December 7th at 4:10pm
Colby stepped tentatively off the elevator and back onto his floor. He couldn't help but notice that there was probably half the number of people here now than there was when he had left. 'Probably all sent home to get refreshed,' Colby thought to himself.
Mr. Eppes had taken the news pretty well considering everything, but that was Alan's nature. Not once could Colby ever remember the man raising his voice or getting angry. He knew that when Don had been in fugitive recovery the two of them had gotten into some pretty nasty shouting matches but Colby just couldn't see Mr. Eppes getting that mad. Now his concern was David and Megan. They were like family to him, along with Don and even Charlie; this team that he belonged to now was the closest he had ever been to having a real family. His dad hadn't been around much and his mom's best friend was the bottle. Lucky for him, he was the only child.
But how would Megan and David react when Colby told them that he had handed Don over to their suspect? With his eyes and with the tone in his voice Mr. Eppes had made it pretty clear that he felt David and Megan deserved to be told. Whether Alan would tell them if Colby failed to was something that he couldn't risk. If David and Megan were going to find out then it was best that it came from him. Besides, Don would tell them when he returned, wouldn't he? Colby decided he had to stop worrying about the 'what ifs' and 'maybes', it was time to do this. So he took a deep breath and walked towards David, hoping the sandwiches would help ease the blow. The three of them had only been home once and had been on meager portions of power bars and coffee to get them through this.
Colby walked up to David and started to talk when David shushed him. Following the other agent's eyes Colby saw why. Megan and Hendrickson were in a shouting match. Hendrickson was lead agent on the case now but it looked like Megan wasn't going to put up with his cockiness. Colby wondered how long they had been going at it. Although he couldn't hear them there were lots of hand gestures and arms being flung about. Colby had to admire her, Megan had guts. He certainly wouldn't have wanted to take on the man. About two minutes later Megan stormed out of the war room and marched towards them, she did not look happy. She flopped into her chair and slammed one of the open drawers of her desk closed. Colby looked at David, kind of giving him the, 'I'm-not-going-to-be-the-one-to-speak-first,' look.
David rolled his eyes and turned towards Megan. Colby liked to think he was a big toughie but everyone knew he was terrified of Megan, hell, she could probably kick his ass if she wanted. "Everything alright?" It was a stupid question but he didn't know what else to say.
Megan glared over at David, softening her expression when she realized that he was just trying to show some concern. "Apparently Don used his credentials to get into a local prison and talk with two of the prisoners. We have no idea why. They are the suspects in a murder, nothing at all related to Charlie missing." Nothing about this made sense, why would Don go talk to these guys? And then after he talks to them he disappears. Megan had a feeling that it wasn't just a coincidence. Both David and Colby looked just as confused as she was. "The locals haven't gotten a chance to interrogate them yet, Hendrickson is heading down there to do it himself. I'm going with him, that's what we were fighting about. He wants us off the case. He thinks that we are impeding his investigation with our emotions. Even more so, he's not entirely convinced that we're sharing all our information with him, that we might be holding something back. Since I'm the one that sent him away he thinks we know why Don went to the prison."
"That's crazy, where the hell does he get off accusing of us these things!" David shouted, a little louder than he had meant to.
Megan nodded, looking over at Colby, expecting him to voice his agreement. Instead she was a little alarmed to see a nervous look on his face. When their eyes met he quickly averted his gaze. Megan was just about to say something when Hendrickson called out.
"You coming, Reeves?"
Megan quickly glanced back over at Colby who had already turned his back on her. She got David's gaze and knew that he sensed something was off as well. 'Find out,' she silently communicated with her eyes. Before Hendrickson could leave without her she turned her back on what was left of her team.
December 7 at 3:45pm
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean yelled again when Don didn't answer.
Don was speechless for a moment, not because he got caught but because he just didn't know what to say. Part of him was ready to stutter out an excuse so as to avoid a fight. Either of them getting injured right now would hamper the search for Charlie. The other half of him though was tired of that smirk, that never ending smirk, and taking second command. Don had never been good at following orders.
