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Chapter 9
"I want to see my brother." Sam demanded, nervously. "I need to see him, to know if he's okay."
"Oh, he's okay," Eric declared..
"I want to see for myself."
Eric skewered Sam with a hostile glare, grinning. The only thing Sam could think of was that Patrick and Eric were both enjoying themselves a little too much.
Sam yanked against the ropes that had him bound to the pole, while Patrick left to go get Carrick, after first making Eric promise not to beat the shit out of the young man while he was gone.
Eric moved around to the other side of the room, messing with something over there that Sam couldn't see.
Beginning to yell out again, for the psycho to let him see his brother, he thought better of it. He needed to get away and get to Dean. If he had been turned as the two men said, he had no idea what he was going to do but Sam made up his mind he would think of something.
After what seemed like an eternity, Sam finally got free of the ropes. Keeping his arms behind the pole, it still looked as though he was tied. Turning, Eric glowered angrily at Sam, narrowing his eyes at the man sitting on the floor.
Why was he so quiet all of sudden, Eric mused. Sauntering back over to the bound man, and glaring down at his prisoner, Eric had no doubt that Sam was up to something.
"What are you thinking Sam?"
Keeping his mouth shut, he needed Eric to come closer. His feet were still tied so he needed to get to Eric with his hands.
"Answer me, Sam." Eric growled suddenly giving Sam and idea. He only hoped it worked.
Glaring up at the man standing before him, Sam grinned. Eric thought he was being cocky which made him angrier.
Sauntering ever closer, Eric baited Sam. "You're brother is going to cause you so much pain. He's going to bring you all kinds of harm Sammy."
Taking a deep breath, Sam replied. "Dean is the only one that gets to call me Sammy you piece of shit."
Eric glared down at him.
Come closer, Sam thought.
"Is that so?" Eric leaned down closer to his prey. "I say I can call you that."
"Where is my brother?" Sam asked angrily, ignoring Eric's response. "I want to see him."
"Well that's just too damn bad Sammy. He's not going to know who you are anyway, or if he does remember who you are, he'll think you're his enemy now."
"Dean wouldn't do that." Sam said, unsure. Just a little closer.
"Sure he would. You will be surprised at what Dean would do now."
Sam shook his head. Eric was enjoying himself and finally got down in Sam's face.
That's it!
Eric glared at Sam, almost getting nose to nose. Sam grinned then and before Eric knew what was happening, Sam hit him hard in the face knocking him backwards.
Eric hit the ground cursing. Getting back to his feet, Sam took both feet, since they were currently tied together and hit him hard just under the chin. Eric fell again, this time unconscious for Sam knocked him out.
"Yes!" Sam yelled triumphant, untying his feet. Running over to where Eric lay, Sam looked around for any type of weapon he could use but there wasn't any, so quickly searching Eric's pockets Sam removed Eric's gun and the keys to the door.
He tied Eric's hands behind him, gagging him so he couldn't get away or yell for help, Sam hurried for the door, opening it cautiously.
Sam stole a look on each side of the hallway noticing that it was empty. He went out to look for his brother. He'd also taken a pair of handcuffs off of Eric in case he needed them.
If Dean had been turned, Sam didn't want to think about it but it was possible that he would have to kidnap his own brother in order to get him away from here. If Dean had been turned, Sam thought, he would have to be deprogrammed.
Sam didn't care what he had to do. If his brother had been turned, he would get him back if it was the last thing he did, or die trying.
"Hang on Dean." Sam whispered, going up the basement steps, cautiously entering the main part of the house.
Looking around and not seeing anybody, he quickly stepped through the door. It occurred to him this was way too easy but he didn't stop. He didn't have time to worry about that. Sam made his way back toward the cell he had been held in earlier. Looking inside, he found it empty. Walking on down the hallway to the room where Dean was at the last time he saw him, he peered inside the little glass window of the cell door. Dean's stretcher was empty, but Patrick was there not paying Sam any attention. Carrick was no where to be found.
Slowly, cautiously, Sam opened the door, careful to keep quiet. His plan was to sneak up on Patrick, grab him and make him take him to Dean. That was the plan, but not what happened.
Sam was able to sneak up on Patrick easy enough. Placing the gun to his head, Sam warned, "Don't move." Patrick froze.
"How did you get away?" Patrick raised his hands.
"Where the hell are you holding my brother?" Sam asked dangerously, ignoring Patrick's question. "Where is he?"
"Where is mine?" Patrick replied, not moving.
"Take me to Dean."
Patrick grinned, turning around slowly, hands raised. Sam pointed the gun right between his eyes.
"You're making a mistake."
"It's mine to make. Where the hell is Dean?"
"I'm right here," Dean replied, shocking the hell out of Sam.
Sam was about to turn around but felt a gun pressed into the back of his head.
"Dean?" Sam said slowly. "Wait a minute."
"Turn around nice and slow," Dean ordered. Patrick took Sam's gun and Sam raised his hands doing as his brother told him to do. When he turned, he glanced at Dean, not really believing that his big brother, his protector was now holding a gun on him. He started to sweat.
"Hello brother." Dean said. Sam froze as Dean cocked the gun.
P.S. Well I wouldn't be me if I didn't hold everyone in suspense. LOL!
Sheila
