Thanks for the comments. Please keep them coming! Sorry about the swapped perspectives. I'll remember to avoid that next time…..
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Not the boys or the songs
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And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small
-White Rabbit, Jefferson Airplane
He came back slowly. Where was he? What happened? Slowly it started to come back. Sam sick. That psycho demon from Minnesota. What was her name? Tandia. That's what dad had called her. Being hit. His eyes opened groggily and he took in his surroundings. He sighed in relief as he saw his Sam sitting across from him in a similar state only a few arm lengths away. Hands tied to the chair behind his back and bruises creeping up around the side of his neck, head on his chest. He moved his feet to position himself and felt excruciating pain in his right leg. He gasped as he remembered the hit he had taken, making him black out. He swore then watched as the noises started to rouse his brother. "Sam?" He whispered, taking in the rest of the room. They were in what seemed to be someone's living room. Blood spots stained the floor, walls and the meager bits of furniture set up around the room including a single couch and a cupboard positioned against the far wall. It stunk of sweat and the coppery tang of fresh blood but as he glanced down he realised that that was probably more likely from his newly injured leg than the blood stains around the room. "Sammy? Wake up man." He felt around in his jacket for the pocket knife he kept handy for situations like this. Life of the privileged, huh Sammy? Finding nothing he began to swear again. Must have dropped it when they were dragging me out. Dad is gonna be pissed. "Come on Jeff, wakey wakey." Sam lifted his head and stared at him groggily.
"Dean?" His head, arms, legs, everything hurt. The blurry shape in front of him focused and he began to remember. God he felt disgusting. Really need a shower. He glanced around, noticing the puddle of blood pooling at his brother's feet. Where are we? Dean will know. "Where are we? What's going on? Why are you bleeding?" He jumped when a female voice from across the room behind Dean answered.
"You're in deep shit, that's where you are kiddo." When Dean says kiddo it sounds affectionate but from her it just sounds… wrong. A soft growl erupted from behind him and he felt warm breath on the backs of his hands. Was that a dog? "Meet Cuddles my very own pure-bred hell-spawned pittbull" The bulking mutt made its way to the front of the older Winchester. "Or as they are more commonly know, and affectionately nicknamed, hellhound." Shit shit shit.
"Well Cuddles here definitely needs a breath mint, Tandia." Dean snapped. The breath was right in his face and it stunk of charcoal and burning flesh. The soft growl shook him to his core. "And some serious chill pills. Seriously man. Chillax." At least it wasn't anywhere near Sammy, for now.
"Nah dude, that's just you. I told you to brush your teeth this morning but you were too busy painting your nails." Came Sam's quick reply. Pretty good little brother. Wait, what is he doing with his hands? He felt stupid as the realisation hit him Sam had a knife too. He needs a distraction.
"Yeah you can talk pukey, between My Little Pony's death breath, you blowing chunks and the smell of your perfume I can barely breath over here." He saw the rope fall away from his brother's arms and just prayed that Tandia hadn't.
"Enough." Came the snapped reply. All business now, Tandia stepped from the shadows, still a room-length away from either of them. "Even though I must admit, you boys are much more entertaining than most of the other kids I've brought in here, I've got a mission and I must complete it."
"Whoa there Jake. No, actually you're more of an Elwood. What's the mission? What other kids? What in hell is going on in here?" Dean knew he probably shouldn't be a smartass but it did seem to be buying them some time. She chuckled.
"All you hunters think you're so protected with your wards and charms and salt lines but you can't even protect your own children. I was actually surprised how easy it was to get you guys. I mean, if I can snag the great Winchester duo, what can't I get?"
"Wow lady, hunter's kids? You're dumber than I thought. And trust me, my expectations of demon's aren't that high."
Sam quickly piped in. "Gotta agree with you there. I mean seriously, you get trapped by a freakin condiment."
The hot breath was gone from Dean's face as she let out a low whistle and he heard it pad over to where she stood, out of his eyesight. "Although this has been fun sweeties, I have work to do. Now, don't worry Dean baby, Sammy's gonna be just fine. It's John's eldest I want. The youngest just has to be injured, nothing too serious." What the hell was she talking about? Then, as if in slow motion he watched Sam's leg flinch as if something had brushed against him and felt the air above him distil as the hellhound leapt. He knew he was done. Hellhounds were cruel, vicious and could rip you apart in seconds. He couldn't even bring his hands up to defend himself so he closed his eyes and just let it come. He felt the claws rip into his shoulder with a gasp and then nothing. He opened his eyes in shock to see Sam throwing a handful of salt at the demon who screamed and disappeared before turning to the invisible predator. The movements were too quick, he was blacking out, his shoulder was killing him. Sam was fighting a hellhound. He saw the fear in his brother's face as he glanced at him and then the stony determination that overtook it. Where had Sam gotten salt from? Only vaguely aware of the situation, he saw as Sam weaved and ducked, then finally with a daring spin and stab he stuck the hellhound in what he presumed to be his stomach with the small pocket knife and heard the huge creature fall to the ground and disappear.
It wouldn't kill it but it definitely bought them some time. Sam just took out a hellhound, with a freaking pocket knife. His heart swelled with pride as he felt, more than saw, his brother stumble behind him and undo the ties that held him. "Dude that was freakin' epic" He pulled off his shirt and pressed it hard against his wounds, standing up, careful not to put any weight on his leg. "You just took out a hellhound and a demon with only a handful of salt and half a knife. God I wish Dad could have seen that." He frowned as he realised he hadn't gotten a reply yet. Not even a "who's the girl now?" He turned to see the youngest Winchester leaning heavily against the wall, one hand gripped across his stomach. Was he that pale before? "Sammy? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. Just a scratch" Came the slow reply. He saw Sam lift his arm off his stomach to stare at the red liquid dripping heavily off his now blood-drenched hand. How could there be so much blood so quickly? He looked up at Dean in terror before his legs gave away and he slid to the floor.
"Sam!" He screamed catching his brother before his shoulders hit the floor and pulling him to lean against the wall. He saw the red stain that was beginning to spread across his little brother's chest and panicked. "Where does it hurt? Your stomach? Is that the only place?" He pressed the already blood-soaked t-shirt from his shoulder against the wound.
"I'm fine Dean, I'm fine. Just…let's get those kids out of here." Sam was barely conscious and he was already worrying about those freaking kids. He heard a thump from behind him and whipped his back against the wall, pulling Sam closer to him and wrapping his arm around his shoulders to keep him from falling. The sudden movement made Sam moan and he felt him go limp in his arms as the pain became too much.
"You little son of a… I'm going to kill that kid!" Came the fuming response of the demon as she slid across the room, dragging a whimpering hellhound behind her. "That little…." She stopped short as she took in the scene, a small smile spreading over her face. "Now what's this I see? Are our little heroes a little bit injured?"
The world swayed and he pulled Sam closer, fighting desperately to stay awake. But he couldn't find the strength. Warm liquid dripped from his shoulder down in his arms and his leg screamed at him in pain. Can't leave Sam with this crazy bitch hurt and unprotected. He couldn't even bring himself to think of a smart ass response to her comment. Guess that's when you know there's really something wrong, huh Sammy? But in the end, even with the incentive of saving his brother, the pain was too much for the tough 16 year old and he followed his brother into the darkness.
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Once again I hope it's ok. Tell me what you think.
Oh and by the way I don't blame you if you think the song is irrelevant. It isn't but I'm pretty sure it would only make sense to me…. Sorry about my crappy taste in music by the way….