"Either you're telling the truth or your whole family is suffering from the same thing." Don finally said, holding up the journal to emphasize his point, although he doubted he needed to.
"You have no right going through my stuff." Dean replied, taking a step forward, curling his hands into fists.
"Well I didn't think that I would be able obtain a warrant." It felt nice getting to be the sarcastic one and seeing Dean get mad and frustrated.
"Give it back to me." Dean said, choosing not to let Don get the satisfaction that he wanted from the comment. Although he doubted that he'd hidden his rising frustration and anger. He took another step forward and held out his hand.
Don didn't hand it back right away, this was fun, egging Dean on. He found himself smiling, inside though, for the first time since he had gotten that call from Charlie.
"Hand it back now!" Dean roared, reaching for it but Don sidestepped out of his path. Dean recovered before he fell flat on his face. He turned around, fists curled up again and his anger now switching to hatred. He couldn't hold it back anymore punching Don square in the face.
Out of surprise Don dropped the book and grasped his nose. He could feel blood dripping out. He had expected Dean to be angry but this was ridiculous. Still, he was never one to take a punch lying down.
Dean backed up, almost surprised at what he had done. But it was too late to back down now, he saw the look on Don's face. The two men stared at each other for a few seconds and then started to circle one another. Dean made the first move, charging in again but this time low at Don's waist.
Don tried to side step but he wasn't quick enough this time. Dean caught him and they both tumbled to the ground. Don winced when his back connected with the hard ground, the thread bare carpet doing nothing to soften his fall. Before Dean had a chance to pin him though Don brought his knee up and jabbed hard into Dean's groin. It worked; he felt the weight lift off of him as Dean rolled to the side.
Just as he was about to punch Don again Dean felt something hard and sharp jam into a place no person should ever touch except with the utmost care. The pain was intense and he couldn't help but groan and roll off his opponent. He saw Don scramble to get up so ignoring the pain Dean used the bed to push himself into a standing position. They were at a stalemate again. Two hard headed, stubborn men that would do anything to best the other one.
Don wasn't going to wait for Dean to make the first move again. He made to punch Dean where he had kneed him but even in his injured state Dean could move quickly.
Dean jumped out of the way but just barely before taking advantage of the brief time window when Don left his own side unprotected. Dean lashed out with his fist and was satisfied when he felt it connect when flesh.
Don barely had time to react when he saw Dean's fist heading his way. He let out a small grunt when the punch landed home but was able to dodge the second one that flew toward his face. Using his right foot Don swept Dean's feet out from under him.
This time Dean was the one lying on the ground looking up. Before he could bring his hands up to protect his face he felt his nose get smashed. However he was ready for it and grabbed Don's hand, yanking him forward and causing him to crash onto the bed. While Don was struggling to get up Dean managed to once again pull himself off the floor. By the time he got up Don was also standing.
Both men were starting to tire and were breathing hard. However, neither of them wasted time and they both charged, coming together like sumo wrestlers. Don grabbed Dean in a headlock and Dean started elbowing Don in the side. Grunts and pants filled the air and the two of them scuffled around in a circle. They were locked in battle and neither was going to give in. This went on for about thirty seconds. They were so busy making sure the other didn't win that they didn't notice the door open, didn't notice the man enter the motel room. However, it was hard to ignore the gunshot. Within a second both of them had jumped back and raised their guns toward the intruder.
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Bobby Singer had arrived at the motel and almost immediately had left, thinking it was closed down and Dean had mistakenly given the wrong name. The parking lot had so many weeds that it was well on it's way to becoming a field of daises. The paint on the buildings had all but flaked off. Just as he was turning around to exit the parking lot he saw movement in the office. 'Well, someone's home,' Bobby thought. From where he was at he wasn't able to see the last row of rooms. Bobby decided it wouldn't hurt to check it out. Sure enough the Impala was sitting half way down the last row of rooms.
As he lifted his hand to knock Bobby heard a loud thud followed by a second softer thump. Taking a few steps back and dipping his shoulder Bobby charged at the door, raising his shoulder up just as he rammed the door. And just as he suspected the door popped right open, too old and rotten to put up any resistance.
