stuff, the most difficult thing would be controlling how long it lasted, and doing the noise thing."
"So what, someone cast these spells just to try and nab Dean?" Sam asked urgently, when the woman behind the counter laid her hand on his wrist.
"Love? Who are you talking to?" she asked in concern, and Sam went scarlet as he realised that, as she couldn't see Bobby, she thought he was talking to himself.
Sam could see Bobby howling with laughter beside him and tried valiantly to ignore the ghost. And then it struck him.
"It's just because I miss my brother, I feel like he's right here beside me, talking to me, telling me he's alright and will be fine until I find him." He said in a mournful voice, and the look on her face changed to one of extreme sympathy.
"Oh you poor love, I didn't think. Of course you miss him. I take it you're very close?" she asked, and Sam nodded proudly.
"Yeah we are."
"Well of course you are dear. Mind you, I didn't fancy being out in that blackout. It was creepy, like you said, hoodoo. Something wasn't right about it, its like it was a little too dark even for a blackout." She wittered, and Sam contemplated this.
Yeah that sounded like magic, and he suspected that if he asked around he would probably find that the closest streets actually got a bit brighter. Like Bobby said, not entire difficult for someone who knew what they were doing, or had help.
"Did you happen to look outside after the blackout?" Sam asked urgently, and the woman looked a bit apologetic.
"I'm sorry love, but when I hear a gun go off, I usually keep my head down until it's all over. Mind you, not long after the gun went off, I heard a car engine and peeked out my side window, and saw a car head up to Northstar." She said, and Sam looked at her curiously.
"Northstar?" he asked in confusion, and her eyes widened in realisation.
"Sorry, forgot you were from out of town. Northstar Rock. The big rock jutting out from the hill on the way into town." She explained, and Sam nodded in realisation.
"Oh, that one. Do cars usually go up there?" he asked, and she gave him a fearful look.
"Oh not likely. The locals are afraid of it. There's a small cabin at the top, and it's been abandoned for years, not a soul. But rumour has it that the man who used to live there was a real family man, until they got trapped up there by heavy snow fall one winter. Couldn't move for months, so rather than try to struggle down to town, he took each member of his family into the barn and brutally murdered them, before eating them. The kids who go up there for dares say that there's still blood on the floor." She explained, and Sam wondered about that.
Local rumour, or actual haunting? Was the car just some kids going up to the cabin for a dare? Or was it to do with his missing brother? Or both?
"Is there anyone who goes up to the cabin regularly?" Sam asked, and she nodded.
"Yeah, a few of them. But I've never seen that car before, and we're a small town, if someone gets a new car it's usually talked about, no one's had a new car since old timer Morris traded in his pick up for a hearse." She explained, and both Sam and Bobby looked at her with wide eyes.
She looked at the expression on Sam's face and smiled.
"I know, we all thought he was nuts as well love. But he quite enjoys riding around in it. Always was a strange bloke. Comes out wearing his slippers and a shower cap and goes around town like that. Not wired together right." She explained.
"You're tellin us." Bobby said nervously.
"Alright. So, it all went dark, there was a shot, and then you saw a car heading to the rock. Anything else that might help me find him?" Sam asked, and she shook her head.
"Sorry dear, nothing else. I hope you find him though." She said kindly, and he nodded.
"I will. Actually, could you tell me where some of the kids who go up there live?" Sam asked, and after she had done so, they left the store.
"Alright then. So. World goes dark all of a sudden. What does Dean do?" Bobby asked, and Sam answered automatically.
"Draw his gun and try to get to wherever he was going as quickly as possible. And if the blackout was, like she said, only in this street, he must have been on his way back to the motel when it happened." Sam said, his sense of worry rising as he feared for his big brother.
"And if the phones went down, he wouldn't have been able to call you." Bobby said as Sam strolled up the street, his eyes strained to see any clues at all in the well lit street.
"Which, if he figured there was trouble, probably would have been the first thing he did." Sam said, half proud, half exasperated with his brother.
Sam was getting more worried. There was no sign of Dean anywhere, no sign he had even passed this way. The only information they had was that once he had left the store, an ungodly blackout had struck, a shot had gone off and a while later a car had been seen heading for the rock where there might or might not be a ghost present. How did Dean cope every time he was kidnapped? It was already driving him mad, not knowing where Dean was, if he was alright.
