Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 10
Disclaimer: Everything recognizable in this story belongs to the CW and Kripke. I'm just playing in their sandbox for a little while.
Warning: Language as usual, they are hunter you know.
Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter is late. My niece was in a very bad car accident and is in the ICU/ NV unit. I will update my stories as I can.
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Previously: "Let's go see what Bobby and the others have found." John said as he wrapped an arm around his son's shoulder and the two men started towards the house, neither one ready to talk about what they had just heard.
As John and Dean walked towards the cabin with heavy hearts, their minds couldn't help but travel to another place, a place where they knew their youngest knew only pain and suffering. The screams they had heard coming through the phone earlier cut them to their very souls and both hunters knew that sound was something they would carry with them for the rest of their lives. As they traversed the steps, John felt his oldest shudder at the thought of having to once again go into the cabin where Sammy had been viciously beaten by Hank earlier. Giving his son a one armed hug, John whispered words of encouragement and pushed open the door hoping that the hunters inside would have some news.
At the sound of the door opening, both Joshua and Caleb glanced up to see the Winchesters entering the cabin and could tell something had happened while they were outside by the tense posture the men exhibited.
"John, is everything okay?" Joshua inquired, not really sure if he wanted to hear the answer or not. Sammy had held a special place in his heart since he had met the family when Sam was just a toddler of no more than two.
"That son of a bitch called again." John swore with barely contained rage as he clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
"Damn it, what did he do or say this time?" Caleb asked as he focused his attention on Dean who seemed a little too pale for his liking.
Hanging his head towards his chest, John took a deep breath before answering. " I think he took a hammer to Sammy's hand. The smug bastard gloated about hammering in the knowledge of him being a force to be reckoned with and making sure Sammy had first hand knowledge of it."
Caleb and Joshua both noted the way that John emphasized the words hammered and hand and it chilled them to their very core. They had no doubts whatsoever that John was right about Hank taking a hammer to Sammy's hand, he was just psychotic enough to do it. Caleb was about to swear some revenge of his own when he saw Dean go deathly pale. "Dean?" he queried as he started towards the younger hunter.
Seeing the concern on Caleb's face, John turned just in time to see Dean's knees buckle on him as his oldest started a decent towards the floor. "Shit" he swore as he reached out and caught his first born child under the armpits to keep him from hitting the floor. Realizing that he hadn't told Dean what he thought had happened to Sam, he cursed his stupidity for just blurting it out to Joshua and Caleb.
"Dean. It's going to be okay son. We're going to find him." John stated trying to reassure his oldest even though he had doubts about that fact himself. Even though Hank was psychotic, he was a damned good hunter who knew how to hide his tracks and hide them well.
"You don't know that dad." Dean stated as he surreptitiously rubbed his hands over his face to wipe away the tears that were trying to spring to his eyes. "What if that psycho has permanently disfigured Sammy's hand? "
"Then we'll deal with it Dean and help your brother to adjust. Whatever the outcome is, we'll get through it as a family." John stated as he pulled Dean's head to his chest and ran his fingers through Dean's short hair. Glancing up to the others, John asked "Have you found anything that'll help us to find Sammy?"
"I wish I could say yes John, but Hank has covered his tracks pretty well." Joshua said hating the defeated look his words caused on the faces of the Winchesters. "But we're not giving up. Whatever it takes, we're going to find that bastard and he's going to pay for every single thing he's done since Sammy went missing."
"Dean and I will make sure of that!" John stated with conviction as he squeezed the nape of Dean's neck. "You can count on it." Hearing a sound behind them, John turned his head to see Bobby entering the room.
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The first thing that Sam became aware of as he neared consciousness was the immense pain he was feeling in his hand. It felt like somebody was constantly driving a dagger into his hand as they shoved needles under his fingernails. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn that somebody had lit a fire to every nerve ending in his hand.
Clawing his way towards total consciousness, he gasped at the pain that radiated through his hand and up his arm. He felt bile rise in his throat as he tried to move the hand, causing him to cry out in considerable pain. Opening his eyes, he looked around the room to find that he was by himself and let the tears come since nobody was around to witness them.
Only allowing himself a few minutes to breakdown, he pulled himself together and then struggled up to a sitting position wondering how in the hell he had ended up on the bed since the last thing he remembered was being tied to the chair. Looking down at his hand, he nearly gagged at the sight of the extremely bruised and swollen hand praying that it wouldn't be permanently disfigured. He would be of no use to his family if he couldn't fire a gun or help dig a grave. Hell, he'd be lucky if he wasn't shipped off to Pastor Jim's or Bobby's place for the rest of his natural born life. "No, Dean wouldn't allow that to happen." He whispered to himself as he pushed the depressing thoughts from his mind. No matter what, they would stay together as a family, Dean would make sure of that.
