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STORYBEGINSHERE
She silently thanked Dean for this, it was more than she expected. "This might be worth me trading your soul from that crossroads demon if this all works out Dean." The threat of being sent to hell was a strong motivator. Meg was stronger than the crossroads demon and both of them knew it.
Dean's soul would be in her hands if she wanted it. Even on a whim. Sam had agreed to the deal... Maybe she'd throw in a bonus if all worked out. Sam loved his brother more than his own life. He might not after the shifter... but it's a strong motivator for later.
She needed everyone accounted for to make this happen.
Ok. The shifter was watching TV, Sari was keeping look out, Mark was getting the second set of vials, Marissa was keeping an eye on Sam... Richie, where the hell was he?
"Damnit." Meg lost track of Richie. If anyone was going to hurt Sam more, it was him. She looked around the house and couldn't find him. The basement. Meg went to the door and rushed down the stairs. There he was with Marissa. Sam was beginning to stir at this point.
"How long was he down here alone with Sam?"
"Richie?"
"No, my dad. Of course Richie."
"I don't know. I guess it would be between the shifter left and I came down."
"Did he do anything to Sam?"
"He was holding a knife over him... but other than that nothing that I could see."
"So he didn't touch him?"
"No."
"Good." Meg looked at Richie. "Come upstairs. Your fun is over for now. You have one more job until I let you go. But until then you still do as I say."
Richie was quiet and didn't move.
"Upstairs. Now!"
He moved and stomped up the stairs making as much noise as he could.
"I can trust you right?"
"Of course." Marissa was eager to not be sent back to hell.
"If you harm him..."
"I won't." She was pleading.
"Good. I'll come back down once everything is in order."
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It seemed that everyone had gathered in one place.
Mark had a case with him. The vials. "So what's the next step?"
"We return him. I have a job for each of you." She looked at everyone. "Sari, you're going to make the call. You know that. I'll give you the info on a piece of paper later."
"Ok."
"Richie, you stay with me." She paused. "Mark, you watch them. Make sure Dean kills either Joshua or Ash. Make sure they don't ruin everything."
"Ash?!" Mark was wide eyed. "He's on the job?! He disappeared."
"I know, but that's a less pressing issue right now." Meg addressed the shifter next. "You watch out for Ellen, Jo, and Bobby. Marissa is going to do the small jobs so don't worry about all the details."
"We can't let them come here."
"No. We're going to ditch him somewhere else. There's an abandoned farm and a field about a mile away. That's where we leave him. Two cars. Marissa will come back here with you." Meg looked at the shifter. "You can split after that. I'll stay behind with Richie. Sari, you're going to call someone once everyone gets back."
"Who?"
"This very nice lady. Her name is Missouri."
Sari gave Meg a strange look but knew better than to question orders.
"Everyone get ready. This is the hard part. I want this to be a clean job. Screw up, any of you, I'll send you right back to hell. Understand?"
All nodded.
"Alright, it's go time." Meg went to write down information for Sari, Mark got all of the supplies ready, the vials and a gun, the shifter searched for a gun, grabbed a knife, and shoved the vial in its pocket, Marissa was still in the basement with Sam waiting, and Richie... sitting in front of the basement door. God he looked like the sickest, creepiest kid you could imagine...
THEPHONECALL
It was early morning when Dean's phone finally rang. He hadn't slept in so long he almost missed it before he suddenly remembered everything and sprung out of bed. Dean kicked himself for every second he had just wasted.
"Hello?!"
"Good morning Dean!" Sari said in a cheerful voice.
"Maybe for you."
"Oh be nice Dean. It's about time you get optimistic about all of this."
"Pardon my pessimism, but you've been messing with us for days now and I want my brother back."
"Then you should be happy. You'll get him back very soon..."
Dean was speechless. He didn't think he'd hear that after all this time. Was he imagining things?
"Hello? You still there Dean? Or did you stop caring about Sammy? We could just keep hi–"
"SHUT UP. Don't you dare say that and if you keep him then I swear I will hunt you down and slaughter every last one of you."
"Ok. I could just hang up if you want to drag this out."
"...no..."
"Good boy Dean. Now, before you get him, you're going to kill either Ash or Joshua."
"...I know... Just tell me where Sammy is."
"You're going to go to a barn. A man named Mark will be there. Show him a body and he'll lead you to Sam. You and either Ash or Joshua will help you carry the body, depending on who survives. Ellen, Jo, and Bobby can come, but you separate from them. Understand Dean?"
"Yes, where's this barn."
"It's a mile outside out Lawrence. An abandoned farm. It shouldn't be that hard to find, it's the first one leading out of town."
'Damn it.' Dean was mentally cursing to himself, he should have known. He should have checked there first.
"Well Dean?"
"Yeah. You better not be lying to me though or I-"
"Enough with the threats Dean. We've already gone through that. Sam will be there, be rest assured. You better be there with a body. You can leave whenever you're ready."
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Jo entered the room groggily rubbing at her eyes and yawning. "I heard you talking. Demons again."
"Jo, wake everyone up and tell them to start packing." Dean paused, almost in disbelief at what he was about to say. "We're going to go get Sam."
Jo dropped the styrofoam cup of coffee she was holding. Shed didn't really need it anymore. The adrenaline was already pumping. "Sure thing Dean."
Dean had a second thought. "Take the towels and blankets along with a first aid kit... Something tells me we'll need them..." He didn't want to imagine what shape Sam would be in, but it couldn't be good.
Everyone was ready and in the parking lot in under half an hour.
"Ellen, Jo, Bobby. I want you two in the truck." Dean turned to the other two men... in a few hours one of them would be dead... and by Dean's hand. He gulped. "Joshua and Ash, I want you to come with me."