"You reckon there's anything to her ghost story?" Bobby asked, the sense he had of magic having been used fading fast.
"Maybe. But if there is, what happened to Dean? A ghost can't drive." Sam said, and Bobby shot him a disgruntled look.
"Hey, I could drive if I wanted to!" he protested, and Sam smiled a little.
"I mean drive normally Bobby, not the way you do. The only way a ghost could do that would be to haunt the car, and that's pretty rare, and if the story she told us was true, then he would be bound to the house right?" Sam reasoned, and Bobby nodded.
"Yeah I suppose. Still leaving us the question of what the hell happened to Dean once the world went dark?"
"He would have tried to make it back for the motel." Sam said, knowing his brother would have tried to get backup in any way possible, and he and Bobby began strolling along the street.
"Hey, wait." Bobby said as they neared the motel, and Sam looked at him urgently.
"What? Is there a disturbance in the Force?" he asked, and Bobby nodded.
"There is actually. Right here, where I'm standing. A hell of a lot of magic, sort of like a wall." He said, and Sam frowned.
"They conjured a wall? That isn't easy magic." Sam said, but Bobby shook his head.
"Not conjured, more like made something solid, like the shadows. Still quite impressive." He said admiringly, and Sam rolled his eyes.
His brother was definitely missing. He'd had no calls, there was no sign of him anywhere, and there had been a blackout just before he had disappeared. Which all pointed to kidnap. But who stood to gain from kidnapping Dean?
Sam cursed. There were a whole lot of creatures out there that would gladly kidnap and kill a Winchester, but Sam knew his brother wasn't dead. Something about this felt wrong for that to be the outcome. No, Dean wasn't dead, and whoever had him didn't intend to kill him, at least not yet, not for a while.
But that led to another question. If Dean had indeed been kidnapped as he feared, there was no guarantee that this wouldn't be another Walt and Roy like situation, waiting to get both Winchesters together so they could finish them off. And that wasn't a pleasant thought.
Sam could tell that he was no longer overreacting. He had to find his brother, and quickly. Because whatever was going on here, he had a bad feeling about it. And it wasn't due to the magic. It just didn't add up. A blackout, caused by something unnatural, happens, and Dean vanishes en route home. Sounded like something from Vanishing on 7th Street, a film he'd watched recently. But the magic wasn't nearly as powerful as it ought to have been for a voodoo or hoodoo practitioner, or as complex as it would have been for a normal witch. No, there was something not right about this. A neophyte witch perhaps? No, because a neophyte witch wouldn't have been able to conjure the wall that Bobby felt. And even after all of that, had Dean been in the car? That would imply he was overpowered, knocked out perhaps. But why and by who?
"The best lead we have, the only lead we have, is the car going up the rock." Bobby pointed out, and Sam looked up to where the large rock jutted into the skyline.
"Yeah, great." He said grimly.
Was Dean up there? If so, he had to get there, to find him, to save him, just as Dean always had for him. But if he was, they couldn't afford another El Quebrados. That little escapade had almost killed the two of them. No, they had to be careful, which meant they needed more information before they even contemplated going up there.
"Hang on Dean. I'll find you. I swear." Sam vowed and headed in the direction of one of the kid's houses.
XX
As Sam headed towards the final house, he was incredibly agitated. The kids, who technically weren't supposed to go up to the cabin, had been rather reluctant to part with any information, and as such had wasted a lot of time. And as a result, Sam was now close to panicking. Dean had been gone for nearly five hours, it was the middle of the night, and he had no idea about where his brother might be or worse, what might have befallen him. He couldn't lose Dean. Not now, not when they had become such good brothers again. And Sam was perfectly willing to admit that he coped with the loss of a brother a hell of a lot worse than Dean had. True, Dean had made a deal which in its own way had kick started the Apocalypse, but Sam had been seduced by a demon and had become addicted to demon blood, along with going off the deep end completely and becoming both of the two things he vowed he never wanted to be: evil and like his father.
