Chapter 7
A/N: Sorry for the wait, I was in the middle of moving and I had lost my Internet connection, but here is another fun-filled chapter! I do NOT hold any copyrights to the episode Benders or any of the Characters in the "Supernatural" Series. I've changed several of the characters' names and changed the story to how I felt made sense with the chapters and story. Thanks for reading. The only character that IS mine is the "Lisa" character. Enjoy!
Dean had waited inside the Police station with his sister for any available officer. When Lisa walked up to the woman handling the case the little boy had reported, she explained their situation. Dean looked at his sister. He was just glad to have his sister back on the road with him this time. She was older, more mature and he didn't have Dad stopping her. Then he remembered that when they find their father he was going to force her back to Missouri. He didn't have to worry about it until then.
Lisa described Sam's description to the officer. She was a little box looking but it was mostly due to the uniform she was forced to wear.
"Officer O'Toole, This is my cousin…" Lisa tried to remember the name Dean told her, but there were so many he had used before that she had forgotten.
"Officer Gerald Washington." Dean filled both of them in on his 'fake' name.
"Ok then Officer. What else can you describe about him?" She asked.
"Well, He has light brown hair and about 6'4. He was wearing dark jeans and a grey t-shirt and a navy blue jacket." Dean explained. "His name is Sam."
"His name is Sam Winchester… Like the gun?" Officer asked.
Lisa scuffed. They were always asked that. " Yea, like the gun"
O'Toole typed in his name.
"There is no report of your brother Sam. But your other brother Dean died four months ago in St Louis. Wanted for murder. Correct?"
"I couldn't tell you. I haven't spoken to him in years." Lisa added sarcastically. Glancing over an evil eye to Dean.
He better explain that to me later!
"Well Ms. Winchester, officer, we'll try to do everything we can to find your brother. In the mean-time is there anything we can do?"
Suddenly, Lisa remembered seeing a traffic camera that night. She quickly overlooked the name on the badge and asked.
"Officer O'Toole, There was a camera outside the bar… on the street, possibly a traffic camera. Is it possible those camera's were able to see if he was kidnapped or just walked out on me?" Lisa explained.
It may take a couple of minutes but I believe we can get the traffic camera feed to our computers. In the meantime, fill out this missing persons report…." She said. Then was interrupted by Dean.
"Listen, this is personal… He's Family. Please look for him."
Lisa knew Dean was worried. They have been the close brothers, she didn't want to lose one of them anytime soon.
"Lis, lets go outside." Dean said. He took Lisa's hand and both walked outside the station and made their way to a bench not too far.
Lisa hid her face in her hands and took a deep breath.
" How could I let this happen?" Lisa whispered. Dean looked at her in surprise.
"If only I went outside sooner and not bug you about the car. This could have all been avoided."
He took both her shoulders and forced her to look at him.
"Hey! Listen to me. You did NOT let this happen. Something took him. This wasn't your fault. Understand?!" Dean ordered. He tried to make her feel better but it didn't make her tear up any less.
"How can you be so calm with this? It's Sammy, you know?"
" Excuse me… I'm sorry I'll come back when you're ready." O'Toole said and started walking, but Dean caught up with her.
"Officer, My …cousin is very upset… you know about her brother. Did you find anything on the traffic camera?"
"Yes, actually. See the plates on this car?"
Dean noticed that they were new. A new plate on an old ratty car. Made no since.
"Their new… Stolen plates. Do the cameras show which way they were heading?"
"Yea" Dean then heard the same noise the boy explained in his report.
"Does that sound like a whiney growl to you?...I'll be damned" He realized it wasn't a demon or a ghost after these missing people… it's a human.
"Lisa, Stay at the motel… Officer O'Toole and I are going to where the pictures lead."
"What? No, Dean I have to go with you!" Lisa fought.
" Listen… this is different. I don't want two missing Winchesters. I love you too much to lose both of you. I'm begging you to stay behind. For Sam, please." Dean explained. Lisa could really sense the fear in him. She sadly nodded and gave him a hug.
"Be careful, please." Lisa added and then watched her brother walk to the police car.
Just like old times… Forced to be left behind. NOT THIS TIME.
Sam's POV
Sam woke up and was surrounded by metal…He was in a cage. He tried kicking, but that just hurt more. He was trapped, and there was no possibility that Dean or Lisa saw where this Demon took him. He heard someone wake up in the other cage.
"Hey, whose there?" asked the frightened man. He was pale and was beaten badly.
"My name is Sam. Do you know where we are?"
