Benders Revenge

Chapter 4

Bobby, John and Sam had sopped off at a diner. They were exhausted but wasn't about to let that stop them from finding Dean. The only reason they stopped to start with was to get Sam something to eat. He had not eaten a bite since Dean was kidnapped and John and Bobby was beginning to get worried about him too.

"Now Sam," said John. "You need to eat something.

"Your dad is right Sam. You're going to get sick if you don't. Dean would not want you to stop eating.

"No Bobby. He wouldn't. He would want us to him instead of sitting here doing nothing. We need to find him. He needs us to find him." Sam was almost in tears. He jumped up, ran over to the counter and sat down. John, worrying got up and was about to go over to talk to him.

"Leave him alone John," said Bobby. "He just needs to be by himself right now. He'll be ok. Don't worry. He's young, but he's strong. He's just worried."

"I am too," said John and sit back down, leaving Sam alone. "I swear Bobby, if we don't find Dean soon….." He let his words trail off.

"We'll find him John. We won't rest until we do." John nodded becoming quiet. He looked over to the counter at Sam. He was staring at a picture that he had with him. It was of Sam and Dean together.

The nurse from the insane Asylum was on her way to work when she decided that she needed some coffee. She had not slept much the night before and needed a pick me up. She walked into the diner and noticed that Sam was sitting at the counter in tears.

"Are you alright? What's wrong? Maybe I can help."

"No one can help me lady."

"I'd like to try." She glanced at the picture that Sam was holding. "Is that your brother?" Sam nodded.

"May I look at it?"

"Sure," said Sam and handed it over. The nurse took it and looked at the picture more closely. "I know this boy. His name is Dean. Dean Bender." Sam looked up at her shocked beyond belief.

"What?" he asked her excitedly. "How? How do you know him? His name is not Dean Bender. His name is Dean Winchester. He was kidnapped. Bender is the name of the guy who kidnapped him.

"He was kidnapped?" The nurse couldn't believe it. She remembered that he had actually tried to tell them that he was grabbed, but they hadn't believed him. "Oh my God," she said very upset.

"Yes, he was kidnapped. Please lady, just tell me where my brother is."

She looked down at the little boy and shook her head, not really believing that this had happened. "He was admitted as a patient where I work at North Hampton State Hospital."

"An insane Asylum! That's just crazy! Dean don't belong there." She continued to look a the little boy in disbelief. "His father told me that the tried to kill himself and he needed to be put away."

"What?" said Sam getting more and more agitated. "He has never tried to kill himself. That man that says he is is father has tried to kill him before and he will again. We have to find him!"

Boddy and John saw that Sam was talking to a woman and that he was getting more and more upset as the conversation continued. They were curious and walked over toward him. "That is not his father lady. Sam looked as John and Bobby came over. He pointed at John. "He is his real father. John Winchester. Dad, Bobby," Sam yelled. "This woman knows where Dean is!"

John and Bobby both looked at her at the same time. John spoke up first. "Where is he? Where is my son? Is he ok?" The woman told John that a Mr. Bender had just had his son committed John's eyes went dark and dangerous. He was more than furious. He was totally outraged.

"That son of a bitch! If I ever see Bender again, I swear to God, I will kill him!"

"Take it easy John," said Bobby. "Ma'am, how far is this hospital?"

"Not very far," she said. "You can just follow me. It's just a few minutes away."

"We'll be right behind you," said John. "Nothing had better happen to my son!"

"The last I heard, he was being taken to solitary confinement." John's heart stopped beating when he heard her say that. "If anything happens to my son……"

"Dad please," begged Sam. He was anxious to get going. "Let's just go get Dean."

"You can count on that Sammy," John said heartingly. "We know where he is. We'll get Dean back."

The orderly dragged Dean inside the cell. He shackled both of his ankles to the floor. He was still unconscious. The cell was very dark and cold and all Dean had on was a tshirt and bluejeans, and no shoes or socks. It was a small hole that could only fit about 2 people in it. The orderly just left, leaving Dean all alone. He locked the door and went out another door, locking it also.

Dean was beginning to come around. He blinked his eyes, wondering if he was blind, because it was so dark, but finally he realized he wasn't and remembered where he was. He felt a pressure on his legs and looked down, noticing that his ankles had been shackled to the floor of the cell. He was freezing to death.

The cramped position that Dean was in, and the tight shackles, caused his feet and ankles to swell. He sat in a cramped and very painful position, the shackles cut into his skin that was already infected. "I don't think I can take much more of this."

Bender arrived at the hospital a few minutes later. He was at the front desk talking to another nurse. "I have a few extra clothes for my son. Is it alright if I see him?"

"You can see him, but at the moment he's in solitary confinement." Bender was ecstatic to hear that. "That's good," he said. "I really do need to see him though."

The nurse nodded and an orderly took him to see Dean. As they came to the cell that held Dean, the orderly opened up the door. Bender eagerly went in and the orderly left.

Dean was very surprised to see him. He was terrified. Bender just stood there, not saying a word. They both just stared at each other for a few minutes, then Bender finally spoke.

"It's going to do my heart good to know that you won't be around for much longer."

"What do you mean by that," asked Dean, a little worried, then he became sarcastic. "What heart? You don't have a heart!" Bender exploded, and lifted Dean roughly from the floor. He hit him in the face, knocking him down and then roughly jerked him to his feet once again.

Dean started having a panic attack. His heart began to beat rapidly. He began to sweat profusely and he couldn't catch his breath. He was shaking all over and knew that this was not good. He became lightheaded and felt like he was going to be sick. The room swirled around him but Bender didn't care in the least.

"I've got plans for you boy. I'm going to be checking you out of here soon." He grabbed Dean roughly and lifted him up. He had a firm grip in him. He yelled repeated at Dean who was trembling. "I'm going to make sure you're daddy never see's you again." Bender was determined and said, "I'll make sure of that."

He opened the suitcase that he had brought in with him, and took out a bottle of water for Dean to drink. He had drugged it. "You need to drink it all. All of it," he said forcefully.

Dean refused to drink it. He knew it was drugged and that was the only reason Bender was giving it to him to start with. "I'm not drinking that! I won't! Just leave me alone!"

Bender put the bottle right in his face getting irritated. "If you don't drink it, I will kill your daddy and little brother." Dean didn't have a choice. He had to do what he was told. He grimaced and drank it down. It was horrible. Even the smell was awful. He began to wretch violently as his stomach turned over. He became queasy and vomited all over Bender's shoes.

This angered the old man and he glared. Suddenly Dean became very drowsy and toppled over. Bender caught him as he passed out and laid him on the floor. He got out his handkerchief and cleaned off his shoe. "You little son of a bitch! You're going to pay for that!"

After he'd cleaned off his shoe, he went to the cell door and buzzed for the orderly. The same one that had let him in, came to let him out. Bender went to the front desk and talked to the nurse. "I want to get my son checked out."

TBC