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I'm done with the next chapter, just waiting on my Beta Alytiger to get back to me.
The first thing Sam was aware of was a dull pounding in his head. He tried to alleviate the pain by rubbing his temples, only to have his movements stopped by something around his wrists. Slowly, Sam forced his eyes open. He was tied to a chair in the middle of a small room. Thankfully, the room was lit by candles along the wall; bright light would've made his headache that much worse.
Sam took in his surroundings. The bare walls gave him no clue as to who captured him. Sam inwardly groaned as a thought hit him. What if the Sins got to him while he was down? Great, now instead of wanting to kill him, they want to torture him. Sam started to pull at the ropes binding his hands and feet, irritated when the rope didn't budge. He stopped his struggling and looked around the room for something to cut the ropes. Glancing up, Sam was surprised to see a devil's trap directly above his chair. Not the Sins, then. Who was it that tied him to the chair?
Whoever tied the ropes knew what they were doing. Sam strained his ears, hoping for something - anything - that would give him a clue as to who or what his captors were. His heart all but stopped when he heard the familiar voice coming from beyond the door.
"But nothing! He is MY brother, not some demon-spawn. I'd know if he was possessed. Hell, I've noticed it in the past!"
Just a reminder, Sam was possessed by Dr. James Ellicott in S1 E10 "Asylum" and Meg Masters in S2 E14 "Born Under a Bad Sign."
A new voice joined his brother's. "If he's been possessed before, he's susceptible to another possession!"
A female's voice interjected. "Isaac's right. Just going by gut instinct you can't know for certain that he is still your brother. I've got holy water in the fridge. We can test him to know for sure."
Possessed? Him? Why would they think...? Crap! That stunt he pulled at the bar. Great. Now two, maybe more, hunters think he's possessed. All things considered, Sam couldn't blame them. If he'd seen someone else throw six demons across the room, demon would be the first thing he'd thought of. At least Dean had his back.
The sounds moved closer, and Sam realized the hunters were coming towards him. He turned his head towards the sounds. "Dean, Bobby, what's going on? Why am I tied up here?" Sam figured it'd be better to play it dumb. He'd get more answers that way. Seeing two more people follow behind his family, he asked, "Who are these people?"
Dean uncapped the flask in his hand, his face a mask. He threw the holy water onto Sam, his face relaxing when he didn't see it sizzle when it hit his skin.
"Sammy." He exhaled, relief evident in his voice.
"Can you untie me now? Or do you honestly think I'm some kind of monster?" Sam couldn't help the hurt expression that crossed his features. Sure, he left his brother at the graveyard, but it was to save him. He didn't consider that Dean might've been hunting him instead of worriedly looking for him like a concerned brother might. Was that why he was at the bar?
Sam was pulled out of his thoughts as Bobby cut the ropes keeping him tied to the chair. "Sam, meet Isaac and Tamara. They're old hunting buddies of mine."
Sam rubbed his wrists as Bobby cut the ties on his ankles. His earlier presumption was right; the unknown people were hunters. Sam has to tread carefully around these two, especially if they thought he was something supernatural.
"Where have you been, Sammy?" Dean's voice was stern, but Sam saw through his act. He had scared his brother when he ran off that night, and Dean wanted answers. Answers that Sam couldn't give him right now.
"I... I can't tell you." Isaac took a threatening step towards Sam, only to be stopped by Bobby's outstretched arm.
Tamara rolled her eyes. "Did you really expect him to tell you anything?"
Sam stood up and looked his brother in the eyes. "Look Dean, I'd love to tell you everything-"
"Then why won't you?" Dean interrupted. Sam held up his hand, silencing his brother.
"-but it's not that simple. I'm sorry you felt the need to tie me up, but I really can't stay here any longer." Dean and Bobby had shocked expressions; Isaac and Tamara took on hostile stances. "I still need to find the rest of the Sins and finish them off."
Isaac couldn't keep quite any longer. "Hold on just a minute. I don't care if you're his brother or the president, you owe us an explanation. How in the Hell did you kill one of the Seven Deadly Sins? How did you throw the rest of them across the room? And why-" He turned to Dean, "-are we not checking to see if he reacts to silver or testing him for anything else? There are more things he could be besides a damned demon."
Silence met Isaac's outburst. Sam was suddenly aware of four pairs of eyes staring at him. He wasn't intimidated by the stares, the questions, any of it, but he was annoyed. Why couldn't they let him go? He still had to defeat the rest of the sins, and staying here being questioned was only putting more people in danger. Sam narrowed his eyes. "Do we really need to have this conversation now? Six of the Seven Deadly Sins are out in the world doing who-knows-what, and you want to question me about what I've been doing? Surely that can wait."
"No, Sam, it doesn't." Bobby stepped closer. Sam stepped back. "Boy, you've caused us so much stress, and all you can say is 'I can't tell you'? I'm going to need a bit more of an explanation, the world be damned."
Music started playing from the lounge, the radio turning on by its self.
"What the bloody hell?!" Tamara growled.
The lights flickered, and Isaac ran into the kitchen, coming back with three bags of salt. "We need to salt the door and windows, now."
Bobby placed a salt line on the front door while Isaac and Tamara did the same to the windows. Sam and Dean ran into the lounge where they grabbed shotguns and shotgun shells packed with salt. The hunters split up, Sam and Dean going upstairs, Isaac, Tamara, and Bobby watching the front door, each holding one of the guns Sam and Dean grabbed.
Dean and Sam looked out the boarded up windows. They both waited in silence. They didn't have to wait long.
The radio abruptly stopped. Footsteps were heard coming up the porch steps. "We know you have the boy. Hand him over and no one gets hurt."
"Like Hell we will." Bobby growls. "Why do you want him, anyways? So he can beat your sorry asses again?"
Anger laces the voice behind the door. "We will NOT underestimate him again! Unless you want this whole house going down with you in it, I suggest you bring us the boy!"
Sam looks at Dean, worried. "What if they want to give me up?" He whispers.
Dean, still looking out the window, whispers, "They'll have to get through my dead body."
Isaac yells through the door, "You'll kill us even if we give you the boy. At least with him in our hand, we have leverage over you." Bobby shoots Isaac a glare that he ignores.
Another voice comes through the door, this time female. "You don't have leverage. All you have is a ticking time bomb. Do you know who he is?" There's a pause. "He's working with Azazel. A demon. Who says he won't turn on you?" Isaac and Tamara shoot each other worried looks. "From what I've heard, he's already betrayed you once before."
"Bobby, is that true?" Isaac's voice was barely audible.
Bobby sighed. This was a slippery slope, and if he didn't tread carefully, Sam would pay the price. "Yeah, it is, but don't give him up. He's a good kid, and I know he's got his reasons." Bobby looked upon his old friends, willing them to understand.
Sam stiffened when Greed sold him out. That was it. Dean was going to give him up to the Sins now. Sam glanced at his brother, surprised that he didn't drag him downstairs and throw him out the door. Feeling his brother's gaze upon him, Dean turned to look at Sam.
"I meant what I said, Sam. I'm not letting them get to you." Dean turned back to the window, then cursed and ran towards the door. "Shit! They're coming in! How did they get past the salt lines?"