"All I know is that I was walking to my car and then someone grabbed me and I woke up here, that was two days ago." He explained. He walked closer to the door as both of them heard a door open. It was a man who walked down and flipped some type of switch. Suddenly the other man's cage opened and he was quick to run out. Sam caught a look of the figure that had opened the cage and found him to be human. Not a Demon, Not a creature, not a spirit, just a normal person…well maybe not normal.
"Wait, don't go. You should get back inside the cage." Sam warned.
"Are you kidding? These people are crazy! I'll go and get police." The man said as he ran outside. Sam could hear the rain falling hard outside.
"No, don't! It's a TRAP!" Sam yelled. He knew that once he left, he was not coming back.
The man ran outside and ran anywhere he could to try to get away from these freaky people. The rain fell hard and soaked him to the skin. He thought he was home free until he felt an unbelievably sharp pain shoot along his leg. He fell instantly, grasping his leg to see a bear trap clasping his ankle.
"Good job, Bucky!" stated George, the man with a trucker hat and a green slicker.
"Now what should we do to him?" Bucky, a little heavier then George who wore a worn out denim jacket.
Sam could hear the screams of the innocent man for once seconds…then he heard nothing but the rain and the laughter and joy of the men responsible.
Dean's POV
"So which road does the last picture show the truck going?" Dean asked.
"Well, it stays on this main road, but most people have their own private roads."
"Great!"
Officer noticed an email she received on her computer. After reviewing the message she pulled over.
"What's the hold-up officer?" Dean asked… he knew something was up.
"Well, Gerald. I just received a message. I had to back-check your badge number and it says you reported it stolen eight months ago. Here is your picture." She swiveled the picture and he noticed the heavy black man.
"I lost some weight. Have that Michael Jackson disease." He joked.
"Who are you? Is there really a Sam? Is the girl part of your scheme too?" Officer asked. She was pissed. They lied to her.
" Look, this isn't a scheme. Sam really is missing. Lisa never lied, it was all me… well the part about being a cop at least." He explained.
"You're a felon. Why should I help you or your cousin, if that's who she really is." Officer threatened.
"It's important to me. Recently I pulled him out of a fire. It's my job to make sure Lisa and Sam are safe. I need your help, please!" He begged.
She gave him a look of disbelief and shook her head.
"I can't do that."
Both of them paused. Both wandering in their own thoughts Officer pulled her seatbelt back on and motioned to him.
"I'm taking you in… after we find Sam Winchester." Dean looked at her and nodded.
The Next Morning.
Hey you reached Lisa I'm not here, you know the rest. BEEP
" It's me, Look this is the second message I left you. Call me back." Dean scuffed. She never answers her phone. One day that will get her in trouble.
"Ok… There is a road up ahead. The only private residence for the next 20 miles, it's out in the sticks. May be our best bet to where Sam is." Officer explained.
Something else was bugging Dean however.
" I may be pressing my luck about this… but… Why are you helping me?"
"Because… three years ago my brother went missing. I've never really forgiven myself for what happened to him. Now, it may be the time to find out what might have happened." She explained and ended on that note and both got back into the car.
About seven miles down the road, Officer noticed the small side road. She turned into it and parked. Both she and Dean walked out of the car and she halted.
" I'm gonna ask you to walk back to the vehicle." She ordered.
"What? No, I'm going with you." He argued
"Hey, you can't! You're a civilian…and a criminal as far as I know."
"Look, I'm not letting you go in there by yourself. I'll be your back up. If there is nothing here, I'll go back with you to the station and I'll corporate." Dean stated.
She looked at him with confidence and nodded.
"Shake on it." She said and offered her hand. Dean couldn't believe how easy that was as he reached out her hand.
Before he even knew it, she had hand cuffed his wrist. She pulled him to the car and hand cuffed the other link to the handle.
"You can't be serious!" Dean scuffed.
"Well, I am." She ended and clicked the car locked.
" I gotta start carrying paper clips." He noted.
Officer O'Toole walked up the road and saw an old house. Very ratty and dirty. She walked up to the porch and knocked.
She was surprised to see a little girl.
"Hello." She stated, trying to be as calm and nice as possible.
"Who are you?" the little girl asked. She seemed so innocent, almost lost.
"I'm Catherine. I'm a deputy at the county police. Is your mother home?"
"My mother is DEAD." She answered. Her sweet innocent voice turned into a creepy threat.
"Ok… how about you're dad?" She just shook her head no. Catherine pulled out Sam's picture and handed it to the little girl.
"Have you seen this Man? His name is Sam." When she saw the little girl's grin turn to a smile, she figured there was hope.
"What?" Catherine asked.
"That's going to hurt" The little girl replied. Catherine turned around to find a shovel hit her quickly in the face.
Dean could hear the whiney growling car coming.
"Shit!" He said… then he heard footsteps. He squatted down hiding underneath the window.
