"I warned you about this, Joey," Jimmy said.
"Doc, I'm not delusional," Sam said.
"And I'm not stupid. Jimmy's my cousin. So was Joey."
"Sit up," Jimmy said, helping him do so after he undid the straps.
He put a gag in his mouth, a blindfold over his eyes and put the headphones over his ears again. He then helped him to stand up and guided him outside.
Sam had to rely on Jimmy to go wherever they were going. He could see or hear nothing. He stepped on some glass with his good foot and cried out behind the gag.
Unheard by Sam, Jimmy looked back at the doctor and said, "That was a good idea. Thanks."
He continued to walk Sam out who was not trying to favor both legs.
Sam felt himself being pushed down into what seemed to be the jeep. They traveled uphill for a little while and Sam was pretty sure they were returning to the cabin. The jeep stopped and a couple of minutes later he felt Jimmy pulling him out of the jeep and propel him forward. Then he was shoved down. He felt himself on cold ground. He felt himself being pushed into a lying down position. He felt the "staple blade" over his throat again. He felt the other going over his hips. Then het felt the blade go over his knees and then he felt his feet being tied together. Then nothing. He just lay there. Alone for all he knew. Or Jimmy could be close by watching him.
SSS
Jimmy went inside and moved the coffee table. He lifted up the root cellar door and threw some food down to his prisoners.
"Where's Sam?" they both asked.
"Sam doesn't exist anymore. You don't need to worry about Joey." With that he shut the door and replaced the table
SSS
Sam was shivering. He had no idea how long he had been like this, but he figured all night. He could feel sunlight on him. Then it went away in a spot. Someone was blocking the sun. He felt the throat blade being taken off. He felt himself being lifted to a half sitting position. The gag was removed. He felt something that tasted like oatmeal coming into his mouth by a spoon. As soon as he had been fed a few bites of that, he felt a glass and water was in his mouth. Then the gas was back in, he was pushed back down and the blade was back in place.
SSS
Sam was feeling hot again. He was also stiff. He felt another shadow blocking the sun. Again the blade was removed from his throat, he was lifted up and fed a sandwich. He was given more water and lain back down and the knife was put back into position.
SSS
The sun was just beginning to go down. Sam once again felt the blade removed from his throat. He was fed once again and left in place once again. Hours went by. All day he had slept off and on, so he was pretty much totally awake now. He thought he felt something crawling over him. He hoped it was just a mouse and not a rat. He had no way to move at all in order to displace whatever it was. Finally, it left of its own accord.
He had never known this, never thought about it, but having no sight or hearing was absolutely terrifying. You have no way of knowing what's two feet away from you.
SSS
Jimmy came out the next night and looked at Joey. He had been there for approximately 48 hours. He had had no food or water or breaks in the last 24. That was probably long enough to learn his lesson. He knelt next to him and took out the gag, removed the blindfold and the headphones.
"Joey, I want you to tell me why you don't like it here with me."
Sam had no idea how to answer that. He had to answer in some way to appease Jimmy or he would probably be left here to rot. "I know now that I was wrong. I thought you were trying to hurt me, but now I see that you're just trying to teach and protect me."
"You'd better mean that, Joey."
"I do," Sam said. More than anything he wanted to ask about Dean and his dad, but he was afraid to.
Jimmy ran his hand through Sam's hair. "Can I remove the blades and let you up?"
"Yes, please," Sam said.
Jimmy did so. Sam waited for Jimmy to come and lift him up. They were back inside the cabin in moments.
Jimmy sat down next to Sam on the couch. He then laid Sam down so that he was using his lap as a pillow. "You won't make me do that to you again, will you?"
Sam shook his head.
"That's my good boy," he said, rubbing his hand through Sam's hair again. It was the only way he knew of how to show his affection.
"I'm not really tired," Sam said. He had done nothing but lay down for he didn't know how long.
"I'll get you some sleeping pills."
"No," Sam protested.
"It's OK," Jimmy said. He gently got up from under Sam and retrieved the pills. "Open up."