Bobby had to stop and take a moment to process what was going on. He recognized one of the men in front of him as Dean but didn't know the second guy. The two of them were currently locked together, taking cheap shots and repeatedly pounding on each other. Dean had mentioned he was bringing someone along, Bobby had assumed it would be a friend. After his brain caught up with what he was seeing Bobby decided it was time to end this. He took the gun that he had taken out of his holster when he'd heard the thud, aimed it out the open door and fired, figuring they were too far away for anyone to hear..
Before he knew it there were two guns aimed steadily at his head. Even though the other man looked nothing like Sam Bobby faltered for a second. The two men had just been in the middle of a death match but now their bodies were completely in sync with one another. Bobby had always been amazed at how well Dean and Sam worked together. Watching them was akin to watching a SWAT team that had worked together for ten years. That was the feeling he had right now, seeing Dean and this man standing next to each other.
It took Dean only a couple seconds to realize who it was that he was aiming his gun at. "Jeez Bobby, a little warning would be nice." Dean said, dropping his gun and placing in the back of his waistband.
"You know him?" Don asked, not ready to drop his gun.
Dean looked at Don, just now realizing he had a gun. "Where the hell did you get the gun?" He had taken Don's gun away from him a long time ago. Also, how could he not have noticed it on him when he first walked in. Usually he was good about those things.
It wasn't quite the answer he had wanted but Don figured that if the older man was any threat Dean wouldn't be yelling at him. "It was in your bag, next to the journal." Don said, finally dropping his aim as well, putting the weapon back into the holster that Dean hadn't bothered taking from him. And yes, the mention of the journal was meant to egg Dean on.
"Okay guys come on, what's going on?" Bobby asked quickly when he saw Dean take a step forward toward the other man, fist clenching, body tightening, ready for another fight.
Dean recognized the underlying tone in Bobby's voice and backed off. Dean and him getting into another fight wouldn't be a good idea. "Bobby this is Don Eppes, Don, this is Bobby. He's a family friend." Dean said, making introductions.
Don stepped forward and shook Bobby's hand. The grip was strong and calloused. He could feel the man's eyes scanning him. Bobby was trying to determine whether Don was trustworthy. Don, in turn, was doing the same thing.
Bobby looked over Don carefully, putting together the way the man held himself, held the gun, and how he was dressed. "LAPD or FBI?" Bobby asked, taking a wild guess. Something about Don just screamed law enforcement.
'Who in the hell were these people?' Don thought as he tried to assess the newcomer. Dean might be annoying as hell but he wasn't an idiot. The kid knew how to survive and apparently this Bobby guy was the same way. These "hunters" were a hell of a group, even if they were all deranged. Don couldn't help but think about what great FBI agents they would make, that is, if they didn't have a criminal background or they weren't deranged. "FBI."
Dean anticipated the look that Bobby shot him so before the older man could start yelling at him Dean started to explain. "His brother was kidnapped along with Sam and Seeth." Bobby just gave him a 'who-the-hell-cares' look. "It was a favor to Colby. Don is Colby's boss and the FBI weren't getting anywhere so he figured he would send Don to us."
Don was surprised to see the change in expression on Bobby's face, from anger and confusion to understanding and acceptance of the situation. Dean had done more than just help Colby out, Colby was a friend at least to Dean and Bobby. To Don Colby had always been level headed, never the kind to buy into crap but here he was being told that Colby believed in ghosts and spirits and demons. He would never have imagined Colby buying into this world. There would definitely be questions when he got back, and maybe a psych eval.
"Alright, well have you got any new information?" Bobby asked.
"No, just the name Tom and who was involved." Dean reported. He sat down, slowly, on one of the beds, his right arm curling into his midsection. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off he was starting to feel the punches. To his satisfaction though Don was breathing hard and a small amount of pain could be seen in his face.