The steps grew closer and closer and he noted the familiar Black and Red converse shoes!
"What did you say that would get you locked to the car?" Lisa asked, teasing him. He let out a sigh of relief to see that it was his sister, but a little more angry that she had disobeyed him.
" No time to explain… Do you have anything I can pick these with?"
Lisa pulled out a bobby pin she had in her hair. She bent down to the cuffs and started picking at it.
"Who taught you to pick locks?" he asked.
"I taught myself… I used to sneak out at night and Missouri started to lock my door from the outside so I had to pick the lock" She said as the hand cuffs slipped off his wrists.
Both ran to the house. Along side the house were two cellar doors.
Sam's POV
He noticed the new woman in the cage next to him begin to stir.
"Are you alright?" He asked. He saw her react to him quickly.
"Are you Sam Winchester?"
"Yea!"
"You're cousin and sister are looking for you." She explained.
Sam sighed in relief. "Thank God!"
Both heard a sound of a door being unlocked and heard footsteps going in the cellar.
Sam recognized those shoes anywhere.
"Lisa! Dean!" Sam said. Dean was the first to reach the cage.
"Sam! Are you hurt?" he asked.
"No."
" Damn, it's good to see you!" he added. Sam saw his little sister run to the cage and put her fingers through to touch him.
"How did you get out of the cuffs?" Catherine asked, confused.
" I know a trick or two." Dean said, with that Lisa gave him another sarcastic look.
"Oh, thank God you're okay! I was so scared!" Lisa cried.
"I'm okay." Sam assured her.
"We saw a couple of old cars out back too. I guess when they take their hostages, they take their car too." Dean added.
"Did you see a black Mustang about ten years old?"
"Yea, actually. It was your brother's car?" he asked. She nodded and moved to the handles of the cage.
"Whoa! These locks look like their gonna be a bitch!" Dean noted.
"Dean, Their just people. They kill people."
"What? You mean that people do this?" Lisa asked. Dean had to explain to them.
"That's the difference between the things we fight. Demons and Spirits have Guidelines and barriers. People who do this are just frigging crazy."
" I have to find a key or a switch something to get you out" Lisa said.
"I'm gonna look upstairs. You check down here." Dean ordered and made his way up the stairs.
" I will be right back. Don't go anywhere." She said making her way to the back.
" Locked up, Remember Lis." He yelled at her.
Dean walked up the stairs and looked around. Lose papers and car keys. Jar of… a jar of back molar teeth.
Squeak!
Dean put the jar of teeth back down and quickly made an about face and noticed a little girl. She appeared to be frightened by him.
He placed his finger onto his lips to try to keep quiet.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He noted. He wasn't too happy when he saw her pull out a little dagger, sharp point facing him.
" I know." She threw it into his coat, forcing him to stay on the wall.
"DADDY! DADDY!" she yelled. By the time Dean pulled out the dagger, the old man had appeared to quickly knock him down.
"Missy, get your brothers up here." Father ordered.
Lisa walked around, looking for anything. If not a remote or a key, sure something heavy would do it. Looking at the walls, she noticed all the army attire and pictures.
Pictures!
"Oh My God" She whispered, as she noticed all the pictures were of men and bodies of other men who had already been killed. She then noticed a funny looking key under the pictures.
"Sammy, I got it." She said once she got back to the cages.
"Good, Get us out of here, Quick!" Sam said.
Dean woke up to find three hillbillies staring him down.
"This one is feisty. He'd be great to hunt down." Old man said smiling with his brown rotting teeth.
"You mean you hunt people?" Dean asked.
All the men laughed.
"I've hunted many things in my life. Deer, Bears, but the best is human life. You hold their soul in your hands till their eyes go black, and you feel accomplished what you've done. A tradition passed down from father to son and now daughter." Old man explained.
"Does that prove why you only marry your sister?" He joked. Knowing he's still in immediate danger, he kept as calm as he could.
"We know you were with the cop. Does anyone else know about us?" He asked, pulling out a red hot poker.
"Eat me… Oh wait no, you actually might…"
"This is no joke, Boy! Who else is with you!" old man asked as he placed the hot poker on his shoulder. Dean yelled out in pain as the heat burned right through his clothes to his skin.
Lisa heard Deans scream and knew he was in trouble as well.
"Sam that was Dean. We got to hurry." She said and moved to the box next to the railing.
"No one, it's just me and the cop." Dean yelled. He breathed out the rest of the pain as much as he could. Even though it hurt like hell.
"Then you have a choice to make. You have to decide who dies. The boy or the bitch. Who will it be?" old man threatened as he ordered one of his sons to hold Dean's head as he placed the poker as close to his eye as possible.