Sam figured this was better than getting stuck outside with all senses cut off again. Jimmy placed the pills in his mouth, gave him some water and made sure he swallowed.
SSS
Sam woke up in the morning. Jimmy was nowhere in sight. He saw a note on the coffee table. He looked over and read it.
Dear Joey,
I've gone out to get groceries. I'll be back soon.
Love, Jimmy
Sam quickly rolled off the couch and went over to the sharp edge he had seen earlier. He went to work running it up and down his back. It took a while, and his back was bloody, but he got loose of the straitjacket. He then moved the coffee table and lifted up the trap door.
"Get the ladder, Sam," John yelled.
Sam looked. The ladder was all the way across the room. He made his way over as quickly as he could and got it. He was so weak after all the rest of his work.
"Should we wait for him to come back?" Dean asked.
"I'd prefer to just leave," Sam said.
They got outside. Dean ran to where they had left the Impala to find all four tires slashed. He swore and ran back to his family. He had just wasted 10 minutes. He explained the situation.
"I'll just slow you down. You guys go and get help," Sam said.
"Sam, that's stupid," Dean said.
"Dean, I don't have any shoes. My leg is in pretty bad shape. I'm exhausted from the fever."
"You can wear mine," John said, trying to fix the one thing he could from that list.
"One, that would leave you without shoes. Two, I have the biggest feet of the three of us. I can't wear either one of your shoes and you know it."
"Son, you're just going to have to try. I know it'll hurt, but we have to get out of here," John said in his most commanding voice and led the way.
"We're not walking on the road?" Sam asked.
"Don't you think that will make us a bit easy to spot when he comes back?" John asked.
They walked about fifty yards into the woods and found a stream. "Great, we'll follow this out," John said.
Sam stepped into the water. The stream wasn't deep and it felt good on his feet. "That's good thinking," John praised.
When they had walked about an hour, Jimmy jumped out from the bushes and landed directly behind Sam. "I knew you'd use the stream. You're so predictable, John. Let's go back home."
"We're not going with you," Dean said.
Jimmy pulled out his gun and held it up to Sam's head. He grabbed him around the chest and started backing up with him. "If I can't have him nobody can."
"Don't let him take me back with him. No matter what." If those were his only two choices, he would rather have Jimmy shoot him here than bring him back for more mind games.
"Shh," Jimmy whispered in Sam's ear. "It'll be OK." Jimmy continued backing up with Sam. Dean started to follow, but Jimmy shoved the gun tighter into Sam's temple. "Stay there."
"Dean," Sam begged.
Dean was torn. He knew that Sam didn't want to go with Jimmy, but he couldn't just let Jimmy shoot him. Jimmy backed him all the way to the cabin. He opened the door and backed in with Sam. "Sit down!" He didn't expect Sam to obey him with his family outside waiting to save him, so he punched him, dazing him and Sam fell down to the floor. He grabbed the sleeping pills and shoved two of them in Sam's mouth.
"What was that for?" Sam asked, after Jimmy had made sure he swallowed.
"Trust me. You'll thank me for that." Jimmy grabbed the can of gasoline he had in case he ran out up here. He doused the floor all along the wall where the door was. He lit a match.
"What are you doing?" Sam yelled. He didn't want to die in a fire. He was already falling asleep, though.
"We'll be together forever. Nobody will be able to separate us," he said. He sat down next to Sam and held him next to him.
John and Dean arrived at the house to see smoke coming from the door. They ran around the side. "Dad, over here," Dean yelled when he found a window they could get through.
They climbed through the window and found Sam and Jimmy lying on the floor. "He's mine," Jimmy yelled. Dean punched Jimmy and Jimmy fell back. Dean and John lifted Sam up and quickly exited the same window they had come in through.
"Let's go," John said. He didn't want to be anywhere near this place when the body was found. He wasn't sure how they were going to get Dean's car back, but that didn't seem particularly important right now.
