Title/Chapter: Look Into His Eyes - Ch. 7 "Caught"
Author: Supernatural Mommy
Characters: Sam, Dean (no pairings), OFC (no romantic interests), OMC (child)
Spoilers: None really, unless you've not seen Season one, to Nightmare
Warnings: PG-13: Language, mild violence (towards a child) and hurt/comfort, some religious references
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em pity, but new characters are my own creation.
Summery: A new enemy comes to play, catching a Winchester and Bobby.

Chapter 7 - Caught

Mr. Daniel Larkin had never been so ticked off in his life.

As if he wanted to try and apologize to this little Carver twerp about how he had acted towards her. But the rebuke had been quite clear. He either made this go away or the results would be swift.

He would be out of a job.

He couldn't help it that his department knew how to anger the multitudes that passed through the ER. Or that the ER department, during his shift no less, had managed to accumulate close to fifty complaints in the last three months. It wasn't his fault. And it wasn't fair that his job was on the line.

He sighed, looked at the street sign and realized he was about a block away from the Carver residence. He stopped at the red sign absentmindedly, trying to form the stupid words he would use with the girl.

This was his life, he sneered to himself, and on a Saturday night no less.

He sure hoped her buddies weren't around. He loosened the collar of his shirt as fear snaked its way down his spine. The one who had whispered in his ear scared him silly.

Lost in his thoughts, he wasn't aware of the oppressive black mist that snaked its way through the open window. He turned just in time to open his mouth to scream. But no sound came out of his open mouth as the mist penetrated his body and mind.

Mr. Larkin was no longer in control.

The blackness ruled.

His master would be pleased.

Black eyes stared at the street signs and a grim smile graced the lips as he turned the corner and then turned again to go down the alley he knew would be there.

The cold eyes absorbed the scene in front of him as he slowed the car.

Here was his prey, the little brother.

The smile widened. This was going to be too easy.

Not really one for conversation, he stepped out of the car and forward swiftly, swinging wide at the small body barreling past him. Hm. The child must not have been paying attention. Black eyes studied the still form at his feet dispassionately.

He bent to scoop the prey up, but paused as he shifted him over his shoulder, aware of another threat barreling through the shrubbery. He tossed the limp body into the back of the car and turned to meet his new threat.

Tall and lanky, the hunter poised in front of him, tensed and arms poised for a fight. Here was a different brother. Dangerous. For most men, he was dangerous. But he was not most men. He was above them.

"What do you think you're doing?" It was a dangerous voice, but he was unconcerned. "Hey!"

He jumped with unnatural grace to stand directly in front of the tall man. While he was shorter, he did have the element of surprise. He swung forcefully, striking hard and fast. It also helped to have supernatural strength. He smirked at the look of surprise on the young man's face.

He recognized the look of comprehension that graced the face, acknowledged the dangerous glint that his deep eyes now possessed.

"Dean!" The man screamed for his brother over his shoulder, still maintaining eye contact. He dared to speak forcefully to him. "You can't take him."

Hearing an answering yell and the soft sounds of pounding footsteps, the demon regarded the newest threat. His eyes narrowed. He would just have to take him as well.

His prey shifted position, preparing. He blocked the first hard jab, stumbling to the side slightly. The demon smiled grimly, and planted a fist squarely into the man's midsection, doubling him over. His prey tried to block it, tried to throw an effective punch back in his direction. It didn't work.

He hit the man on the side of the head with a dismissive show of strength. The hunter crumbled to the ground, as he knew would happen.

The footfalls were closer now, and another figure broke through the shrubbery, stumbling. The demon easily picked up the gangly man, tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He glared at the man who rushed forward and jerked his head, sending him in the air to land in a soft thump on the ground several feet away.

He pushed his newest charge into the back of the car roughly and shut the back door. He gazed over at the other man, who was standing, glaring back at him. A small figure bounded through the shrubbery behind him and stopped behind the other hunter's arm.

"Stop, Annie. He has Sam." His eyes narrowed. "And I think he has your brother too."

"Mr. Larkin?" The brown eyes widened in quick realization. "You're not Mr. Larkin."

With a flick of his wrist, the two flew backwards, landing on the ground hard. Annie looked up, brown eyes terrified as she took in the sight before her.

Bobby's head was leaning against the window, his hand pounding weakly against it. His eyes were barely open, and a small trickle of blood ran down the side of his face.

Annie was helpless to stop that thing as it glanced dismissively at her and then ran to get behind the wheel of the car. She was struggling to her feet as the car sped away.