He didn't know which was worse. Dean had told him once that if he ever heard his little brother calling himself evil again, he would kick his ass. That had been one of their fewer light-hearted moments in the year they spent trying to undo the damage they had done, when Sam had apologised yet again for everything he had done. Dean had sat him down and told him in no uncertain terms that he wasn't evil, he'd just gotten a little lost, and typically had blamed himself for that too. He had said that while Sam had screwed up and made bad choices, he wasn't evil. True, later on, Dean's faith in him had wavered and he had all but implied that Sam was a weak willed, evil puppet waiting to be inhabited by Lucifer, and that had ripped his heart to shreds, hearing how little his brother thought of him. After he had had his soul restored, Sam had said that he had been evil while he had been soulless, and Dean had clipped him in the ear, and had told him once more that he wasn't evil.
So, Dean being dead simply wasn't an option. He couldn't fathom it. He remembered what Dean had said in El Quebrados, that if he was dead, Dean would join him. And Sam would definitely do the same thing. His brother was all he had. If he lost that, he could do nothing more and would quite happily join Dean in heaven, touring the backstreets of the place in the Impala.
No, if Dean was gone, he would join him, and screw the world, let the Leviathans have it. But, just because if he lost his brother he wouldn't be far behind, that didn't mean he was going to roll over and let whoever had Dean win.
"I'm sorry, but my son isn't in. He and a couple of friends headed up to the rock just after dinner." A middle aged man with thick specs said, and Sam cursed.
"Could you phone him?" he asked desperately, and he shook his head sadly.
"I'm sorry lad, there's no reception up there. But I might be able to help." The man said, and after a nod from Bobby, Sam explained.
"Hmm, no one around here abouts has a black sedan, and my brother owns the motel, he says you and your brother are the only ones there aside from the permanent residents. But we had no blackout." The man said apologetically, but Sam shook his head.
"We think it was just isolated to that street, so you wouldn't have. But did it happen to get lighter around that time?" Sam asked curiously, and the man stroked his chin.
"As a matter of fact, it did for a minute, I thought someone had put up lights or something but a second later it all went back to normal again. Why, what do you think it was?" he asked, and Bobby mouthed 'power surge', and once Sam repeated it, the man seemed to accept the explanation.
"Can you tell me anything about the rock?" Sam asked, and the man nodded.
"Oh yes. I used to hang around there myself when I was a kid, great for telling ghost stories. But I will say this, there is something off about that place, and not just because of the blood stains on the floor. Nah, something there is wrong, but I can't quite finger it."
Sam swore under his breath. He had a sneaking suspicion what might be wrong with the place.
"Was it always really cold, and electrical stuff always messed up?" he asked, and the man looked at him in surprise.
"You know, that is uncanny. It was exactly like that. Are you sure you haven't been there before?" he asked, and Sam shook his head.
"No, but I've been to places like it. So your son went up there earlier?" he asked, and the man nodded.
"Yes, he said he had seen someone looking at the place earlier, and wanted to see if he could find anything. They're teenagers and there's not a lot to do here, so they hiked up to keep themselves occupied. Most likely with a couple of beers too I might add. But I can't imagine why someone would be looking at the cabin, it's far too small to do much with, and besides, it's creepy." He said, obviously having outgrown the stage where he believed in ghost stories.
"Did they say anything about the one looking at it?" Sam asked, while Bobby studied the man intently.
"He said he just looked like a normal guy. Why, do you think he might have been driving the car?" he asked, and Sam shrugged.
"I don't know, I just want to find my brother, and that cabin seems a likely place to look." Sam said, and the man narrowed his eyes.
"Have you called the police?" he asked, and Sam shook his head.
"No, like I said, my brother sometimes goes wondering places, he might have just hopped into the car and let the guy drive off..." Sam said, and he and Bobby quickly made their escape before the guy got too suspicious.
"Sounds like a haunting to me." Bobby said, gazing up at the rock that was still visible in the night sky.
"Bobby, why would kids, even teenagers, be hiding up at a abandoned and creepy cabin at jut past one in the morning?" Sam asked, and Bobby shrugged.
"Add to the effect I guess. Kids ain't real smart. Look at your brother. You were the exception." He said fondly, and Sam smiled.
"Thanks. But look at the time, and the kid's dad isn't even bothered that his son isn't home, even though he's hiking outside of town, and there might have been a kidnapping." Sam said, casting a worried eye back at the house.
"Maybe he's one of those problem teenagers who the parents just let do what they like." Bobby suggested, and Sam had to admit it was possible.
