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Vision
Chapter 10
Drip
Dean's eyes slid open slowly.
Drip
The first thing he noticed was that his head hurt…
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It hurt like hell…
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The second thing he noticed was that he was tied up somewhere…
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Somewhere dark…
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The final thing that he noticed was a freakin' annoying dripping sound coming from the corner of the dark room.
Images flooded into his mind of what happened and he could only hope that somehow, Sam was able to get away.
Dean moved his head slightly, instantly regretting it when pain shot through his skull.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he pulled against his bonds. It would seem that he was tied with his hands behind his back, to a support beam, near the center of the supposed room. Dean tested his bonds, but only succeeded in causing the rough rope to bite into his skin.
He took a deep breath and tried again to scope out his surroundings.
Yes, he was in a room. Most likely a cellar from the way walls were lined with hard cement and the only light came from a small stairway in the corner.
He twisted against his bonds to get a better look around the room. After scoping the room, Dean saw, only a few feet to the left of him, a dark figure tied to a support, the same way he was.
He squinted against the darkness to get a better look at the form. Inside, he actually wished it wasn't Sam. That somehow it was another tall, lanky, brown-haired, geek that had been brought into this hell-hole…
But Dean wasn't so lucky.
What he saw created a new wave of nausea that racked his body. It took all of his will power to stop the bile rising in his throat.
It was Sam.
Sam's body was slumped and his head was down, letting his shaggy brown hair fall into his closed eyes; a sign of unconsciousness.
Crimson colored blood stained the back of his head, where the men had most likely knocked him unconscious.
Dean clenched his teeth tightly together with anger when he observed fresh purple bruises adorning his little brother's face. And by the strangled was Sam was breathing; he probably had some under his shirt.
They were going to pay for this…
"Sam!" Dean hissed, careful not to alert anyone who might be near.
"Sammy! Wake up!" he tried again, eyes shinning in concern.
No response.
"Come on Sam, get your lazy ass up!" Dean called, more of a plea than a command.
But Sam remained a motionless figure, his brother's calls lost on his unconsciousness.
Dean sighed and had the most urgent wanting to run his fingers through his hair, which would be quiet hard since he was tied up.
Instead, he settled with closing his eyes and laying is head against the support. No, this was not good at all…
There was a bang as Dean shot his head over to the cement stair way. A waning light flooded the room, a sign that someone had opened the door, and was coming.
Dean waited, body tense, as the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs echoed through out the room.
A silhouetted form stopped at the bottom of the stairs, as Dean squinted to recognize the form.
It didn't take long.
Dean's eyes widened in surprise as the burly man stepped forward exposing his large muscles, black hair, and heart-shaped tattoo on his arm. It was the man from the bar.
The man smiled coldly, taking in the scene of Dean, helplessly tied up.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here." The man said, crossing his arms.
He walked up tauntingly towards the young hunter, making sure to flex his biceps in attempt to frighten Dean.
"Isn't it my little pool partner!" he said, leaning down to look Dean directly in the eyes.
"Pool partner" how lame could this guy get? Dean thought, but instead continued staring at the man, not the least intimidated by his evil grin.
"You're the guy who hit me." Dean said coldly, just to make an affirmation whose ass he was going to kick later.
"Very perceptive." The man cooed while standing up and walking around the room, as if he just came down there to visit the scenery.
"Of course, your brother gave me quite a fight." He stated coldly, while touching a large bruise on his face.
A small smile of pride spread across Dean's face. Sammy could fight like hell when he wanted to.
"So, I had to… 'persuade' him to come with me." He continued gesturing to the lump that was Sam.
Dean anger flared.
He clenched his teeth further and struggled slightly against his bonds.
Nobody, hurt his brother and got away with it. Nobody.
The man walked over to Sam and tauntingly cupped Sam's chin with his hand, pretending to examine his face.
"Do you like my handy work?" he asked a steaming Dean.
"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" Dean spat, anger burning in his words and eyes.
The burly man seemed to consider Dean's order for a second before slowly letting go of Sam's chin and turning around.
"Now I don't believe you are in any position to talk to me like that." The man said, his anger slowly rising.
He walked calmly over to Dean and jammed his fist into Dean's stomach. Dean gasped for breath as pain invaded his body, paralyzing his lungs for a moment.
Dean closed his eyes to block out the pain that seemed to fill his whole body.
After a moment, he looked up cautiously, ready for another attack.
"What do you want with us?" a strangled voice from the side asked.
Dean whipped his head around, regretting it when the pain in his skull flared.
Dean's concerned look met Sam's pale face and brown eyes.
Sam attempted to smile, but the pain in his head and face caused the smile to fail… pathetically.
Sam felt horrible. His head hurt like someone was running it over with a very large bulldozer, and his ribs hurt even worse.
But he wouldn't show it as long as his brother was there. If Dean could take it, he could take it.
With this, Sam mustered up some strength and asked the question again.
"What do you want with us?" he asked, surprised at how weak he actually sounded.
The man stared at them for awhile before laughing a loud, obnoxious, long, laugh that echoed cruelly off the cement walls.
"Us? What is this us? We want you Samuel." He said, putting extra emphasis on you.
Sam's eyes widened as he felt his mind once again swirl. He suddenly felt nauseous and terrified at the same time.
Dean's head kept on moving from his paling brother to the smiling burly man. The moment dragged on like an hour, never ending.
"What the hell is going on here!" Dean finally asked, fed up with the games.
As if on cue, the door to the cellar opened as a new figure moved down the stairs. This figure's walk was much lighter and more petite that the burly man's.
Dean and Sam both squinted again against the light of the setting sun to discern the new figure that had appeared.
It took a moment for Dean to realize who the figure was, but when he did, his eyes widened in confusion and amazement.
The figure stepped deeper into the cellar as Dean and Sam both said together:
"Katherine…"
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