They carried Sam out to Jimmy's waiting Jeep.
SSS
Sam woke up in a hospital bed again. He couldn't seem to move. He could open his eyes and move them. But, his arms and legs wouldn't move.
"I think you're brother and father brought you here instead of a hospital, because they thought there would be less questions."
Sam saw Jimmy's cousin the doctor standing above him. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but couldn't.
"That's the drugs that I gave you earlier. You're involuntary muscles all work, but your voluntary ones are all shut down. You're going to have a heart attack brought on by the difficulties of the last few days." Sam noticed that he had had a syringe in his hand the whole time and he was preparing to inject the IV. "This will hurt quite a bit. I wanted you awake for that. It was the least I could do for Jimmy. Dean may be awake by then, too." Sam now saw that Dean was sleeping in the chair by the door. "I gave him the same drug I gave you the other day. He'll wake up shortly, so I have to hurry."
The doctor went ahead and injected the IV with the drugs. "Don't worry you won't be able to tear the IV out, of course, due to the fact that you're immobile. Both drugs are untraceable. I'll easily get away with your murder."
"I don't think so," they heard from the door." John Winchester was standing there with a gun. He pulled the trigger and the doctor toppled to the floor. John rushed up and pulled the IV out. "Are you OK?"
Sam couldn't answer him.
"Dean?" John asked. He went over and shook him. He knew the doctor had done something to Sam. He could only hope he wasn't too late. But, if he did something to Dean to, John would hunt him through the afterlife.
"Dad?" Dean asked. He saw the doctor dead on the floor. "What happened.
"The doc must have been in on it the whole time," John explained. "We got to get Sammy out of here. He doesn't seem to be able to move or speak."
They found a wheelchair by the door. John was glad this was a one-man operation. They got Sam situated into the chair and out to the Impala.
"So, that's where you went," Dean said. Normally, he would be overjoyed to see his baby, but he had more pressing concerns. "What's wrong with Sam."
"I'm not sure. The doctor had just put something in Sam's IV to kill him, though. It hadn't had time to get to his system yet, so this must have been just to immobilize him. I think he wanted Sam awake for his death.
"Hospital or hotel?" Dean asked as he slid behind the steering wheel.
"Hotel," John decided. He was pretty sure this was going to wear off and it would be hard to explain.
They decided to get at least 100 miles away before they stopped. After all, they'd left a burned down cabin and a gunshot doctor behind. When they pulled into a hotel parking lot they heard Sam moan from the back seat.
"Sammy?" Dean asked.
"Jimmy dead?" he asked stiffy. He didn't think he could take it if there was any chance of Jimmy coming after him again.
"Yeah, Sammy, he's dead," John reassured him. "Can you walk?" Carrying Sam would be a collossal pain.
"Give me a couple minutes. It feels like when your legs go to sleep and then they're all tingling when they're waking up."
"Other than that are you OK?" Dean asked.
"Yeah."
A few minutes later, Sam got out of the car, with Dean supporting him.
"You two go get settled. I'll unpack some stuff."
"OK," Dean said.
SSS
After making several trips back and forth to the car, John went out one last time. He waited a few minutes and looked in the door and saw Dean and Sam talking. They didn't see him and he didn't want to interrupt. He had to get back to hunting the thing that killed Mary. It was the only way to ultimately save Sam.
SSS
"I can't believe he left us again," Sam said bitterly when they finally realized John was gone.
" Dean, I just want you to know that you're the best big brother ever. Definitely better than a shapeshifter and a psycho."
"That is steep competition," Dean said sarcastically. "Although the shapeshifter was handsome."
Sam rolled his eyes but he wouldn't trade his big brother for the world.
SSS
Jimmy felt his spirit leaving his body. His bones were pretty well burnt, but he was being kept here by unfinished business. He had meant what he said before. If he could have Joey, nobody could. He may not be able to leave his woods, but they would be back.
The End
A/N Don't worry. I'm not actually planning on doing a sequel to this. Just really liked the ominous ending.