Dean. How he wished his big brother was there with him right now. Dean would make everything better. Dean would make sure he was never hurt again. Dean would take care of Hank and teach him what happens when you mess with his baby brother. The only problem was, Dean wasn't there. He would have to fend for himself until his family found him. He wondered what Dean would do if he were in the same situation, but then Dean would have never allowed himself to be caught in the first place. "How could I have been so damned stupid to let my guard down?" He thought knowing that Dean would most definitely be disappointed in him.
Feeling an urgent need to go to the bathroom, he stood up and swayed violently as he fought the sudden nausea that assaulted him upon standing up. He sucked in a painful breath as he used his left hand to pull up the injured right one and cradle it to his chest. Approaching the toilet in the corner of the room, he whimpered as he suddenly realized he was going to have to manage the snap and zipper on his jeans one handed. It took him quite a few minutes to get his jeans undone and pushed down, but he breathed a sigh of relief as he completed his business. Now he just had to get the damned things back up causing as little pain as possible to his injured hand. By the time that he had finished redressing himself, Sam was sweating heavily and panting through the pain, tears rolling down his face. Unsteadily making his way back across the room, he lay down gently on the bed and curled up into a fetal position praying that Hank didn't come back down anytime soon to administer more punishment.
Breathing through the pain, Sam tried to focus his thoughts on his family. He knew they were looking for him and actually smiled at the thought of what they would do to Hank once they got their hands on him. Hank would rue the day he met face to face with Dean Winchester. Closing his eyes, Sam prayed that his family would find him soon because he feared he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer without finally breaking.
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Searching the last room in the cabin, Bobby recognized it as being the room where Sam had been beaten in the video and had to fight off a sudden wave of nausea. It had broke his heart to see the youngest Winchester hurt in such a demeaning way. The kid had grabbed his heart strings from their very first meeting and had become much like a son to him. Clenching his fists in anger, Bobby began going over the room with a fine tooth comb. Observing the shackles that held Sam secure to the wall, he saw crusted blood specks around the edges and it pissed him off to no ends knowing that it was Sammy's blood.
After searching the room for fifteen minutes and finding much of nothing, Bobby lost his temper and kicked at the filthy mattress upon the floor where Sam was forced to endure the whipping. "Damn it, where are you Sammy?" Bobby seethed as he kicked at the dirty mattress on the floor dislodging it from where it rested against the wall. He was about to turn around and walk away when a bright yellow color just happened to catch his eye.
Bending down, he reached into the corner and picked up what looked to be a small business card. Holding it in his hand, he gasped as he recognized John's phone number which was scrawled in Hank's sloppy handwriting. Flipping the card over, he smiled as he recognized the name of the establishment on the card. "BINGO!" he shouted as he pocketed the card. They finally had a lead as to where that psychotic bastard Hank could be holding Sammy.
Quickly jogging down the hall, he entered the main room to find John crouched down in front of Dean as the father offered support to his child. As John tuned around to face him, he could see the desolate look in the man's eyes and hoped he was about to replace that look with a look of hope.
"John, Dean, I think I might have just found our first lead to help us find Sammy." Bobby stated as he held up the small business card between his fingers.
"Holy Crap, that's fantastic." Joshua stated as he pumped his fist in the air, finally happy to hear some positive news. "What did you find?"
"Well it's not much, but it's a business card with the name of Doc's Bar-B-Q and Chili on it. When I turned it over, I found your phone number on it John and recognized the writing as Hank's." Bobby answered as he looked from Joshua to John.
"How does that help us find Sammy?" Dean questioned afraid to get his hopes up.
"I know where this place is, and better yet, I know what else is located there." Bobby answered with a smile.
"Damn it Bobby, quit beating around the bush and just tell us what you know." Caleb stated anxiously.
"I think Sam's being held in Cimmaron, Oklahoma. The place would be an ideal location for Hank to keep Sammy hostage. The town is very small and there's a hunter's cabin located in the woods there, one that is sound proofed so he wouldn't have to worry about the neighbors down the road hearing anything." Bobby informed the others.
"Well what the hell are you all waiting for, get your asses moving." John said as he and Dean stood up and headed for the door. The sooner they got to Cimmaron, Oklahoma the better it would be. At least now they had something to hope for.
TBC