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Sam couldn't believe that his big brother, his hero, had been shot. Bobby's father, who was currently pushing said barrel of the gun into his temple, had shot his family.
Sure Sam has seen his brother hurt before, but it was by a supernatural creature, not by a human who needed the upper hand.
While Sam was lost staring at his brother with wide scared eyes, his captor spoke up.
"Now…I want no other surprises! Bobby son, I promise I won't hurt any more of these bastard children, as long as you do as I say. And as for you, you have some nerve trying to get the upper hand on me when I have your brother at gun point."
'Obviously this guy doesn't know what I would do for my brother.' Dean thought to himself. His plan was to sneak up on him, and when Sam was out of the clear, shoot the bastard. Unfortunately, this guy was a functional drunk, and could handle a gun well. He was able to shoot Dean who was in a darkened room, without even taking his eyes off of Bobby. The bullet didn't go all the way threw, he could feel it still lodged in his shoulder, and the pain was so intense he was positive he would pass out any second. The last thing he wanted to do was leave Sammy all alone with this gun-wielding lunatic. No, Dean would breath threw the pain, and come up with a way to contact their father, and get them out of this. He could pass out after Sam was away from the danger. Until then? Breath threw the pain, and don't pass out!
Breathing heavily, Dean tried talking to him. "Hey! How about letting Sam go, and taking me hostage? I won't fight, and I'm already injured!"
Bobby knew what Dean was doing, but he couldn't help yell out a frustrated 'DEAN!' The boy looked at him as if saying 'well I don't see you doing anything!' This was not Dean's problem to handle, this was not his responsibility, this was Bobby's! And damn it he was going to fix it! Bobby looked at his father again.
"You don't want kidnap and murder of minors on your head! Let them both go! They're innocent!"
The man thought about his sons warning for just a second, before taking control of the situation once more. He pulled Sam even closer to his chest, making Dean growl in anger.
"No listen! You two are going to the basement for right now, and once I've secured my hostage here, I'll take care of you two. Now go! Or else the kid gets a bullet in his knee caps!"
Both Bobby and Dean knew the man was capable of such a threat considering he had no problem with shooting Dean point blank in the shoulder. Both older men reluctantly started for the basement door. Bobby was helping Dean since he knew that gunshot wound must have hurt like a bitch. He was also helping put some pressure on it. Dean kept moving forward, but couldn't help but look back at Sam and make sure there was no other funny business going on there. He wasn't sure what he was expecting to see, but regardless, he wasn't going to like it. It was bad enough that Sam was in the arms of a mad drunken man with a gun.
Dean didn't care whose father this bastard was. His first mistake was threatening Sam, and his second was shooting Dean.
He was so going to pay.
The men got to the stairs. Bobby and Dean didn't want to go down and leave Sam alone, but at the moment they didn't have an option. Bobby headed down first, making sure to keep a steady hand on Dean, who had currently turned fully around to face the man threatening his brother.
"I'm warning you now. Let my brother go, or you'll be sorry."
Bobby's father would be lying if he said he wasn't a little bit intimidated by the young man in front of him. He was tough as nails, and brave as could be. The way he stood up for old man Fred, and now the way he was more concerned for the safety of his little brother, and almost ignoring the fact that he was shot! Yeah, this kid was one tough SOB. He regained his composure.
"Get down in the basement kid. I ain't tellin' ya again!"
Dean made sure to make eye contact with Sam, and even managed a smile that said ,'Don't worry, I'm alright, and you will be too.' It relaxed Sam a little bit, until the door was harshly slammed in Dean's face, making him stumble backwards down the stairs. Bobby managed to catch the young man before he completely fell down the stairs causing even more injuries. Dean hissed in pain, and seethed in anger, as he heard the latch to the door lock. Now his little brother was in real danger.
~*SPN*~
Sam started to relax when he saw his brother smile at him. He always had a way of making him feel safe with just a look. His relief was short lived when the basement door came slamming down on Dean's face, and it made his already injured brother stumble back. Ignoring the gun at his head, he yelled for his brother and tried to reach out, but Bobby's father was too strong. He pulled a struggling Sam close to him. "Stop squirming you brat!" He brought the gun down on Sam's head, making him pass out from the impact. He then dragged an unconscious Sam outside, and to his old pick-up truck. He took out the duct tape, and expertly tied his wrists and ankles together. He put him in the passenger seat of the truck, and just for extra insurance, tied thick rope around the boy's chest and around the seat, also making sure to tie an extra loop around the already bound wrists. He drove the truck to a part of the woods that would keep the truck and boy hidden. Once he was done, he was going to go back and secure the eldest brother. That one was trouble.
