AN: Here's the next chapter! Only one more chapter to go after this!
Dean growls and stands up quickly, his hand pulling out his gun. His eyes are glued to the pair of hunters exiting the cabin. A hand grabs his arm and yanks him down behind the bushes again.
"Are you trying to blow our cover?" Bobby growls out gruffly, but not demeaning. Dean hears him but keeps his attention trained on Walt and Roy. Bobby notices the gun already out and in Dean's hand. "What do you plan on doing with that already?"
"Whatever I have to," Dean snaps, finally turning his head to glare at Bobby. Bobby eyes the man before him, seeing the tenseness still in his shoulders, the jaw still clenched. But underneath the anger Bobby knows Dean is panicking; he sees the tremor in the young man's hands, the slight waiver of his voice, and the raw emotion encasing his eyes.
"You think killing two people will make this better?" Bobby asks, wanting Walt and Roy to pay for what they did to Sam but knows that killing people is a lot different than killing the supernatural.
"They are torturing my brother Bobby!" Dean shouts, his voice cracking on 'brother'. Bobby's head whips towards the cabin and sighs in relief when he doesn't see Walt or Roy anywhere. Bobby looks back at Dean, giving him a stern look, and Dean has the common sense to look sheepish for his lack of forethought.
"I won't stop you. You'll do what you want anyways. But just know, whatever you do, you will have to live with it the rest of your life," Bobby says, softening his tone and gaze, looking right at Dean. Dean nods his head once and then turns his attention back to the cabin.
"You see them anywhere?" Dean asks, searching the clearing around the cabin.
"No," Bobby answers as he shakes his head, searching for the hunters as well. "They must've gone inside."
"Let's go then," Dean says, quickly and quietly making his way towards the cabin, using as much cover as he can. Bobby follows after him, keeping up and stopping against the cabin wall next to Dean. Dean looks over and motions for Bobby to take the back while he goes in the front. Bobby nods his head and hurries around the corner, disappearing from sight.
Dean swiftly moves over to the door, opening it slowly and quietly. He peers inside and doesn't see anyone so he slides inside and shuts the door, grimacing at the click that seems to echo throughout the small house. Dean waits, holding his breath, but no one shows up. Dean cautiously searches the house but doesn't see anything that will help him find Sam. He moves towards the next room, freezing when he steps on a particularly squeaky board.
Hurried footsteps sound from another door and Dean swivels around, aiming his gun. Roy halts, staring Dean down for a moment before quickly raising his gun and aiming, a gunshot ringing out.
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Walt stares at Sam, Roy standing a couple feet him. After going outside and Roy helping to calm him down, Walt led them back in to the basement where Sam was. Truth was, as much as Walt hated to admit it, it was only a matter of time before Dean found them, especially after that e-mail. Enough was enough. He had to end this now, because this was Dean friggin Winchester and Sam Winchester knew him better than anyone. Walt wasn't going to throw Sam's promise out the window.
Walt hears a noise upstairs and peers up at the ceiling, listening. Not hearing anything else, he turns his attention back to Sam. He pulls out a large knife from inside his jacket and approaches Sam. A loud creak sounds from upstairs and Walt stops, looking above him once again. He looks back at Roy and nods out the door towards the stairs and Roy hurriedly leaves. Not long after, a gunshot sounding from upstairs has Walt rushing into action, moving towards Sam and brandishing the knife.
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Dean stares down the barrel of his gun at the empty space where Roy was standing. Now, Roy is lying on the floor with an extra hole in his body. Footsteps running towards him has Dean spinning around, relaxing when he sees it's only Bobby. Bobby's wide eyes look from a very alive Dean to the dead body of Roy, and then back to Dean again.
"He tried to kill me first," is all Dean says before swiftly moving towards the door Roy came from. Bobby glances at Roy once again, seeing his gun in his hand, and then hurries after Dean.
Dean moves down the stairs as fast as he can, keeping his gun aimed in front of him. Once at the bottom of the stairs, he glances around, seeing a room off to the side. He silently, but hurriedly, moves towards it, listening at the door when he reaches it. When he doesn't hear anything, he quickly whips the door open and moves inside, aiming his gun.
He stops suddenly, his eyes widening slightly before narrowing, a cold, hard glare aimed at the sight before him. He hears Bobby come in behind him, and can feel him tense. In the middle of the room is Sam hanging as he was in the video, shallow gasps of air sounding from him. Behind him, holding a knife to Sam's throat, is Walt.
"Get away from him Walt," Dean orders, wanting to check over Sam but not daring to take his eyes off Walt either. Walt smirks but doesn't move; he isn't senile, he knows the only thing keeping him alive right now is Sam. Besides, he hasn't finished his job yet.
"Don't think that's in my plan," Walt finally says, causing anger to propel through Dean.
"I'm only going to ask you this once more," Dean growls out, his voice turning cold and deadly.
"Dean, Dean, Dean…" Walt says with a mocking air to his tone.
"Move away from my brother!" Dean shouts, his eyes boring into Walt. Bobby glances at Dean, seeing the boy is ready to lose it if Walt keeps this going for too much longer.
Sam flinches at his brother's angry shout. He lifts his head up and sees Dean standing in front of him, aiming his gun at Walt, who Sam feels behind him. He also feels the knife Walt is holding by his neck and forces a swallow knowing Walt isn't leaving here without finishing his job; and seeing Dean humming with anger and panic, Sam makes a decision. He braces himself, knowing this plan is going to hurt, but not seeing any other way out. Sam looks at Dean, silently begging him to look at him.
Feeling someone other than Walt watching him, Dean finally looks at Sam, their eyes meeting. Dean's brow furrows just enough that only Sam catches it. Aware of Walt, Sam blinks once, letting Dean know he's sure. Wrapping his hands around the chains holding his wrists and mustering as much strength as he can, Sam kicks behind him, hitting Walt in the knee. Walt let's out a pained grunt, the knife moving away from Sam's throat and Sam hauls his body up, lifting his feet and legs as high as he can, a pained shout leaving his mouth.
As soon as Sam is clear, Dean let's loose three quick shots, hitting Walt in the stomach. Not being able to hold himself up any longer than those few seconds, Sam drops back down, groaning in pain, his breath raspy and shallow. Dean moves over to his brother's side, looking down at Walt. Walt looks at Dean, coughing a few times, blood bubbling out of his mouth. Dean doesn't say anything, just glares at Walt a second more. Bobby rests a hand on Dean's shoulder, looking down at Walt's lifeless eyes staring up at them.
"Dean, Sam…" Bobby says, knowing he doesn't need to say more. Dean nods his head, and with one last glance at Walt, he moves to help Sam down.
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