Bobby couldn't help but notice that both men seemed to be weakening before his eyes. He shouldn't have been surprised, Dean was a hell of a fighter and from the looks of it Don wasn't that bad either. Both men were sporting bloody noses and various cuts on their faces from knuckles. Bobby guessed there were some pretty black and blue bruises forming elsewhere as well. "Okay, I've called a couple of people but got lots more to go." Bobby heard his stomach growl and looked sorrowfully at the squashed McDonalds bag. "Here, go get us some food." Bobby said, handing Dean his credit card.
"Fine," Dean said and grabbed the credit card. He wanted to start searching but he had no idea where, at least Bobby had some people to call. Besides, Bobby could take care of himself if need be, 'Don fights like a girl' Dean told himself. He didn't bother to take into account the shooting pain in his abdomen when he went to climb into the Impala.
December 7 at 7:00pm
David didn't dare make eye contact when Megan slammed a file down on her desk and yanked out her chair to sit in it. He couldn't tell if Megan was angry or frustrated, David was guessing it was a mixture of both. She looked even more tired than when she had left, her pony tail was loose and there were stray hairs coming out every which way. Bags were forming under her eyes and her usually confident demeanor had turned downtrodden.
Megan was ready to collapse, the interview had revealed a lot and had given more of a lead then they could have hoped for but that didn't mean it was easy or pleasant. First she had to fight to get into the room with Hendrickson; he had expected her to sit behind the glass. After a lot of hard balling and promises of deals they had gotten the older of the two to talk. He knew more than the younger one. That's when the headache had started. After the guy had told them what they knew Hendrickson had gotten furious. At first Megan enjoyed seeing the man turned upside down and proven wrong. Then it got old, it ended with Hendrickson arguing with the man, telling the man that he was wrong.
The ride back to the office hadn't been any better. Hendrickson had yelled at her, blaming her and her team for everything. Megan got to learn just how much Hendrickson liked Don. She suspected Don felt the same way. All of the drama had taken a toll on her already tired body and mind. Combine that with the confusion and yes, the frustration that she now felt towards Don and Megan was ready to crumble.
After a few seconds of rest Megan looked up and saw both David and Colby glancing her way, eager for some news. "Don talked with the two guys although he was only able to get information out of one of them. He was told that Dean and Sam aren't behind this, in fact, Nick Colbert's objective was to kidnap the two of them, along with someone named Seeth. Apparently the three of them, Dean, Sam, and this Seeth are Nick's sons. Dean and Sam were adopted as infants by the Winchesters. For Nick this is revenge. Neither of the guys knew who Charlie was, it's likely that Charlie was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The two men were waiting in the house for Dean Winchester. So that means that Nick has Sam, Seeth and Charlie, not Dean. We can bet that Dean is looking for his brothers. Nick had plans to take them to a guy named Tom. That's what Don found out." Megan paused, catching her breath and letting her mind also rest. She was so tired. When David and Colby didn't say anything she continued. "What we found out that he didn't was Tom's last name, Haver. There is no one in the database by that name so it really doesn't mean much. We're pulling licenses from the DMV database but we don't have much hope. So essentially we're back to square one."
"Damn it," David said softly. While Megan may have been slightly angry at Don for going to the precinct without telling them David had remained hopeful. Hopeful that they might get a lead but it looked like that wasn't going to happen.
Colby sighed and looked down at his feet. This was it, he had to tell them. Plus, the sooner he told them the sooner he could call Don and give him the update.
"What is it Colby?" Megan asked. Something was up, Colby wasn't himself. She was becoming convinced that he was hiding something.
Colby looked up and saw that David and Megan were staring at him, both confused. "Let's go to the break room." He had also noticed just how many other unwanted ears were around. Without waiting for a reply he got up and left, trying to exude confidence he didn't have.
Megan and David looked at each other. Neither one of them had any idea as to what was going on. So, without really any other choice they followed Colby into the break room.
"What's going on?" David asked once they all got into the break room.
Colby leaned against one of the counters, placing his hands on either side of him. Here it goes. "I know where Don is."
Megan and David both stared at him incredulously. "What the hell does that mean?" David asked.