"Bobby." Tears started slowly down her cheeks, and she wiped them away angrily.

"Sam." Dean was on his feet, watching the car speed away with a hard glint to his hazel eyes.

Their eyes met; twin echoes of hurt. Dean pulled her against his chest, felt her sobs as she tried to stop them.

"We'll get them back, Annie. I promise." He gritted his teeth. "Besides, Sam's with him, and he won't let anything happen to Bobby either."

A rustling behind them signaled the arrival of Andy. He knew at a glance something was wrong.

"What happened?"


This was wrong.

Dark, and scary.

He didn't know what to think about this place. But it wasn't a place he knew, and that scared him.

Annie wasn't here, and that scared him too. He had called her name, louder and louder. But she wasn't here.

This room was small, and he only saw a door, and the bed he was laying on.

His head hurt. He thought he hit something, before he was here. But he wasn't sure. It was so fast. He had been playing a trick on Annie; running, giggling. And now he was here.

He sat up slow. The air was cold here. He shivered. He reached for the blanket but felt something else and snatched his hand away.

He turned to look. It wasn't a blanket; it was a man. He leaned closer, trying to see in the dark.

Sam.

He touched the man. Poked his shoulder.

Nothing.

Something was wrong. He pressed his other hand against Sam's chest. It moved.

He pushed against the chest, wanting Sam to wake up. He used both hands to try and shake Sam's chest. He was more scared now. But if Sam would wake up he knew he would feel better.

He had to look closer. He leaned over, pressing both hands against Sam as he looked close at his face. There was something on the side of his face. What was that? He reached up and touched Sam's face. It was sticky.

"Sa'?" Sam needed to wake up now. He wanted Sam to open his eyes now. He pushed his chest again, harder. Move! "Wa'up, Sa'." (wake up Sam)

Nothing.

It was hard to say the words. They worked in his head, but not his mouth. He growled in anger. He needed to do something. This was wrong. This was too much.

He started the small swaying motion without thought. He just wanted to feel better. Rocking was good. It helped.

He backed away. He was so scared. He hit his head with his hands. Again. Harder. Crying now. Hitting. But it didn't help. Rocking helped. Hurting didn't. So he stopped.

God, please help.

He felt the bed move, and stopped rocking.

Sam?

He looked over and saw dark eyes watching him. Sam! He put his head on Sam's chest. He heard Sam make a sound but he stayed there. Sam made him feel better too.


He came to, feeling the bed he was on rocking slightly. At first he didn't remember what had happened. He racked his brain trying to remember why he felt like he'd gone ten rounds and lost.

His eyes flew open as everything came crashing back.

Bobby!

He shifted on his side, just a little concerned to find his hands trapped behind his back.

He found out why the bed was rocking. Bobby must be terrified. He stopped rocking suddenly, as he realized Sam was staring at him. He was about to say something when the little guy just plowed into his chest.

He groaned.

He couldn't help it. His ribs were really tender. But he bit back the pain. Bobby was shaking, great sobs racking his little body as he pushed his head firmly against Sam. A very scared Bobby hug. Poor little guy.

"Hey little guy." He wanted to reassure him. But since he couldn't even hold him with his arms stuck behind him, he would settle for getting the little man to calm down.

"Bobby, hey ..." He tried to sit up, which was difficult with the child attached to him. But he did finally manage to rotate his legs out and sit up. Bobby loosened his grasp when he realized what Sam was trying to do.

It was awkward, at best, trying to position himself without the use of his arms. He was about to lean back against the wall when something on Bobby's face stopped him. He was watching Sam and put his hand on Sam's left arm. He peered around Sam's back and followed the long arm down to where it was attached to his other arm. Sam startled to feel a little hand feeling the ropes that dug into his wrists, pulling.

"Hey, no¼it's okay Bobby." He didn't want to see that look on the child's face. It was a question. Sam realized the little boy just didn't understand enough about what was going on. What was he supposed to tell him?

It seemed he understood more than Sam had at first realized, as a lone tear snaked its way down a dirty cheek.

"Sa' hur'?(Sam hurt?)" Brown eyes made almost painful contact with his own. Oh yes, the child understood something. "Ro' hur'(Rope hurt?)? Cu ro' (cut rope?)?"

The child jumped off the bed, looking around anxiously. Puzzled, Sam just watched him dart from side to side of the small room.

Several minutes later, he was watching with a growing fascination as the child studied the room in detail. He'd searched along the walls and floorboards, the entire breadth of the floor and was now on his stomach peering under the dark recesses that hid beneath the bed.

