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Flap Jack: -holds up fish- mine –holds up Supernatural- not mine
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"When we gunna hunt tha otha one, Pa?" Lee asked, smiling at the picture of him and Jared with Jenkins. Jared was holding him up by his hair, Lee's hand under his chin, both still dressed in their hunting clothes, camouflage makeup still on their faces.
"I wanna keep tha un a week or so, boy." Pa grunted, picking up the butcher knife and hacking at his left hand, successfully hacking it off.
"Awe, can, we hunt him, tomorra?" He complained, setting the picture down on the counter, next to the hack saw.
"No, boy, I said I wanna keep 'em!" Pa snapped, turning and glaring at his youngest son.
Lee sighed unhappily, muttering a 'yes pa' before slouching off to the basement to put the picture up with the others.
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Dean was going crazy stuck in that cage. He'd been in there somewhere around 9 hours now, only able to guess the time he'd been taken.
He seriously needed to piss, he was hungry, his head still hurt, it was fucking freezing in there, and let him tell you, cages, aren't comfy.
Dean had his knees pulled up close, partly to keep himself warm in the drafty and leaky building, and partly for other reasons.
His cell phone had been safely tucked away in his pocket, no way those hillbillies were going to get that away from him.
Dean gently rubbed his head, trying to make the throbbing stop so he could think of a way out of there. He'd come up with 'wait another five months or so until the cage is rusty from all that rain then break out and run like hell.' But that plan had just a few holes in it. First, he'd promised Sammy he'd be back by tomorrow, second, they'd probably have released him by the time five months rolled around, that or replaced the cage, third, he had no idea where he was, so running like hell would leave him a very slim chance of running back toward the motel Sam would have been in five months earlier.
He scratched at the back of his neck, grumbling unhappily, they'd fed Jenkins, why wouldn't they feed him? He would soon be… was he killed? Or did they just go Bubba on him? Either way, he would end up the same way. This wasn't fun, he was in a cage, in a drafty barn, and god only knew where the barn was, the middle of no where he guessed.
He was getting seriously desperate to piss too. It'd been over nine hours and three beers, but there was no chance in hell he was going to piss his pants or try to piss outside the cage. He didn't want to have to try to sleep with the smell of his own pee hanging all around him, not to mention that was just sick. Dean shuddered as he thought of how many people had used the bathroom right where he was sitting.
Needless to say he moved to a squat. His arms found his own thick biceps, trying to keep himself warm as water dripped down onto his head. He would move, but he was really cold, and rather stiff too, so that could just hold on a second.
His head snapped toward the door as he heard the sound of a door opening. A small damp girl stood just inside the doorway, her hair plastered to her grimy face, clad in an ugly brown dress and boots. Either this girl had been out there a while, or she'd just come back from a Halloween party a few weeks late.
"Hey, who're you?" He asked, crawling toward the side of the cage.
"Missy." She said quietly, closing the door and slowly walking toward the cell.
"Hi, I'm Dean, listen, why are you here? How did you get here? Hey, listen to me!" He commanded as the girl slowly stalked around the cage, just staring at him, waiting for something.
Dean stared at the girl, wondering what she planned to do as she prowled around him. His question was soon answered when the door opened again, two men this time entering, one going over to the control box and putting a key in, pressing the button. There was that buzzing noise again, then a loud click of the lock opening.
Both of the men crowded around the cage, plunging in at the same time and grabbing Dean's arms. This didn't stop Dean from kicking out and thrashing, he knew he'd hurt one of them from the way he was cursing and favoring one leg.
This however didn't stop them from forcing him around to the back of the cage, then shoving his wrists into heavy secured cuffs.
Either one grabbed a leg, having a butt load of trouble of getting his ankles into similar metal restraints.
"Don' hurt 'im too bad now Missy." One said almost in a pouting tone as they left Dean stuck to the back of the cage spread eagle and standing, not really comfortable, really bad for his beer problem.
Missy moved forward slowly, an evil little smile on her face and Dean could now see the glittering knife in her grasp.
He jerked against the cuffs, trying to get his wrists free and get away from the little freak, but they held fast.
He watched as she pressed the tip of her knife to his bicep, then slowly pressed it past the flesh. Dean bit his lip, refusing to make the sounds he knew she wanted to hear.
Missy frowned when he made no noise of pain, then removed her knife, pressing it to his belly instead, waiting for some indication of pain, but still receiving none. Frustrated now, she pulled her knife out again and quickly sunk it into his inner thigh, this time receiving a startled and pain filled cry from her victim.