~*SPN*~
Once Dean got his footing, he started back up the stairs to ram the door. He only just hit it when the bullet that was still stuck in his shoulder made itself known. Dean yelled in pain and frustration as Bobby grabbed him tight.
"Damn it Dean are ya tryin' to kill yourself?!"
"He has Sam Bobby!"
"Ya I know that! But in case you've forgottin', you got a bullet still stuck in your damn shoulder! We need to get you fixed up before you die of blood lose."
Dean groaned as Bobby manhandled Dean down the stairs, and made him sit on a chair. Dean was holding his still bleeding shoulder, while looking around for any kind of weapons, or a way out, while Bobby was looking for his first aid kit.
"You wouldn't happen to have a gun down here would you?" Dean asked hopfully.
Without looking at Dean, Bobby answered. "Nothing like that. Just some garden tools. I guess they would come in handy, but we don't know where he stowed away Sam, and we don't wanna kill the bastard without knowing where your brother is first." Dean groaned again in frustration as Bobby found the first aid kit, and made his way in front of Dean. "Now stop movin' around and let me work."
Dean stayed still as Bobby started to tend to Dean. The hardest part was going to get the damn bullet out of his shoulder, but once it's out, it was just the matter of a patch job. Didn't take long for Dean to start a conversation.
"So…your dad hu?"
"That's 'im."
"Is there a name to go with that ugly mug?"
"Hey now, people say I look like that ugly mug. But his name is Ed Singer."
"What the hell does he need the money for? I mean, kidnapping and keeping hostages could lead to pretty serious charges. Granted when I get out of here the police won't need to be involved. Just him, me, and my gun. And I swear to everything holy that if he hurts one hair on Sam's head…"
"Calm down son. I know Sam is your responsibility, but Ed is mine. When the time comes, I will be the one to kill 'im. I don't want murder to be on your conscience at such a young age."
Dean scoffed. "Oh come on I've killed plenty."
"Not a human though." Bobby was fine with talking to Dean while working on the bullet since it distracted the boy, cause he grabbed onto the bullet with the small tweezers, and pulled the slug out as quickly as possible without causing more damage. Dean bit down on his lip so he wouldn't let out a scream, and when it was finally out, he sagged in relief, and even closed his eyes. "Hey! No sleeping!"
Dean opened his eyes and looked at Bobby. "Ok, patch me up so we can figure out a way to get out of this mess."
Bobby was already in the process of finishing up the stitches, when they heard the basement door open. Both men looked towards the door, and saw none other than Ed coming down the stairs. He stopped mid-way, and looked directly at Bobby and Dean.
"Well well. I'm not sad that you were able to save the lad from bleedin' to death. But now, it's time to secure 'im somewhere, so you and I could figure out how we're going to settle this. Now the kid is covered in his own blood, so your ganna help 'im up to the bathtub, and he'll stay there. I don't need 'im bleedin' everywhere." Ed pulled out his gun and pointed it at Dean. "Now come on or I'm shootin' 'im again!"
Bobby could tell his old man had snuck some more alcohol in between hiding Sam and coming back down to the basement. Bobby made sure to help Dean up, but also keep himself in front of him. These boys were his family, and right now they were both in serious trouble. Dean had been shot, and Sam was god only knows where. It would be nothing short of a miracle if the small family who was so protective of each other ever forgave him for putting them into so much danger. In the meantime, he was going to cooperate so that the boys didn't get hurt again, and he would find a way out of this mess.
Bobby put Dean in front of him, and made sure to stand between him and his father. They made their way up to the second story of the house, and into the bathroom. Ed threw a pair of handcuffs into the bathtub.
"Ok kid. Get into the tub, and handcuff yourself to the bar there." Dean sighed. He wanted nothing more than to punch the shit out of this guy, but in the meantime he had to cooperate. He picked up the handcuffs, got into the too small tub, put the handcuffs threw the bar, and hooked one wrist at a time into the metal circles. "Bobby. Check his wrists." Bobby went about jiggling the cuffs to show that they were tight and weren't going anywhere. He then stood up and was met with a gun pressing into his back.
"Ok son. Let's get downstairs, and we'll discuss the plan before you leave me here with these boys."
Dean watched as Bobby blinked at him before being ushered out. Once the door was closed Dean searched around him for whatever Bobby could of planted in the tub with him. Finally after squirming for several minutes, he discovered the paperclip. ' Bobby must have snuck it out and dropped it while checking the cuffs. '
Now all Dean had to do was get himself out, find Sam, get the hell out of town, and contact their dad. They've been in sticky situations before, and no way was Dean going to let this bastard win. But first things first.
Get out of the damn handcuffs!