But there was still the fact that his big brother was missing, and by finding out information, they had wasted valuable time. Who knew what sort of trouble Dean was in? They'd lingered too long already. What if-
No, he couldn't allow himself to think like that. Dean couldn't be dead. Wouldn't be dead. His brother wouldn't leave him like that. Sam had loved hanging out with his brother these past few months, just like in the olden days before the fricking angels had sent their world straight to hell. They'd been best friends, brothers, once more, and no one was going to interfere with that.
He would find his brother. And if something had happened, he would fix his brother, while hurting the ones who did it. If they had hurt him, he would kill them.
"Just a little longer Dean." Sam urged, hoping his brother would somehow hear him as he and Bobby headed back to the hotel to collect supplies. If they had a ghost to deal with as well as whoever had Dean, they would need everything they could get.
XX
"Look Sam, just be careful ok? I can't help as much as I used to be able to." Bobby lamented as Sam put some salt guns, some oil, matches, and normal guns in his duffle along with medical supplies.
"I know Bobby. You got anything?" Sam asked, and Bobby shook his head, as he had been using the laptop, which Sam thought was quite remarkable for a ghost.
"Nothing more than what she told us. Aside from the fact that once the snow melted, he killed himself before the police came for him. They buried him in a small grave beside the cabin." Bobby said, and Sam hoisted the bag onto his shoulder.
"Good work. Let's go." Sam said, and walked out of the room.
Bobby made to follow, when he suddenly stopped, as if blocked by an invisible barrier. Bobby frowned and tried again, to be met with the same response. Grumbling, Bobby pondered what could have happened, and checked the doorframe to see if there was any iron. He found none, as expected. So why the hell couldn't he get out all of a sudden?
And then he saw the answer.
His flask was lying on Dean's bed. Sam had put it there while he had packed the bag, and had forgotten to pack it back up.
"Well balls." Bobby cursed, and sat down to sit and wait, fuming in the darkness, worry filling him.
XX
It was a long hike up the hill, and Sam drew his gun as he got closer to the top. The dirt track was quite easy to follow, even if it was slightly steep. But, as Sam headed up it, torch and gun in hand, he noticed the impression of recent tyre marks. People had come up here in a car. It had to be Dean.
But why would whoever was behind this kidnap Dean? Someone in thrall to the ghost perhaps? Or was it just a coincidence? Sam frowned. As far as he could think, no one would want to kidnap Dean. The Leviathans might if they thought it would get them Sam, but it would be easier just to eat Dean and assume his shape. Sam shivered at the thought. He and Dean needed to find some way to kill those blasted things and fast. But as far as he could think, no one else of any classification would simply kidnap Dean. They would all just most likely kill him. After all, Dean's reputation was legendary throughout the world they travelled through. Killing him would earn brownie points for life.
Sam frowned as he considered that thought. He hadn't considered Crowley, the king of Hell. He might be behind it, seeing as he had called off the truce they had developed as he felt that Sam and Dean were taking too long to take care of the Leviathans, who had treated him with disdain as soon as they had arrived.
No. Even putting Crowley into the picture, the kidnap didn't make sense. The use of magic had been done in order to effect the kidnap, which ruled out most people, because if people wanted to kidnap his brother, why not just knock him out or attack him outright? Something just didn't add up.
As Sam made it closer to the top of the mound, the sun slowly began to creep over the horizon. Much better facing a ghost during the day, he'd always said that. But as he got closer, Sam couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking into a trap. None of this added up. A bizarre kidnap of his brother which involved magic and a car no one had seen before, and it just happened to go to a small cabin where a ghost was probably residing.
Definitely something off here. There was a sick anticipation in his stomach. Something wasn't right here, but what? Fear was knotting his gut as he got closer to the top. His brother was depending on him. He knew that. It didn't make it any easier. After all, he always had his brother behind him, beside him, even when things got bad, Dean would nearly always show up. What if Sam failed his brother? What if he lost him again?
Sam wished he hadn't left Bobby back in the room. He hadn't noticed until he was halfway up the hill, and by that time, Sam was far too concerned about finding Dean to go back for him. He had to find Dean. And once he got his brother back, he would take great pleasure in rubbing in the fact that it was he this time who had been kidnapped while grocery shopping.