"I know Sam and Dean Winchester. I met them about ten years ago through their adoptive father, John Winchester. When everything started happening I called Dean to see if he had any information. I knew that he wasn't a part of it but since Sam's fingerprints were in the cabin I figured he had to know something. That's when I found out Sam and Seeth were kidnapped. I told him about Don and Charlie. Dean has contacts we don't; he's going to be able to find Charlie faster than we can. I figured that Don would be better off with Dean, where they would help each other find Nick and their brothers." Colby took a deep breath before plunging on. "So, I told Dean to get Don."
"You handed over Don to a wanted criminal!" Megan said, much louder than she normally allowed her voice to get. How in the hell could Colby be so stupid? She had been the one that had stuck up for him whenever talk shifted to Dwayne Carter and now he was doing this.
"No, I mean yes. But Dean and Sam aren't guilty of most of things they're accused of."
"Most of things?" This time it was David. He was pacing around the room, trying not to slug Colby right here and now.
"Would you two calm down please, some people are starting to notice." Colby said, seeing some eyes dart their way.
Both Megan and David stopped and did their best to appear relaxed but their faces couldn't hide the anger, confusion, and the thousand other emotions they were feeling.
"Look, they aren't guilty of all but the credit card fraud and some breaking and entering," Colby thought for a second, "okay, and the grave desecration," he had to think again, "and the impersonating a federal officer but that's it. And they did all those things because they had too. They didn't murder or torture anybody. Look I can't explain right now, but the important thing is they aren't bad people."
Megan couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had just spent the past three hours arguing with Hendrickson that she, David, and Colby would not keep information from him. They were just as concerned with finding Don and Charlie as anyone else. Now Colby had made a liar out of her.
"Why in the hell should we believe you? Why shouldn't we just open this door and let them arrest you right now?" David asked. He was fuming. Colby and he were close friends, best friends, or at least they were. While he was closer to Colby than he was to Don, Don was still his boss, teammate, and friend. If Colby had betrayed Don there would be no way he could forgive him.
Megan glanced over at David, a little afraid at what David was displaying. She knew David and Colby were close and with David's personality he would take this to heart. She needed to cool David down; if Hendrickson found out about Colby they would all be taken off the case. So if Colby was indeed telling the truth then she might be willing to turn the other cheek. "So Dean has Don. Is Don okay?"
"Yes, I spoke with Don and told him everything. Right after this I plan to go give them the new information." Colby figured the truth was the easiest way to go right now. David was ready to hang him but Megan looked like she might be willing to give him a chance. "I told you guys this so you wouldn't worry. But I think we should keep everyone else in the dark, it will make the case more urgent."
"To save your own ass." David said under his breath.
"So you can talk to him, to Don?" Megan asked. This would be the perfect way to prove to David, and herself, that Colby was indeed telling the truth. She had to know that Don was safe.
"Yes…"
"Megan."
Megan and David and Colby must have all had that deer in the headlight look because Hendrickson took a step back when they turned towards him. They'd been that involved in the conversation that none of them had noticed the door to the break room open. "What?" Megan asked, not bothering to hide the disgust in her voice.
"We need you guys out here, helping." Hendrickson said, leaving the 'under supervision' part out.
"We're coming." David said.
When Hendrickson didn't immediately leave the three of them filed out. Megan took the opportunity while Hendrickson's back was turned to whisper "Have him call us" to Colby.
Colby nodded slightly to let her know that he understood. He knew that he was walking on thin ice. After about twenty minutes of working at his desk Colby figured he could safely sneak out for a few minutes. When Hendrickson disappeared into the bathroom Colby headed downstairs and outside.
December 7 at 7:45pm
Don grimaced as he pulled his shirt back down. He had just gotten done taking a shower. Bobby had long since exhausted his contact list and now they were waiting to hear back from someone. He was dying to call Colby and see if they had found out anything knew but that would require asking Dean for his cell phone. He couldn't use Bobby's; they had to keep the line clear. And he sure as hell wasn't going to ask Dean for anything. The pain they were both in from their fight had subsided for the most part but he was still furious with Dean and he knew Dean felt the same way.
