To say Bobby was pissed was an understatement. He was getting ready to make a move against his father, when he finds out that there is a second man evolved, and he was currently with the boys. If the accomplice isn't informed every half hour that everything is going according to plan, then he is to hurt the boys in any way he deems fit. And that was unacceptable in Bobby's book. No he just wanted to get his hands on some money, and send his father on his way, then once he knew the boys were safe, go on a hunt for his thought to be long lost dad. One thing was for sure though,
John Winchester was going to kill him.
First things first, take care of his father, save the boys.
~*SPN*~
Bobby has been trying to keep track of exactly where they were. So far his father has called his accomplice quit a few times, and upon receiving no answer, would swear a bit before aggressively hanging up. Bobby would look at him, wonder what's going on.
"What's wrong? Your friend bail on ya?" Bobby asked the last time his father had tried calling on the phone.
"The idiot is probably passed out drunk. Doesn't matter, once he wakes up, he'll call me back, and give me an update on those boys that you seem so fond of."
Bobby scowled. He may not be their biological father, but he certainly acted like a mama bear when someone talked about them in any way.
"Once I get you the money, and I get back to those boys, if they are in any different shape than when I left them, you're a dead man. That I can promise you." Bobby was seriously hoping that Dean was able to use the paperclip to his advantage, and somehow got himself and his brother free, while taking care of his father's friend. He wasn't going to take that risk just yet. All his father did was grunt a laugh, and kept his eyes on the road.
"Once I get my money, I'm dissapearin', getting my liver, and livin' a new life somewhere happens to you and those bastards are of no real concern to me."
Bobby knew his father was a heartless bastard, but this was a whole new level.
"I'm your son! You're supposed to protect me growing up, but all you did was learn new ways to hurt! Now you're hurting boys that aren't even your blood! There's a special place in hell for a person like you, and you'll end up there sooner rather than later." Ed acted as though he didn't hear his only talking, and just concentrated on the road. "Hey asshole I'm talkin' to ya!"
"You and your mother were no concern of mine. Just get me what I need, and we'll take it from there. Our destination will be coming up shortly."
Bobby huffed in complete annoyance. This was going to be a long day.
~*SPN*~
In another car on another road, Sam was trying to keep calm.
After he had got in contact with his father, the second man who was just shot by Dean, had found him in the kitchen on the phone. Sam was so shocked at seeing the man's ear practically off his head, that he wasn't fast enough to react before the man attacked.
The man ran full force at Sam, knocking him right into the phone that held the home phone. In a fit of rage, he ripped the phone from the wall, and just then Sam kicked the man in the knee cap. He turned to get up, when he was suddenly tackled from behind. Before he knew it, Sam had the man's weight on top of his back, and an elbow was digging deep into his back.
"Get off me!"
"I don't think so you little brat."
The man reached over for the first thing he could find, which was the fallen telephone, and harshly smashed Sam over the head with it. Once he knew for sure that the young teen was knocked out, he got off, and ripped the phone cord off its ports. He took the cord, and tied it around Sam's wrists in the back. He didn't have time to grab both boys. Lord only knew if the person he had contacted was on his way.
He dragged Sam to his beat up truck, propped him up in the front seat, and peeled out of the yard, and down the street. He had to get out of there before the mystery person on the phone showed up.
Now Sam was fighting hard to get the phone cord that was tied around his wrists off. It wasn't tied too tightly at all, but he couldn't make too much movement or else this lunatic might use something stronger to use. He just had to bide his time until he could make an attack.
"Kidnapping of a minor? That will get you some serious time."
Sam wasn't even sure how this man was functioning let alone driving, considering his ear was dangling off of his face. Luckily Sam was on the opposite side, and didn't have to look at the grotesque ear. H kept struggling with the cord around his wrists.
"If I go away for any kind of charge it will murder of a minor. You're a royal pain in the ass. You and that brother of yours."
"That brother of mine is going to kick your ass the second he finds me missing. This plan of yours isn't going to work."
The man scoffed. "The only reason you aren't dead, is because we need that money, and it's hard to get it if we don't have leverage. We only needed one of you alive. And by the state your brother seemed to be in I would say he was a lost cause."
Sam shook his head and glared at the man. "You underestimate my family."
"And you seem to underestimate the amount of restraint a man can have after having his god damn ear blown to high hell! All I want to do right now is kill you, and leave you on the side of the road, but that's not going to happen until I get the money. Probably even after I'm over the Mexican border."
Sam quirked an eyebrow, "You think you're going to get that far? The person I was on the phone with, was my dad. He's the greatest tracker alive."
The man took a quick look at Sam. "He a cop?"
Sam thought about for a good second. Hurting a kid was one thing, but if he was a cops kid, maybe he would let him go. That was a huge offense.
Sam smiled and replied, "Yeah, he is." Sam could tell the man looked even more nervous than before. This whole situation was getting out of hand. Sure he was getting a good portion of the money for helping Ed, but kidnapping a cops kid? That was some serious stuff. Sam continued. "Probably has the whole damn force on your tail as we speak."
Now his captor was afraid and pissed, and there was one person he could take it out on.
Sam was so close to getting free of the phone cord, when the truck stopped. He suddenly became very nervous. 'Ok maybe I talked too much.' He thought. His struggles intensified as the man reached under his seat and pulled out an old box. Inside Sam could see a knife, a gun, and duct tape. He was just about free when the man took out the duct tape.
"You are really starting to piss me off!"
He grabbed Sam and harshly turned him around, slamming him into the passenger side door. Sam struggled hard, but he was pinned against the door with the man's body weight. He took the entire roll, and just started winding it around his wrists, doing it around both of them, then individually, then both of them again. Once he was done he slammed the boy back into the seat. He took a smaller piece off, and hastily put it over Sam's mouth before he could protest. Sam struggled even harder as the man got out of the truck, and over to his side. He roughly grabbed him, and dragged him to the bed of the truck. There was a smaller chain attached to another part of the back of the bed. He attaches it to one of Sam's wrists, so the boy can't try and escape so easily. Sam seeing a small window of opportunity, kicks his long leg, and hits his captor right in the balls. The man yells and keels over in an extreme amount of pain. Once he composes himself, he gives Sam a deathly look.
"You…are so going to pay for that you little asshole." Sam watches as he leaves. He figures they are just going to get back on the road again, but he then sees the man come around to him again, this time with a syringe in his hand. "This will keep you still until we get to where we need to go."
Sam hated to be drugged. It's only happened a couple times previous by monsters that can produce it threw touch, so that it would be easily to drag their pray away. In both times his family was right there by his side, saving him in a minute. But now? He was alone, and that scared him immensely. It didn't take much for the syringe to be plunged into his neck, and the drug to take effect. Before he knew it, he was completely out of it, and past out.
*I do appreciate everyone's patience concerning this story, as well as 'Hero's and Hunters.' As I have mentioned before, I have very bad anxiety, as well as 3 kids under the age of 5. Sometimes my muse wants to work, sometimes it doesn't, but I will finish all my stories. Promise. Thank-you.*