Dean couldn't help but cry out as the cold metal punctured the soft skin of his inner thigh. It was sensitive and way to close to something else he held very dear.
Missy seemed to be satisfied as she twisted the knife where it stuck in his thigh, Dean biting into his lip savagely to keep from making any more noise.
Missy pulled it out again, and Dean guessed she'd done this before as she drove it in right next to his hips bone, still far to close to his pride and joy, and also very painful as she twisted it, grinding the metal against bone.
Dean didn't know how much longer it was, maybe only a few seconds, possibly hours, but Missy tired of her fun and left, the two hicks coming back and undoing him, Dean to out of it to even hold himself up, let alone fight.
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Sam lay twisting and turning in his bed, hands desperately clutching the sheets, his head tossing from side to side.
Dean ran through a wooded area, blood staining his jeans and t-shirt, only a rusted knife in his hand. He narrowly avoided a bear trap, side stepping just in time as it snapped up on only air.
He looked over his shoulder at what was pursuing him, loosing his balance on a tree root and almost falling, an arrow sailing just past his shoulder. He began dodging trees, screwing the paths just trying to find a way out of there, to a road, to help.
He found a fence, barbed wire around the top, it only came to his chest, he threw caution to the wind and shoved his booted foot into one of the lower rungs, his hand on the row just below the barbed wire and threw himself over, landing on his back. He looked to his right, past the gate, and saw the shadowy figure, raising it's weapon.
He quickly scrambled to his feet and started running again then the arrow sailed forth, hitting it's target perfectly and going through the back of his shoulder and out his chest. His eyes went wide before he collapsed against the 'private property' sign, dead.
Sam sprang up in bed, looking around desperately, panicking when he couldn't find Dean anywhere in the hotel room. It took his brain a minute to comprehend what was going on. Dean said he'd be back by morning, here it was, 8:17 am, and still no Dean.
Sam held his head, remembering the dream. That Drive… it'd been different from any others' he'd ever seen. The 'road' just had two slightly dented marks where tires recently went over them, the sign was missing its bottom corner, making it look more like 'Private Propert' most of the 'y' missing.
He had to find that drive, he had too, Dean's life counted on it, he had to switch roles and save his big brother this time. Possibly pay him back for the two times he'd saved Sammy's ass from a fire.
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Dean was thrown into the cage, crumpled in the corner until they left, moaning as he moved. His thigh and hip were killing him, his arm and chest weren't so bad, only cuts on his chest, and the stab on his arm hadn't been that deep, it just stung a bit when he moved it.
He just hoped he'd be given time to recover before they released him to do… whatever it was with him. He pushed himself up onto his ass again, looking around and listening for a second before standing, hissing at the sharp stab of pain that accompanied movement.
He undid his belt and slowly pushed his jeans down so he could get a better view of his hip, frowning before pulling his boxers down a bit too frowning when he did see the wound.
He probably would have been forced to a hospital if Sam were there, stitches would probably be necessary when he did get out, even though he hated to admit that Sam was right and he would need medical attention.
He hated going to hospitals, usually he ended up with some smelly old dude named 'Dr. Weinstein'. Some old Jewish doctor who smelled like prunes. The only happy hospital visit he could remember would have to be when he twisted his ankle badly when he was 13.
The nurse's name had been Kelly, and Kelly was hot. Blond hair, blue eyes, big breasts, nice hips. Yes, Kelly had been a part of many of his teenage fantasies after that day.
He half grinned at the thought of his teen years, slowly pulling his clothing back into place and sliding down, pulling the denim away from the cut with a sharp hiss, doing same with the underlying cloth of his once blue boxers, which were now more of a purply color.
That one looked worse than his hip, though it had been given first, and had more time to bleed. Either way Dean cut it, when he got out of there, he was going to have to go back to a hospital and risk meeting another Dr. Weinstein to poke and prod at him, way, way to close to his crotch, which was so not cool.
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Tochi: Yeah, pervyness bled through here, ask ohgosh Sammy, this was tame. If I'd let my pervyness have fun, it would have been much, much worse.
Flap Jack: Someone offered to be in my army! –whacks Tochi- If Sam wasn't more in character here, I'm going to maul you with a fish.
Tochi: -clings to reviewer who offered- please don't let her maul me!
Flap Jack: Chapter three of many, so review and set it on alert. You have no idea how many people just put this on alert and never reviewed, it was so not cool. JOIN MY EVIL ARMY!