Chapter 10
John woke up with a headache that barely let him remember where he was. He opened his eyes and saw everything blurry, but in the distance he could see a man tied up to a chair, aparently unconscious, and also a man that was on the floor in the same state as the other one.
He tried to move to help them, but he found out that he was also tied up, with his head resting over some clothes on the floor.
He didn't remember anything, until he did, and the guilt and worry hit him right in the gut. The two mens that were there were his sons, and he'd been knocked out by Steve.
- You woke up. Finally! - said Steve leaning over the frame of a non existent door - i've been waiting three hours for you guys to wake up, and i can see that the drug that i shot you is finally finishing its effect.
- What do you want Steve? Let my sons go, take me - said John looking at the man.
- No can do,John. I will kill the three of you today. But, i will make you watch how i kill your dear Sammy and Dean first - said Steve with a smile on his face.
Dean woke up by the sound of two mens talking, and instantly remembered everything that happened. He felt something wet that was sliding down from the back of his head, and guessed by the consistence of it, was blood. He didn't open his eyes though, because he wanted to see if he could get rid of the ropes that were holding him on the chair that he was . Four minutes passed, and he couldn't do it, but for his bad luck, the ring that belonged to his dead mother fell off his finger, alerting the mens.
- Dean! What a pleasure! The only one that's left to wake up is your Little brother Sammy. But i'm guessing that he won't be waking up anytime soon. They say that when someone is badly hurt, usually stays unconscious to avoid the pain - Steve added with satisfaction
- You son of a bitch! - screamed Dean furious, opening his eyes and watching his hurt and barely breathing brother - You will pay for all you've done to him. I swear!
- You can swear whatever you want, Dean. But that doesn't mean that you will break those ropes, or even save your daddy and brother.
For a moment everything was silent, and Steve walked towards Sam, kicking him in the stomach. Even no being aware of what was going on around him, Sam's face seemed in pain, and when Steve kicked him, he only cried in pain in a low voice, but that was enough to hear Sam.
Steve picked him up, and Dean and John saw how thin the younger Winchester was. It seemed that he hadn't eaten anything in all those days that he'd been gone, and that was probably what had happened.
- Wake up, princess! - said the psychopath man, throwing Sam to the ground like a rag doll.
Sam's head hit the floor in a very hard way, but he still didn't wake up.
That made the Winchesters be more worried.
Two hours passed since Steve left the room they were in, and both mens were still trying to untie themselves. Dean ( and probably John too) had been unarmed when they were unconscious, so they were helpless to help Sam.
At some point, Dean stopped trying to break free, because it was useless. He wasn't afraid for them, but for Sam. Both mens didn't know what Steve had done to him.
- Sammy, please wake up lil bro! I need you to open those hazel eyes of yours - said Dean watching how his brother moved his head towards the direction of his voice.
After one minute or two, Sam opened his eyes, and instantly closed them again. The room was too bright for him, and every part in his body wanted to fade again.
At first, Sam heard his brother's voice. Even if it was only an hallucination, it felt real. He moved his head towards the direction of Dean's voice. Moments later he heard it again saying "That's perfect, lil bro. You're doing great. Let's open those eyes again, alright?"
Sam tried to talk, but only a cry of pain came out of his mouth. His strenght was fading fast, and he knew that soon enough he'd pass out again. Though he fought, because that was the first time in days that he heard his brother's voice. It felt almost relieving.
- What a nice family reunion, ain't that right Sammy? - asked Steve coming inside the room, approaching to the younger Winchester.
He kneeled in front of him ignoring the angry screams of John and Dean, and placed his hostage's head against his shoulder. Without Steve's support Sam would fall to the floor again.
- Now, open those eyes Sam. Your brother and father want you to see them. They finally came, huh?
Sam did what he was told, but only because he was scared. He'd probably do everything that Steve tell him, because he didn't want to be punished again. He didn't think that he could take another beating without dying.
As soon as his eyes got used to the light, saw his brother and father in front of him, tied up and furious. While Dean's face was red by the anger, John was not saying a Word, and had a look of remorse in his face.
- D'n? Real? - Asked Sam
- Yeah, buddy. I'm real. I'm gonna save you. I'm gonna take care of you, alright?
Before Dean could say another Word, Steve smiled at them and started punching Sam in the stomach, causing him to scream at the top of his lungs. Dean screamed for the man to stop while watching how Sam was getting weaker, and didn't notice that John was getting himself free. John had a Little knife under the cuff of his jacket, and he couldn't reach it until now. His wrists were bleeding, but it didn't matter because he was going to save his sons, specially Sam.
When his arms were free, he rose from the ground and ran towards Steve. He hit him on the back of his head, disorienting the man. One punch after another, and Steve was unsconscious.
- Dad, cut my ropes ! I need to help Sam! - screamed Dean, with tears on his face.
John freed his son and ran with Dean towards Sam. He was awake, but barely. They needed to get him out of there, and take care of him.
- Come on Dean, hold him by one side and i'll hold him by the other. We need to get him to a hospital right now - said John
- I know. We don't know how much he's hurt. Let's hope that he doesn't die. I need him, dad.
- First we need to tie Steve. He can't scape - said John, and Dean nodded right after.
Walking with a dead weight in the middle of the dark was a Little difficult, but eventually, they reached the impala and John drove straight to the nearest hospital while Dean was in the backseat holding his brother. Once that were in there, they explained to the doctors (and then the cops) what had happened to their family member. They told him what Steve had done, and where he was. The cops drove to the old house, and later knew that the man was going to be sent to a psychiatric hospital. John and Dean sat in the waiting room, anxious to hear news from the doctor. Sam had to be alright.
Few hours later, a doctor came asking for Sam Parker's Family, and both mens went almost ran to meet him.
The doctor explained that Sam had few broken ribs, a ruptured spleen becuase of the abuse the abdominal area, and a little concussion that would heal within the next days. The doctor told them that they were able to stop the internal bleeding, and Sam was as fine as he could be at the moment.
- Thanks, doc - said John relieved - when can we see him?
- There's no need to say that, Mister Parker, after all it's my job to help people. Right now, i could say. He's been moved to his room. The number is 308, third floor - said the man, moments later heading away when some paramedics brought another patient almost running.
John and Dean stood in front of the room where Sam was, and they saw him. He was connected to an IV in his left arm, a nasal cannula under his nose, and bandages all over his chest and abdominal area.
- Sammy. I'm so sorry, son - said John, holding his son's limp hand - i will take care of you. I'm sorry for everything. For telling you to go away. I only wanted to protect you, and with you away, i didn't know how to do that.
Dean watched and heard his father in silence, because that was the moment that he'd been kinda waiting for. The only thing that didn't match was that Sam was not in a hospital bed when John would say that to him.
When the nurse told them that they had to leave the room for few hours, they did so, and sat again in the waiting room. It was going to be a long night.
John fell asleep, and Dean was about to do that when he remembered Jessica. He had to call her and tell her that Sam was alright.
Jessica answered almost instantly, and he explained what he could to her. With the hospital direction given, she ended the call and called a taxi to take her where the mens were.
- You'll be ok Sammy. I promise that - said Dean in low voice, moments later allowing his tired mind and body the needed hours of sleep that he couldn't have since Sam disappeared.
Author's note: It looks like this Chapter is not the end. Some people who write may understand the struggle of a new idea for a Chapter that changes everything you've planned. It happens, right?
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