Sam frowned as he came up to the last little incline. The cabin was a foreboding sight. The windows were blackened with grime, it was a ramshackle old building, and up here, only the wind moved and made the house creak. Sam shivered as he looked at the house. Horrible place. And he was hoping his brother was here. Sam edged forwards, scanning the area. No sign of his brother outside, or of the car. Sam checked the tracks that had marked the road, but shook his head, unable to decipher them. The car clearly wasn't here, but he couldn't tell if they had only gone for a while, perhaps for supplies or something. None of it made sense. Something odd was happening up here, and the car had clearly left. But if so, why go to the trouble of kidnapping Dean, bringing him here, then disappearing. It didn't add up. But if that was the case, where was Dean? If they had taken Dean with them, he might never see his brother again, and that simply wasn't an option. Besides, he still had the sense that Dean was here. And there was the ghost to consider, he couldn't leave until he dealt with it.
Sam then frowned even deeper as another thought came to him. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of the kids on his way up here. True, they could have found another route, but if the cabin was the only thing of interest up here, surely he would have at least heard them?
Sam surveyed the small building, eyeing it warily. There was something about this place that was just creeping him out. The house creaked, and Sam wished fervently that Dean was here. It was like the most haunted house they had been in, when Sam had nearly wound up as a stuffed mannequin at the mercy of some ghost called Freeman Daggett. Dean had been with him then. Facing this now just didn't feel right, especially when something already wasn't right.
The cabin was split into two parts, the barn and the house. Dean, if he was still here, could be in either location. Sam chewed his lip. The car had left, but that didn't mean his brother was gone. Which of course would pose a whole lot of questions to be answered later on, such as why the hell the ones who had taken him would do that. But that was for later. First, he had to find his brother. Sam shouldered the bag, raised his gun as the sun started staining the sky pink, and tried the door to the house. Locked. Sam frowned. How strange. How could it be locked? The kids who came up here surely would have opened it by now. Unless, whoever had driven up here had locked it. But why would they do that?
Sam headed for the barn, determined to find some way into the house, if only to find some clue as to what had happened to his big brother. Terror clutched at his heart as he approached the barn door. Dean couldn't be gone. He couldn't be lost. Sam refused to accept it. If he wasn't still here, he would tear the country apart until he found him. He couldn't be left alone again. He needed his brother as much as his brother needed him. He wouldn't let him down this time.
Sam opened the door, and immediately felt the urge to vomit.
Blood spattered the walls, and stained the floor. The smell of death was hideous, and Sam's eyes watered as he entered the barn, feeling sick. A feeling that was exacerbated by that he saw. There was a body that had had it's head removed and a slit cut into its stomach, and its entrails were hanging out. Sam looked around the room, fearing the worst. As he had expected and dreaded, there were two other bodies. Both had had their heads removed, but one had been left relatively intact aside from that. The other however had been chopped up into parts, and Sam could see a mound of body parts over by where the fire should have been. The smell of blood and death was sickening. Sam bent down and examined the most intact body and suppressed a gasp. The head hadn't been cut off. It had been ripped off, with sheer brute force. Sam looked around, desperate for any sign of his brother, though hoping fervently that he wasn't in here. And then Sam saw a table in the corner of the musty, grisly barn and blanched.
Three heads. Each of a teenage boy. Sam groaned as he saw them. One had a pale, smooth face, his blue eyes frozen open in terror, his mouth trapped in a silent scream, his brown quiffed hair dirtied by blood. The second was just the same, a boy with longer hair, though shorter than Sam's that was a brownish red, his brown eyes crossed in terror. And the third was a pallid, thin face, with reddish hair styled to the side, his eyes frozen open in terror, though unlike the others, his tongue had also been removed. Sam fought down the urge to be sick. The three kids had come up here, and had either encountered the ghost, or whoever had Dean.
Sam stood. He had to find Dean, then call this in.
The air went cold behind him, and Sam heard a low growl. He had just begun to turn when he was grabbed from behind, and his head felt like it was about to be ripped clean from his body. Then, everything went black.
Great, as if he doesnt have enough problems with trying to find Dean, Sam now has to deal with a ghost too, a very vicious one at that.
Is Dean still there? And if so, why would his kidnappers leave him there, what are they up to? And what has happened to Sam? Has he joined the unfortunate boys? Or will he escape, and reunite with Dean? Little does he know that that's what the kidnappers want...
Oh, and he's going to have to deal with an irate Bobby, who will I suspect be most unhappy about being left behind.
So what will happen next? Hopefully the answer will be revealed tomorrow, so until then, as always, please read and review, review review! i like reviews in case you didnt gather that