When Dean had come back with the food Don had been eager to chow down but once the food was in front of him all he could think about was the pain in his jaw and abdomen. His expression of hunger turned to one of nervousness; he looked up to see the same look on Dean's face. Neither man was prepared to show weakness in front of the other. When their eyes met they both glared at each other. Dean bit off about half of his burger while Don took a smaller bite. It took about three minutes for both of them to finish the one bite. The pain in his jaw from chewing and his stomach was so great that he was almost brought to tears and he had to excuse himself to the bathroom. When he came back out Dean's sandwich was gone but Don spied it in the trash. He inconspicuously laid his to the side.
The shower had done a lot to loosen up his stiffening joints. His midsection was a brilliant shade of black, blue, and purple. He would definitely be sore for a couple days but overall he didn't think there was any real damage. As he stepped out of the bathroom Dean's cell phone rang. He tried not to get his hopes up too high but couldn't help but stand by eagerly and wait for any news.
"Hey, Colby." Dean asked, trying to not to appear too desperate when in truth he was dying inside for some information. Not being able to do anything to help his brothers was killing him. He had never been this helpless before, he had always been by Sam's side and more recently by Seeth's side.
"What was that again? Alright I got it written down. Thanks a lot." Dean had written down something on a napkin and handed it to Bobby who immediately got on his cell phone.
Don saw the writing briefly, it looked like Tom's last name.
"Okay, thanks again, here he is. Here, Colby wants to talk to you." Dean said, practically throwing his cell phone at Don while he went over to Bobby who was talking on his own cell phone and typing in information on his laptop.
Don was a little surprised but took the phone. "You found out his last name."
"Yes, Megan and Hendrickson got it out of one of the guys you interviewed. You didn't tell me about them."
"I forgot, I'm sorry." Don didn't know what he was apologizing for, he was just happy that they finally got a break.
"Look he's not in any system, we've searched. Also, I told your dad, Megan, and David what is going on. I didn't want them to worry."
Don was definitely taken aback by that. Colby was putting himself on the line by doing that. After this was over it was definitely going to take a lot thinking to figure this Colby thing out. But he had to be grateful for what the man had done. He had been so preoccupied with everything that he had forgotten to call his dad. Surely by now they would have told him that he was missing. His father would be a wreck. At least Colby had thought to give him a little reassurance, more than he had done. "Thanks, I mean it." Don said, and he truly did mean it.
"I was wondering if you could call Megan and David, let them know you're okay. They don't trust me completely. Not that I can blame them. You should call your dad as well. Let him know you really are okay. He believed me a little more but I'm sure he wouldn't mind talking to you. I got to go but let me know if you find anything."
"Bye Colby."
"Bye Don."
"I have a location. Tom Haver is in Brent, Georgia. One of my contacts used to be friends with Nick, back in his early days. He took Nick to a Tom Haver's once. He doesn't remember the exact address but the town was really small, or at least it was back then. With any luck Tom still lives there and someone will be able to point us in the right direction." Bobby said, jotting down the Mapquest directions to Brent Georgia, it would take a day and half, hopefully less with their driving.
"Let's go." Dean said, shoving things into his bag and heading out the door before Don or Bobby had a chance to blink. He had a lead, he had a direction and he had a purpose. He was hunting now, hunting for his little brothers and nothing else mattered right now, nothing else existed.
December 8 at 11:00pm
Night had come again which meant the cold was back. Sam was almost sure they were somewhere south though, while it was cold it was probably still in the fifties. That didn't matter though, it was still cold enough to do harm to Seeth, who had finally fallen asleep. Seeth was shivering again, less than before though. His body was starting to shut down, the energy to fight off the infections and keep warm was waning.
Sam had only been able to grab about two hours of sleep, by accident. He had been trying so hard to stay awake and had finally drifted off to sleep. When they hit a big dip in the road he was bumped awake.