"Everything ok Dean?" Bobby noticed Dean's body language when he addressed the two men.
"Yeah... Just... We're getting Sammy back."
"Ok Dean..."
"You know where the farm is. We'll follow you." Ellen was climbing in the truck.
"When we get there we'll split off. Ash, Joshua, and I will cover the west side of the farm. It's the side with the barn on it. You three cover the east side and we'll meet in the middle."
"Sounds like a plan."
Doors slammed. They cut out on the bill. There was the scent of burning rubber. Land speed records were about to be shattered.
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It seemed like everyone was in a rush when Sari hung up the phone. She found Meg through the flurry of activity and relayed the conversation. Meg gave her Missouri's number and repeated her instructions before giving her a pat on the shoulder almost as a good job and good luck gesture. The little girl beamed. She was safe.
"I'll keep an eye on Richie." She looked towards the shifter and Mark. "You two load up the van. Marissa is staying downstairs with Sam until we get him out. Sari only has one more job." She looked around. "Don't. Screw. This up."
They all stood there.
"Well... Go!"
Meg went downstairs. She needed to check on everything. Richie would come and get here when the van was ready. Sari would put him in line if he tried anything.
Marissa was kneeling next to Sam and blocking Meg's view of what was going on.
"What do you think you're doing?!" She spun Marissa around.
"I-I was just-"
"I don't care. You said I could trust you not to harm him." Meg was fuming and about to send Marissa back to hell when she heard Sam moan and paused to see him roll over.
She held up the open bottle of water. "He-he needed water. Please Meg. Please please please don't send me back I-"
"Oh quit begging." Meg distanced herself away from Marissa. "How long has he been conscious? Has he said anything?"
Marissa laughed a little. "If you can call it that. He opens his eyes once in a while. He'll mutter. Something about Dean and him being worthless. I think I even saw a tear from poor Sammy."
Meg went over and bent down close to Sam's face to make sure no further harm was done. Sam opened his eyes but it was like he didn't see her.
"When they're ready, we'll sedate him. I'm not having the shifter handle him anymore if I can help it. Do you think you and Mark can manage to get him up the stairs?"
Marissa gave a curt nod.
"Good."
The door opened upstairs signaling that it was time. Richie came down with the sedative and Sam slipped back into darkness almost as soon as the needle pierced his skin.
Meg carried Richie upstairs while Marissa waited. Mark came down and they soon had Sam up the stairs. He'd lost weight and wasn't fighting. Marissa honestly probably could have carried Sam up herself.
They were ready. Sam was loaded into the back of the van with Meg, Richie, and the shifter with them. Marissa and Mark went in a smaller car and followed behind.
THEFARMSETUPFORTHEDEMONS
Mark was to wait in the shadows of the barn. Marissa was keeping watch and waiting by the car for the get away. The shifter was to keep watch of Sam's location. Meg held Richie and waited next to Sam.
Meg whispered into Richie's ear. "Listen. You have one job left until you can get back in that house. You do what you do best, mess with his head. I know you've been playing in there like it's a sandbox but this is serious." She set him down and looked him in the eye. "Sam is to remember nothing of this. BUT, I want you to plant one thing in there. I don't want him to harm Ruby Naylor. Don't harm Ruby Naylor. Got it? Because you know what happens if you screw up."
Richie nodded and placed his tiny hand on Sam's head. Sam's eyes darted behind closed lids as his respiration increased. Richie would make sure Sam forgot everything and remembered Ruby Naylor. But he also made sure that Sam would remember 'Dean'...
Richie looked up at Meg when he was done and got the go ahead to run to the car.
Now, they wait.
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The hunters made sure to hide their vehicles from view and come in quietly and finally split off into the two groups.
Dean clutched his gun as he, Ash, and Joshua approached the barn. His knuckles were turning white and his palms were sweating. He hadn't even decided yet. How could he kill either one of the men? For Sam. Dean reassured himself, but it didn't make him feel any better. Sam would rather die than know Ash or Joshua died for him.
They were about to open the massive door when Dean finally held the gun up. "Stop." It was an order and both men turned in shock when they saw the gun.
"Dean..." Joshua held his hands up.
"What the fu-"
"Just don't talk ok? I'm sorry, I have to do this."
"Do what?" Joshua stepped forward. "Dean, give me the gun."
"No. I have to do this. They want one of you dead before we get Sam."
Ash and Joshua didn't say a word.
Dean still couldn't choose. He aimed his gun left and right. Even though he was pissed at Joshua, he wouldn't kill him. And Dean would never consider killing Ash... under normal circumstances... When was Dean's life ever normal?
"I'm sorry. I don't have a choice."
"Please, Dean. It doesn't have to be like this. We'll find a way out."
"No. They want to see a body. There is no way out."
This was obviously going to be a conversation between Joshua and Dean. Ash wasn't into negotiations at the moment.
"You can tell them I ran off again."
"And not get Sam back? Even if they did buy it, it wouldn't work Joshua."
The men stood like that in silence. Dean kept muttering apologies and excuses.
He looked at the men one more time before turning his back to them and wiping his forehead, telling himself to suck it up and this was for Sam. That every second he wasted was one more that Sam suffered.
Dean finally turned around and there was a resounding shot...
AN: Cliffy... BUT I ALREADY DECIDED WHO DIES!!! Muhahahaha. I is evil, sorry for the delay. F.I.N.A.L.S... Fuck I Never Actually Learned (this) Shit. If you get what I mean. I can't promise when the next ch. will be up. Suggestions of torture are still being taken and appreciated. Tell me what you want and you could possibly see it. If you absolutely can't live without knowing who dies, request the answer and I'll send it in a message.
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