1Chapter Six
Sam carried the computer to the table as well as the blanket that was wrapped around him as he sank into the hard backed chair and began to type with a pain laced wince every few key strokes. Leah was in the bathroom getting cleaned up and Dean was pacing the room talking to Ash.
"Nah...nah the Bounty Light house at Greenburg. No the town is Greenburg...yeah the one in Virginia..." Dean's voice was laced with annoyance as Sam let the sound lull him into security. "Yes on the coast...Dude, it's a lighthouse!" Dean momentarily covered the receiver with his hand looking to Sam. "MIT my ass."
Sam chuckled as he began his own search listening to the singing coming from the bathroom. "I told you to call Bobby." Sam whispered punching a few more keys. HazelGrove gazette appeared on the screen and he started looking to the back logs knowing that they would have to go to the library to find the older additions. They only had the last four years archived online. "It's almost 9:00. I'm going to get cleaned up and run with Leah the police department see if we can't get those police files on the missing persons cases she found from the bar. You think being the normal everyday Joe you can check out the light house? I think you're immune to whatever is there."
Dean looked up from the phone and met Sam's eyes. "I'm not sure I want you two alone together or apart." Dean arched an eyebrow in protest to Sam's plan.
"You scared we might have some fun?" Sam chuckled.
"No I'm scared I'm going to lose my brother and get some innocent girl killed. You two can't control your abilities right now. And the last thing we need is for you to pass out at the police station or her to blink out of the cops lobby. In fact you two probably don't even need to leave this room." Dean paused a moment. Then spoke into the phone. "Yeah...e-mail those lists to Sam."
"I can't guarantee no leaving the room!" Leah called from the bathroom.
"Yeah yeah yeah." Dean muttered in Leah's general direction shaking his head. He then quickly corrected to Ash on the phone"No..no..no" Dean said into the phone. "I do not want that e-mailed...no I'm sure it's lovely...no...Ash...alright. Thanks dude."
"Calling Bobby?" Sam asked as he watched Dean flip the phone closed then instantly open it again.
"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Ash is e-mailing you a list of the former owners of the light house and the missing persons reports. No police department." Dean smiled.
"Great." Sam began to open his e-mail flexing his fingers as he typed off and on to evade the pain for a few moments.
"I won't do it again!" a female voice suddenly screamed out. Sam looked up and around the room seeing Dean pace with his back to him having obviously gotten a hold of Bobby. Leah was still singing in the bathroom so he was sure that if anyone else would have heard it that they would be reacting.
Sam flinched feeling pain begin to wind around his temples. "Please!" Sam felt his breath catch in his throat as his arms slammed into the arms on the chair and were held in place by some unseen bond. "Dean!" He screamed just as he felt his head yanked backwards and his vision began to shift before him.
"I have to make an example. Obviously Sandy wasn't enough of an incentive." It was the same voice from the bathroom and the man was now motioning to the fresh bricks in the doorway to the left. "Everyone watching?"
Sam managed to angle his head downward and he felt his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. He was bound to a metal chair with metal cuffs and all around the room set up like some sick twisted school house were rows of chairs with other people starring at him...some were crying...some where screaming...hopping around trying to keep from whatever was about to happen from happening. There were men...women...children...All bound and gagged...still the noise from all of the chaos had them all muffling something or another into their gags it was loud...there were so many of them.
Sam met several apologetic eyes as he heard himself sobbing against the killer at his back. "Please...I'll be good...I'll be so good...please..." He felt a bag of plastic being pulled over his head and then taped off at the bottom. Whoever he was in instantly panicked and he felt himself mirroring their actions even though he knew that the faster he breathed the less air he was going to have...the faster he was going to die.
"Everyone watch...if you don't watch - you're next!" The killer was screaming. Sam felt his lungs burning as he tried to see through the plastic memorizing the faces before him...the room...the lack of windows... "Come on freaks- time to pay attention. Did you see this coming Erica?"
A woman broke down in a sob across from him. "Bet you wanted to warn poor Hannah." The killer tormented the woman across from Sam as she watched him dying. "Maybe would have helped you clear your conscience. But we're all cursed...all of us...all evil...all damned...but we can make it all better...we can end this...I can end this...don't you want me to end this?!"
Sam actually saw a few weary nods from across the room. Nods of defeat. Sam suddenly watched the horror of the people across the room from him as the mad man slammed a knife into his chest clearly not understanding anatomy as he went to far to the right for the heart. Sam still arched backwards feeling the blade biting in deep as he sank backwards.
Dean had been pacing filling Bobby in when he heard Sam scream out his name at his back. By the time he turned around Sam was gasping for breath his head pulled back at a weird angle as his hands seemed held fast to the chair. Dean didn't have time to tell Bobby what was happening as he tossed the phone to the side and ran to Sam with enough noise to get Leah's full attention from the bathroom. Dean had just begun to try and snap Sam out of it when he saw the blood suddenly begin to soak into Sam's T-shirt. "No ...no ...no." Dean yanked the shirt down and starred in horror at the knife wound stuck just between the heart and right lung. The bastard may have nicked the lung. "Dammit." Dean screamed out.
Suddenly Sam collapsed no longer held fast his breathing slowly fading as if he had suffocated. "Sammy?" Dean watched as Sam automatically resuscitated as if the death had only momentarily stopped his heart from beating. Sam drew in one full breath then went slack again. "Leah?!" She was already racing out of the bathroom picking up the first aid kit and running with it to where Dean now was ripping Sam's shirt off so he could get to the wound as quickly as possible.
Leah gasped as she saw it and almost dropped the kit on the table. Dean however was now trying to get Sam back into bed looking over the knife would carefully. God if they had to go to the hospital...Dean pressed the T-shirt he'd just yanked off Sam's body against the wound as Leah motioned to the phone where a voice was urgently requesting information.
"Tell him to get here as fast as he can." Dean yelled at her as he looked back down at his brother out of breath and scared to death...how many more of these vision could Sam live through? He heard Leah relaying the information at hie back as he started to delve into the first aid kit for some sort of help...when the phone suddenly dropped to the floor and Dean turned to see an empty room. "Son of a bitch!" He screamed wondering what the hell else could go wrong.