Title: Broken Anchor Part 2
Author: MacGateFan
Disclaimers in Part 1
Sarah woke up with her hands tied behind her back. She was freezing and realized that she was in the woods with no sign of Mason or his friends. "Please God," she prayed silently, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Please help Dean to find me before... before..."
She couldn't even bring herself to think the words. "So little Sarah," Mason said, kneeling in front of her. He reached up to wipe the tears from her face. "Don't worry this won't hurt... too much."
"Let me go you bastard!"
Mason smacked her across the face, causing Sarah to bite the inside of her mouth. "That's enough! I'm in charge here not you and you will do what I say," he told her, pulling a knife out to intimidate her. "Now let's start with this shirt. It's in the way, don't you think?"
Dean and Sam had only been searching for ten minutes when they heard their Father calling them. "Boys, what in the hell are doing out here?" he asked. "Where's Sarah?"
Sam took a breath and let Dean field that question. He wondered if this would be the World War III Sarah mentioned but without him being the cause.
"Dean?"
Instead of answering the question, Dean asked, "Did you get rid of what's here?"
"Yes, now what the hell is going on?"
"Sarah's missing."
John stared at Dean for a good two minutes before grounding out a response. "What did you say?" He asked, taking a step towards Dean. "You incompetent ass! You were supposed to be watching her, Dean!"
"Easy, John," Caleb said, a hand on his friend s shoulder. "Dean, how do you figure Sarah might be out here?"
Dean explained what happened and what Charlie said to him about the boys Sarah had met with. Caleb and Micah shook their heads. Teenagers were always trying to catch a glimpse of ghost and usually end up getting killed in the process.
John, however, was so angry with Dean he wouldn't even speak to him. "Sammy, you go with your brother and I don t want either of you to come back until you found her, is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir," Sam replied, pulling Dean with him.
Dean was quiet as he lagged behind Sam. This was his fault and he knew that if something happened to Sarah his Father would never forgive him and he would never forgive himself.
The brothers were pulled from their thoughts by a familiar scream. "Sarah!" they exclaimed, both going in opposite directions.
"Sarah!" Dean repeated, but the fact that he didn't hear another scream scared the shit out of him.
Sarah shivered behind a tree. She had wrapped her torn shirt around her as best she could, but it was doing little to protect her from the cold. She had been lucky enough to untie her wrists and kick Mason in the groin before he could even attempt to unzip her jeans.
Peering around the tree she saw nothing but darkness all around. He prayed to God that John, Dean, and the others had already dealt with the spirit haunting these woods because she had enough to worry about already!
Sarah cried out when a hand clamped around her wrist and she was slammed into the tree with so much for that she felt a rib crack. That was a good try Princess, but not good enough, Mason said, yanking her head back by pulling her hair. I m going to make sure this hurts.
She twisted, trying to get away from him as Mason's lips descended on hers. Sarah bit his tongue when it entered her mouth causing him to growl angrily and slam her head into the tree.
Sarah dropped to the ground dazed as Mason let go of her. He bent down to pick her up when he was grabbed around the waist and dragged away. Suddenly Mason was face to face with a very pissed off brother.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Dean asked, face red with anger.
"I could ask the same about you!" Mason replied, his hand slowly moving to the knife hidden in its sheath behind his back. "You've interrupted my little game."
Dean glared at him. "You fucking bastard!"
Mason grinned and soon the two were charging at one another. Sarah regained her senses just in time to see Mason s knife glinting in the moonlight. "Dean!" she cried.
Dean heard her and moved just in time to keep the knife from sinking into his chest but Mason was still able to jab it deep into his shoulder. Sarah was about to get up and help him when Sam and John appeared and pulled the man away from him.
Adjusting her shirt, Sarah moved over to Dean's side. "Dean!" she said, ignoring the scuffling and yelling around her.
Dean was barely conscious from hitting his head on a rock. His right shoulder was killing him too, but he needed to focus because Sarah needed him. Blinking his eyes open, he saw his sister looking at him worriedly. She had a nasty bruise under her eye. "Sar? You okay?"
She nodded, tears threatening to spill over again. "I'm all right, Dean. I just gotta..."
Sarah was gently pulled away and found herself being held by Sam. He must have noticed her shivering so he draped his jacket over her shoulders. "Sammy."
"I'm right here, Sarah," he said, kissing the top of her head. "You're safe now."
"What about Dean? God, I was such an idiot!"
"How do you figure? Sarah, that asshole attacked you!"
Sarah pulled away from Sam, eyes never leaving Dean, John and the others. "I should have been able to fight off my attacker!"
"Sam."
"Yeah, Dad?"
"Get Sarah to the hospital," he said, tossing Sam Dean's keys. "We'll be right behind you."
Sam glanced down at his brother, who was now unconscious, and then at Mason. "What are you gonna do about him?"
"Micah will bring him home. He knows Mason's parents."
Sam nodded as he led Sarah back to the Impala. "Hey," he said, once they were settled in the car and he began driving. "Sarah, you're scaring me. Say something."
"What do you want me to say? That Mason almost raped me! Is that what you want to hear Sammy? That Mason almost killed Dean just because he was trying to save me?"
"Take it easy!"
Sarah looked down at her hands. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I just... even fighting so much evil I've never been so scared in my life!"
"I know, Sarah," Sam replied, reaching out to take her hand and she felt a little better with the contact.