Blood Red 10
Sam paced up and down the motel room, running his hand through his hair continuously. He was breathing heavy and could feel his ribs throbbing. He gripped them and Olivia noticed.
'Sam, your ribs are broken. Go easy before they snap please.' She looked at him pleadingly and he looked back then stopped walking so much and went to his duffel bag. Rummaging for a little while he pulled out some bandages and medical tape. He walked into the bathroom and as he was sorting out his ribs he was thinking about Dean.
Im gonna save you, even if it's the last thing it do. Oh Dean, what if it is the last thing you do? I cant say good bye yet. Where are you? Dean I need you here to tell me that I am going to be okay. What if he's dead already, lying face down in his own blood. Did he suffer?
He shook his head and turned on the cold tap. Splashing the water on his face, Sam looked in the mirror. Staring back at him was a wounded man, desperate to save his brother. Olivia stood in the doorway and watched as Sam carried on wetting his face.
'Sam, he is going to be okay. Once we work out where he might be, we go and rescue him.'
Sam reached for his t-shirt and put it on slowly, not to hurt his ribs.
'How are we gonna find him eh? Got a Dean device on you?' Olivia put her head down in shame. 'Yeah didn't think so.' He threw his towel down and walked back into the main room.
The table was still covered in the pictures of the victims. They had found out that over the past 85 years, around 300 women were killed. But the pattern was hard to spot, even for a hunter who had been hunting decades. Like John. Sam walked over to the table, his long legs feeling the strain of no sleep and fainting all the time. He looked at the picture of the 10th victim. Brown eyes just focused. 'Olivia, where was the 10th victim found?'
She walked over and stood next to him, checking the picture with the information she had cross referenced. '10th victim, a Betty Windsor, she was found…' Olivia scoffed, and Sam turned quickly to see what at. 'Sam she was found in the basement of the house. You see, once the wife killed Roger and she was arrested, well they just knocked down the house. Apart from…'
'The basement, which is what Dean found earlier. He must have fallen through the foundation of the house.'
'Yup, and so did Betty all those years ago. But read the measurements of the house from the plan.'
Sam's brown eyes darted down the page and diagram. Then he furrowed his brow. 'The measurements are wrong, it says here that the basement area was 9 metres by 5 metres, but no way could it have been. Honestly, its at least 5 by 5 metres.'
Her aqua eyes sprung to life. 'Sam, what was at the end of the basement.'
He tried to think. 'Well erm, wooden beams all messed up from the demolition of the house I guess.' Then his eyes sprung to life. 'That's where Dean is. Baykok must have hidden room under there, and I bet Dean is there right….'
He was interrupted by his phone. Digging it out of his pocket, he read the caller id. DEAN.
'Dean, are you okay? Where are you, c'mon talk to me man.' Sam was eager to find out about his brother.
'Sammy, I need you to come here.' Deans voice sounded faint and scared.
'What, Dean where is here?'
'The basement, please, come quick.' The call ended.
Sam looked at Olivia, who had her hand to her mouth. 'Is he okay?'
'Erm, im not sure, he wants me to go to the basement now.' Sam walked towards his duffel bag.
'Sam, im coming with you.' Her voice persistent. 'It might be a trap, and im not letting another Winchester get hurt while im here.'
Dean was still trying to breathe, but it was getting harder and harder. Blood would every so often drop against the floor in a rhythm. Drip, drip, drip.
It looked at Dean while it put the phone on the table. 'That wasn't so hard was it Dean?'
'Go to hell.' He snarled.
'Tut tut, now lets not forget what I said before. You managed to get Sam down here, the second part is do not give the game away. Or I will make you watch not only Sam's death later, but Jennifer's now.' It smiled. The only reason Dean actually done what Baykok said by calling Sam was because there was someone else with him. A young girl, her blonde hair all tangled and some blood stained. Her grey eyes just watching Dean and pleading for the torture to end. You see, not only was Dean being tortured physically, but mentally as well.
If you don't call your brother, then I guess Jenny here will have to die. It walked up close and whispered in his ear: I will make sure she suffers. I will make sure she can feel every last drop of her blood leave her body and hear it hit the floor. You will see as her eyes pleaded for me to stop, and you to save her. And you hear her screams as the knife pierces her skin, and hear her breath slowly end. Her blood will be on your hands Dean Winchester, and if you don't want that to happen. If you don't want this girl here to die, then call Sam and invite him to join the party. Oh and one more thing, if you try to tip off Sam in any way, then you will be the last to die. You will get the pleasure of watching Sammy die for me, and then Jenny, and then Olivia. Those aqua eyes are just to hot to handle right. Tell you what, if I do need to kill her, I'll let you hold one. That sound good?
Dean fought back tears as the young girl looked in terror. Baykok for the moment had stop his 'party' leaving Dean with cuts on his arms and face. His t-shirt, bloody from earlier now was just covered in blood. Baykok continued to deepen the wound Dean gotten earlier from falling and added some scratches. The girl was just a mess. Blood all over her, and tears making her eyes look red. Dean moved around more and felt the ropes loosen a lot. If he could get a good pull then maybe he could break free. But then what? Looking, he noticed a knife, but then Baykok moved it. It seemed Baykok was cleaning up.
'Dean, Sam should be here soon. Then I can get out the party piece.' Those blood red eyes full of evil and hatred.
CRRRREEEKKK
'That might be him now. SHHHHHH.' It held its finger to it mouth and disappeared into the dark of the room, all that was visible was the eyes.
The blood red eyes.