Charlie had been able to grab a bit more sleep than Sam but not much. He was getting tired but they were getting close to their destination. He could feel it, they had been in the back of the van for a while. Taking into account the length of the United States and subtracting what he thought was an appropriate distance, taking into account their supposed speed and travel distance he figured it would take them a day and a half to two days for them to get to Georgia. He knew they had been in the van for about a day and a half.
Sam leaned back, resting on his head on the side of the U-Haul van. He had just checked Seeth's pulse, slow, and his skin was hot to the touch. They needed to get him to a doctor's now. The gun shot wound on his leg was getting infected and the bruising was getting worse on his side. Sam was starting to suspect internal bleeding.
"How is he?" Charlie asked. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off of Seeth since he had first woken up. While he helped Don at least once a week he was kept away from the victims. The one time at the bank when a FBI agent had been killed was enough for him. The pictures were easier to look at; it was easier to distance himself.
"Getting worse, he needs a doctor." Sam said sullenly.
"Is there…" Charlie was cut off when the U-Haul slowed down and stopped completely. The doors up front opened and slammed shut. His breathing quickened and his eyes widened in fear. Now was the moment of truth. Charlie had been waiting for it but now that it was here he wanted it to go away.
Sam instinctively moved in front of Seeth, blocking him from the door. He wasn't surprised when the door slide up and Nick's face appeared. The two of them stared at each other for a while, reading one another. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Charlie scoot a little back. "Seeth needs a doctor, now." Sam said. As much as he would love to get into it with Nick right now Seeth was the priority and if that meant he had to play nice then so be it.
"Get out." Nick said.
Sam hesitated for a moment, if he got out then he couldn't protect Seeth. Of course with his hands cuffed he really couldn't do that anyway. So he slowly scooted himself towards the door. He stopped when he got to the edge, his legs were dangling over the side and the drop looked a fair way down. The problem was solved for him though. Before he could back away Nick grabbed his left leg and pulled him down. Blackness swarmed in front of him when his head grazed the side of van. His ass hit the ground and it immediately felt like he had been riding a horse for a straight week. He was going to be bruised tomorrow. But the pain in his butt was nothing compared to his back and head. The ground was thankfully softer than that in L.A., not as hard but it still was ground. "Uh."
"Get the other two out." Nick said to two men who were standing off to the other side.
"Seeth needs a doctor." Sam managed to cough out.
"I'd be more concerned about myself if I were you." Nick said. He glanced up and saw the two men attempting to lift Seeth out, he held up his hand. Grabbing Seeth's leg he pulled, bringing his youngest son to the ground just like Sam.
"Seeth!" Sam yelled. He went to get up and move over to his brother but a sharp shooting pain went in shockwaves down his back. He laid back down. "Ahhhh. Why did you do that? I told you he needed a doctor." Sam bit back a cry as another pain ran down his back.
"I told you, worry about yourself." Nick said.
Sam glanced over at Seeth. Thankfully he was still unconscious. However, that just meant that Seeth was really badly off. Although he thought it would be impossible, Seeth now looked even paler. "He needs help."
Charlie winced at the two men's strong grip as they dragged him from the van. Although he was glad he was faring better than Seeth, that ground didn't look too inviting. He saw Sam and for a moment he swore he could see tears in the guy's eyes. He looked over at Nick and saw nothing but hatred.
"Hey, Tom." Nick greeted, shaking hands with his old friend.
Sam glanced towards Nick and saw Tom. He was an older man, early fifties most likely, but definitely in good shape. His hair was thinning and what was left was dark gray. For some reason Sam noticed the guy's fingertips. Smokers had that tinge of yellow to their fingers, but there appeared to be a tinge of red to Tom's.
"These two are for you. I need Mary to look at him." Nick said, pointing to Seeth.
"They're young, they're in good shape, I'll give you ten thousand for each of them."
"Fifteen."
"Twelve."
"Deal."
Sam and Charlie exchanged looks, had they just been sold.
Thanks everyone for reading. I promise there will be more Charlie and Sam in the next chapter. I had to catch everyone up so they were all on the same day. Hope you enjoyed and don't forget to review.
Once again thanks to my beta ALEO, she is awesome.