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The Collector
Chapter ten
Dean had heard the conversation over the phone. What the hell did the man mean adding Sam to his collection?
"You leave him alone you son of a bitch!" Dean shouted into the phone which was now silent. He sped down the street till he finally spotted a man walking his dog; he pulled up next to him.
"Where's Parkway?" He asked.
"About three blocks down on your right." The man answered.
"Thanks."
Dean floored the accelerator and sped toward the location. He now knew where Parkway was but Parkway ran for blocks. He drove up and down the street and alleys desperately searching for some sign of his brother. Finally he noticed what appeared to be blood drops on a sidewalk leading into one of the alleys and pulled into it.
"Sam! Sam you in here?" His face was etched with worry when he saw the amount of blood in the alley way. He quickly pulled out his gun. "Sam?" He looked behind the trash container where the trail of blood led, but Sam was no where in sight. He saw an object lying against a wall and walked over to it, it was his brother's cell phone. He picked it up, shut it, then held it tightly in his hand as if it would somehow connect him to Sam. "Sammy where are you?" He said as tears of worry filled his eyes.
The house
Sam silently screamed inside his mind but no sound came out of his mouth. He watched in horror as his body, as if detached from his mind, followed the man with no resistance. It was as if he was a puppet and the man controlled his body but not his mind. The man walked him down into a large basement then into another room hidden behind a wall. Sam's eyes widened in horror and fear when he saw twelve bodies sitting around a table all in various stages of decay. A few looked as if they had just died recently but the majority looked like they had been there for quite awhile. One of the bodies was a man of about forty who was still alive, but barely. His eyes looked at Sam pleading for help but there was nothing he could do for him.
"Do you like your new family?" The man asked as he walked Sam over then pushed him down into a seat at the table beside the decaying corpses. He tried to move but it was impossible unless the man allowed him to. The only thing he could move on his own accord were his eyes which looked at the horrifying scene set in front of him. A single tear ran down his face as he wondered if this was where he was going to die. And Dean…..Dean would now be all alone and would never know what happened to him. He watched terrified as the man took out a comb and combed his hair.
"Now you look presentable." Satisfied with his work the man turned and walked out of the room leaving him alone in the dark.
The bar
Dean drove around town frantically looking for his brother; but he knew it was hopeless Sam could be anywhere. He finally settled for his only other option and that was to head back to the bar and see if he could find the man that had come up to them earlier. It was a long shot, but the only shot he had.
He walked into the bar and ignored the dirty looks he got; all he cared about was finding his brother. Some of the men that he had fought with earlier were there but they seemed to sense his mood and stayed away. He began walking from table to table searching for the man. Finally over in a dark corner he found him. As he walked over the man saw him and began to get up. Dean grabbed his arm and forced him to sit back down.
"I need you to tell me what you know about this town."
"I don't know anything." The man said as he picked up his beer and took a swig of it.
"That's not what you told us earlier. You told us to leave town as soon as we could….to not stick around. You also mentioned a fog or a mist…what were you trying to tell us?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." The man began to raise his glass to take another drink but Dean grabbed his arm and twisted it till the man yelped in pain and put the glass down.
"I'm only going to ask you nicely one more time…what were you trying to warn us about?"
TBC