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The Mermaid

Chapter ten

"Grady!" Dean shouted as he stormed into the bar. "Where are you you bastard!"

He walked around the dark bar going from table to table hoping to find Grady or one of his friends sitting at one of them.

"He's not here." The bartender shouted over to him.

"If you see him you tell him I'm looking for him and if he hurts my brother….he's dead!"

Dean slammed his hand against the door frame in frustration as he exited the building. He jumped in his car and sped over to Grady's house. He then ran up to the porch and kicked the door in.

"Grady!" Dean went from room to room. "I'm going to kill you you son of a bitch!" When he discovered no one was home he began throwing the furniture around and breaking whatever he could get his hands on. Where the hell was Sam? What had they done to him? He swore if Grady hurt his brother even a little he was going to kill him.

Dean's cell phone suddenly rang and he pulled it from his pocket. He looked at the caller ID, it was Sam.

"Damn it Sammy where are you? You had me freaking out here."

"Your brother can't talk right now."

Dean's knuckles turned white as he clenched the phone in his hand.

"Grady you son of a bitch! If you hurt my brother…"

"He'll live…at least for now."

"Where is he? Let me talk to him."

"I don't think he feels like talking right now. I think it's better if you talk to him in person. He's here waiting for you…"

"Damn you Grady put him on the phone!"

Dean could hear a shuffling noise in the background as Grady held the phone up to Sam.

"Sammy?"

"D…Dean…."

Dean could barely hear his brother's voice.

"Sammy you okay?"

"Dean…don't listen to him…don't come…stay away…"

Dean could tell by Sam's voice that he had been hurt; he swallowed the lump in his throat as he listened to him.

"Sammy it will be okay, put Grady back on."

Grady, who had been listening in at Sam's end, pulled the phone away from Sam.

"Grady I'm going to rip your fucking heart out!" Dean shouted into the phone.

"You do something like that you'll never see your brother again."

"What the hell do you want?"

"I want you out of my town."

"What about my brother? I thought you said you wanted me to come to him."

"I changed my mind…I want you out of town; once I know you've left I'll let him go."

"Okay…okay I'll go, but if you hurt him I swear I'll be back and rip you a new one."

"I want you out of town tonight, and I want you to forget about the mermaid."

"It's a deal, you tell my brother to meet me at that old motel out on route eighty. I'll wait for him there."

"I'll keep him a day or two just to make sure you're gone then I'll release him." Grady hung up the phone before Dean could argue with him.

Later

Dean sped back to the motel and threw his and Sam's bag into the car then paid the manager and drove out of town. He knew Grady would have someone watching him and he had to make it look good. Sure enough, as soon as he pulled out of the motel lot a pair of headlights appeared behind him. He watched in the rear view mirror as the car followed him out onto the highway and toward route eighty.

Once Dean was about five miles out of town the car behind him turned back satisfied that he had indeed left town. Dean waited till the car disappeared around a bend in the road then turned off his headlights and spun his car around and followed it hoping it would lead him back to Sam.

About half an hour later the car pulled into a dark lane that led to a small cabin in a wooded area. Dean drove by then parked his car and stayed hidden behind bushes as he snuck up to the cabin. He cautiously crept up to one of the windows and peeked in. Grady and three of his men sat around a table while the man who had followed Dean spoke to them. Dean looked around the room and saw no sign of Sam. He then went from window to window his heart pounding in his chest when he didn't see his brother through any of them. He swore to himself that if these men hurt Sam he'd kill every one of them. Finally when he looked in the last window he saw Sam tied spread eagle to a bed, he appeared to be unconscious. Dean's face twisted with hate when he saw the blood and bruises on his brother's face, he must have put up one hell of a fight he thought. He knew the first thing he had to do was get Sam out of there; he'd take care of Grady and his men later. He breathed a sigh of relief when he tried the window and it slid open. He crawled in and went to his brother's side.

"Sammy?" When he gently shook him Sam's eyes flew open.

"Dean…." He gave his brother a small smile. "It's good to see you."

Dean gently touched a dark bruise on the side of Sam's face and could feel the hate in him rising.

"Those son of a bitches!" Dean swore under his breath. He could tell the men had really worked his brother over. "I'll kill those bastards!"

"Dean it's okay…let's just get out of here…We can deal with them later."

Dean took out his knife and began cutting through the ropes that bound Sam to the bed, but a noise in the hallway caused him to stop. He could hear voices getting closer and quickly slipped into the closet. He kept the door slightly opened and watched as Grady and his men entered the room.

TBC