He'd tried several times to convince him to stop. Asked him to come give him a hug. He begged him to just sit on the bed. The little kid growled at him.

Growled.

That had almost caused Sam to laugh hilariously. Lot of good he was to Bobby. The child wasn't put off by his puppy dog look – he wouldn't even look into his eyes. Frustrated, he decided at some point the child would just tire out and stop this new obsession of his.

A happy cry from Bobby's lips pulled him away from those frustrated thoughts, and he leaned over to see what had captured the boy's attention.

Bobby had stopped peering underneath the bed and was crouched by the side, fiddling with something on the foot of the bed. Sam squinted, what was that? Bobby paused and graced Sam with a head tilt and brown-eyed gaze that spoke volumes about the boy's excitement. He could sense the boy wanting to share something with him.

"What is it Bobby? What did you find?" Sam scooted over to the edge of the bed, lowering himself onto his knees by the side of the bed.

"Cu' Ro'! (Cut Rope)" Bobby exclaimed happily, pulling Sam over to where had just been sitting.

"Careful, dude. Sam's not that steady on his knees. What did you find, there, kiddo?" He grinned at the excitement in the boy's face and peered a little closer at the thing that had captured the child's interest.

"Cu' ro', cu' ro'!" Bobby obviously thought something was capable of cutting the rope on Sam's wrists.

And as he figured out what the small object was that had the boy so excited, Sam couldn't help but grin a little wider. It was a long nail, sticking out at a weird angle. To anyone else, it might have seemed insignificant. How Bobby had realized that it was worth a lot more he wasn't going to question.

"Good job, Bobby!" Bobby grinned, giggled and started fiddling with his hair. He scooted back as Sam sat down and maneuvered himself to work on the ropes at his wrists.

The nail was a bit twisted, rusty and had some sharp points where it had been dealt the wrong end of a hammer during its life. It wasn't easy, and it took forever, but the nail eventually pulled and shredded enough of the ropes. Sam felt the give and grinned widely, pulling his hands apart in victory.

He turned and saw Bobby, still playing with his hair, behind him. The sight of the little boy brought him up short though. He was rocking gently, front to back, head cocked to the side. A distant expression was sheltered in his deep brown eyes.

Sam sighed. He looked Bobby over carefully, gazing critically at the knot visible on the side of child's head. A small trail of blood had snaked its way down the side of his head and in front of his ear, drying into a hard line. Slight trembling accompanied the rocking child.

He didn't even have shoes on. He was just a kid. Innocent.

"Bobby?" The little guy flinched from the sound of his voice. Obviously he had been lost deep within his own world for a time. His eyes focused Sam, meeting his eyes with just a flicker of his own brown ones.

His eyes suddenly found the bracelet on Sam's wrist quite fascinating. He reached out, touched the leather bracelet, and then snatched his hand back.

"Hey there, it's going to be okay Bobby. We'll get out of this." Sam had noticed the sudden fascination. "Here, buddy, you want to wear it for a little while?"

He slipped the leather from his wrist and waited for Bobby to extend his wrist. He let the boy push his wrist through the bracelet himself.

Bobby grinned, and then surprised Sam with his own brand of affection. A Bobby hug. This time, Sam didn't even flinch at the pain as the child launched his small body headfirst into his mid-section. He gathered the child close and pulled him tight against him. He was a little surprised the child allowed it, but grateful.

"Why don't we get a little more comfortable, okay?" Comfortable: In a room that was serving as their prison. Yeah. Sure. Sam laughed inwardly at the irony of it all.

He knew he should go check the lock on that door, but the little boy in his arms claimed his attention first. He lifted the boy and unsteadily moved to his feet. Then he settled on the bed, curving the small body more comfortably into his own as he backed against the wall.

"We will get out of here, kiddo. I swear. And I bet my brother and your sister will go crazy trying to help." He'd seen a lot of the same protectiveness in Annie that his own brother often showed. And he was sure they were doing all they could to get them out of this.

"You know, Bobby. This might be a good time for me to brush up on my Latin." Chuckling at the absurdity of it all, he shook his head. "I bet yours is better than mine, though, huh? Those bad guys won't know what they've messed with once we start exorcizing their ... behinds."

The steady breathing from the small form in his arms gave rise to a surge of protectiveness in Sam. He huddled the child a bit closer to him, trying desperately to believe in his ability to protect them.

But frankly, he knew they were screwed.

On the positive side, at least Bobby wasn't alone.


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