"The guy! The Guy! Take the Guy!" Dean begged. He knew that if Sam was the one they were going to hunt, then he had a fighting chance.
"Boys… You heard him...but shoot him in the cage." Old man told his boys.
Dean stumbled in disbelief.
"What? I thought you said you were gonna hunt him?"
"After you kill the boy…shoot the cop. Missy, make sure he doesn't move." Old man ordered. Missy held her dagger to his head, moving it around his face.
Lisa had tried to open the cages, but it wouldn't take that key. She heard the cellar doors open and she ran behind one of the work tables. She pulled out several of the daggers that were stabbed in the table, and waited till she had a mark.
One of the three boys went down into the cellar as the other two stayed and watched guard.
"Too bad your brother couldn't help you out. He's a little tied up at the moment." One of the old man's boys explained as he turned the key to the box for the cages. Both Cages opened, but neither of them ran out. The man walked over to the cage and aimed the riffle to his chest.
"Any lasts words?" the man asked. Lisa found her target and stood up.
"Hey!" she yelled and threw one of those daggers at the man's arm with the riffle.
The man yelled in pain, as Lisa ran for the side doors that lead to the barn. Before she got out, the man took a try to shoot her. Lucky for her, he missed.
Sam threw one of the chain links at his forehead hand he collapsed to the ground.
"Hey Buck. Buck!" one of the brothers yelled down. Once the brothers didn't hear him respond, both ran down the stairs. They saw that their brother was unconscious and locked in one of the cages.
"They must have run into the barn." One of them yelled and both ran inside the barn.
Dean struggled with his ropes and tried his best to avoid the end of that dagger wandering around his face.
Dean looked up behind her and smiled.
"Why are you smiling?" she asked, keeping her innocent voice in tact.
"That's gonna hurt." Dean stated. Right there the little girl turned around quickly and noticed the end of Lisa's fist punching her right between the eyes. The girl fell back hard to the floor.
"Dean, you have to stop getting in these positions." She argued as she was cutting his ropes. Before she could get anymore cut loose, she felt a pistol to her back.
"Nobody else was with you, eeh? You know you shouldn't have keep secrets from me boy. Cause now, I'm gonna hurt this little one like she did mine." He threatened and cocked back the safety. At that point, Lisa jabbed the same dagger she used to cut Dean's ropes into the old mans foot.
He too now yelled in pain. She got up to run, but the old man had caught her by the neck with his rifle and started to choke her. She tried helplessly to get out of his grasp, but it wasn't working. Her head began to feel light as the lack of oxygen made it harder to stay conscious.
"You can feel it, can't you child? The wanting to move your legs becomes less as your body begins to give up. Come on, it won't be long now till you pass out." He teased as sure enough her arms and legs begin to feel heavy and the world around her begin to spin.
"That's it girl. Give it up."
At that point she had only one more option… a little trick that she learned from a movie. She was going to SING.
She elbowed him in his gut, and then quickly stepped on the dagger still left in his foot. A quick punch to break his nose and a kick to the groin once he released her. She fell down to the ground and caught her breath, trying to move as close to Dean as possible to untie the rest of the rope. The old man still never gave up and pointed his riffle to the girl. He was about to pull the trigger when another gun from the other side of the room fired and shot him in the shoulder and he went down in pain.
Catherine stood in the hallway with the riffle still aimed at the old man. Sam came quickly behind her to collect his sister off the floor.
"Are you okay?" he asked, pulling her up from the floor. She nodded as she rubbed her neck. Sam took out his pocket knife and cut the strand and the three stood along side Catherine.
"Go lock up the others, I'll watch him" Catherine offered. They all walked down into the cellar. Once down and done putting the other two brothers in the cages, they heard a gunshot.
They were all outside and Catherine called for backup. She walked up to the three and explained what was going to happen.
"The state police and the F.B.I will all be here within the hour. They'll wanna talk to you guys… which is why you all should get going."
They all nodded and began to walk, but Dean wanted to leave on a good note.
"Catherine… I'm sorry about your brother."
"Thank you. I thought it would be easier to find out what had happened to him, but, it doesn't." she said, and walked back to the house.
The three Winchesters headed to the impala.
"Don't do that again, Sam." Dean ordered.
Sam scuffed. "Do what?"
"Go missing like that."
"You were worried?" he asked. Lisa turned around. "We all were." He pulled her in and hugged her.
"So, on a more funnier note, I saved both your asses! And you both worry about me!" She said, showing them her proud smile.
"Hey, you could have gotten killed if you didn't watch Miss Congeniality for the eight hundredth time this week." Dean added.
"She did the SING? Man, I would have loved to see that!" Sam also added as all three walked inside the impala and drove to the next town.
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