Chapter 9: Little Package of Horrors

Dean was still pacing, his limp fading with use of his injured knee. Bobby was researching buildings in the town to find out if any were secluded and abandoned enough that Gordon would feel safe enough in taking Sam there to do who knows what to the poor boy. He knew Gordon from a long time ago. That hunter loved to play with his prey, like a cat with a half dead mouse. And he would do it right under Dean's nose for revenge.

There was a soft knock on the motel room door. Kira pulled her knife as Dean pulled his gun. Kira moved off the bed and out of the line of sight from the door. Dean walked cautiously up to the left side staying out of the path of any bullets should the person on the other side have a gun.

"Who is it?"

"Management." Dean checked the peep hole and nodded to Kira as he put his gun back in his waistband. She slid her knife back in its sheath and adjusted her sleeve. He opened the door. "This was left at the front desk for you." He handed Dean a small yellow envelope and turned away."

"Uh… thanks." Dean closed the door and leaned against it. He didn't know why but his hands were shaking and he really did not want to open that envelope. He stared at it for a minute. Bobby understood and got up from the chair at the table. Coming up to Dean he eased the packet out of Dean's lax hands and broke the seal. He looked in before reaching and swallowed hard.

"Oh god." That got Dean's attention. Kira stood from the bed. She was shaking.

"What Bobby?"

Bobby pulled the contents out of the envelope. Parts of a sadistic care package. There was a Polaroid of Sam, unconscious, hanging from a ceiling by handcuffs, blood running down his arms. A piece of a whip came next, a cat of nine tails- eight now if this was cut from that whip. With the whip came something that made Bobby truly sick to his stomach. He put it all on the table and ran for the bathroom, losing his lunch and grieving over what was happening to the young man he considered a nephew.

Dean moved to the table and picked up the offending object with tears in his eyes. He looked at Kira as she too began to cry. In Dean's hand was a lock of Sam's longish, wavy, dark brown hair. One end was bloody, where it was previously connected to his scalp. Dean placed the lock on the table and took Kira in his arms.

"We will find him, right? We can save him Dean? Can't we?" Kira asked as she buried her head in Dean's shoulder.

"Damn straight we're gonna save him. Gordon Walker will die a slow death for what he's doing to Sammy. I'll see to that."

Bobby came out of the bathroom after rinsing his mouth and walked out the door, going straight for the office. He wanted to speak to the manager, find out what he could about the person who delivered the package. He went into the office.

"What can I do for you?" The manager asked, swallowing hard at the dangerous glint in the man's eye.

"That package you dropped off at Dean's room. Who dropped it here?"

"The guy wasn't from around here. I know almost everyone in this town. Definitely a stranger."

"What'd he look like?"

"Average height, thin, black. Insane. He scared to crap out of me."

Bobby just nodded and left the office. Back in the room Kira and Dean were sitting on the bed side by side. Dean had his arm around Kira's shoulders. He face was streaked with dry tears and so was Dean's.

"Gordon definitely has Sam. He's the one that delivered the package."

Dean looked up, intense hate shining in his green eyes. "He's dead. This time there is no walking away. He's not going to breathe much longer after we find Sam."

Bobby moved to the laptop at the table, carefully avoiding looking at the envelope and its contents. "There are two buildings in town that Gordon would feel safe enough in taking Sam. One is an abandoned quilt factory and the other is a place that used to make packing materials. Either one would fit the bill for the picture."

"We'll search them both. But we go in together. If we find Sam we get him out. God knows how bad he's hurt by now or even if he's had the strength to heal himself. "

"Boy, you know Gordon won't be alone in this. He'll have other hunters there."

Dean interrupted him. "I don't care if half the freakin Navy Seal's are there. We're getting my brother back."

Kira stood. "I'm in."

"Of course I'm in, too. But what I'm saying is we need a plan. If Sam is hurt too bad to heal himself he won't be able to fight. We have to have some way of protecting him and getting all of us out alive. Gordon's not just gonna let us walk in and walk out. He's gonna fight to hang on to or kill Sam at any cost. He believes the boy leads the army we let out of hell, for Pete's sake. It ain't gonna be easy to get Sam away from him."

Kira had moved to the table and ran a hand lovingly over the lock of hair. Her heart broke at the thought of Sam somewhere, hurting, being tortured. She stilled with a finger on the lock of hair. Maybe. She closed her eyes, reaching out to her love along their path. Sam? Baby, talk to me if you can hear me. Dean, Bobby and I are looking for you. Please let me know where you are. Sam?

She felt a faint stirring in her mind. It was a fluttering caress. Weak, hurting. Kira?

Yes baby. Where are you? Have you seen anything you recognize?

I think I'm in some kind of factory. There is equipment and piles of material everywhere. It's… it's abandoned, all of it gathering dust. Kira, I'm hurt bad. Too weak to…Sam faded out of her mind. She opened her eyes and looked at Dean. Then she crumpled to the floor, unconscious.