The First Cut is the Deepest Ch. 11
Disclaimer: Kripke and the CW owns the Winchesters. I only wish I were making a profit from this story!
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Previously: "You really are one crazy bitch" Luke spat out as he pushed himself to his feet and struggled to make it to the kid who now sat in stunned silence with a glazed and despondent look in his eyes, He knew that he had to protect him from whatever the woman was even if it cost him his life.
A few minutes later, Luke awakened to the sound of a concerned voice and the feeling of hands lightly shaking him. He groaned as he opened his eyes to see Ben crouching down beside him with a look of concern in his eyes. "What 'appenened?" Luke questioned as he pushed himself into a sitting position. He winced when he felt the pounding in his head that was quickly bringing on a bout of nausea. "Sick" he stated wearily just before leaning over and emptying his stomach of the contents he had eaten earlier in the day.
"That's what we would like to know?" Bobby stated as he and the Winchesters made it over to the wounded veteran's side. He smiled as he saw the look of surprise in Ben's eyes as he recognized him. "Sorry man, I just had a feeling you weren't telling the truth when I showed you the picture of Sammy so we took it upon ourselves to follow you."
"Sammy, who's Sammy?" Luke questioned as he closed his eyes to the vertigo that assaulted him once again leaving his head spinning. Damn he hated concussions!
"He's my son" John answered as he pulled a picture from his wallet and waited for Luke to open his eyes to take a look at it. "This is a picture of him and his brother that was taken just a few months ago."
"So you're the bastard that hurt the kid so bad" Luke stated sharply with anger apparent in his voice. "If I weren't sitting here with a concussion right now, I'd kick your damn ass for what you did to the kid."
"Whoa, wait a minute." Dean touted. "Dad didn't know what he was doing. He was under a spe…well, it's kind of hard to explain" he said in defense of his father. He was about to tell him that his dad was under a spell, but then worried that the man would think he was crazy and not talk to them about where Sammy was.
"We can talk about all of this later." Bobby said as he pulled off his ball cap and ran a hand through his hair. "Right now we need to know what happened to you and where Sammy is."
"Oh shit, you aren't going to believe this." Luke stated knowing just how weird what he was about to say would sound. "I was attacked by a little old lady with some kind of powers. She flung me through the air with a wave of her hand and I crashed into the wall behind me. I swear I'm telling you the truth." Luke stated as he looked into the eyes of the three men and Ben.
"Don't worry, we believe you. We've kind of faced the same situation ourselves." John stated wondering how much he should tell the two homeless men before him. "Please continue, I need you to tell me what you know about my son."
"Uh, how do I put this without you thinking I'm crazy? I was crawling over on my hands and knees to get between the kid, Sammy, and that woman when the cat she was holding…um…well…it transformed into a large man and walked over and picked Sammy up like he was a sack of potatoes" Luke stated lowering his eyes knowing that the men before him would think he was insane.
"That little old lady was no lady at all. Actually it was a witch and the cat was her familiar" Bobby stated to let Luke know that they believed him. "She cursed John, Sammy's dad, with a spell causing him to say and do things to hurt his youngest. We've got to find her before she can sacrifice the kid in some death ritual."
"Damn, you're actually telling me the truth aren't you?" Luke asked as he saw the honesty visible in Bobby's eyes. "There are actually witches out there in the world."
"Those and a whole lot more that you believed only lived in your wildest dreams" John answered as he reached a hand out to help a struggling Luke to his feet. "Please, can you tell me what happened to my son?"
"Uh yeah, the lady, uh witch, said that when you came to tell you that you could find her and the brat in the clearing where you last met. She said she would be waiting on you and that you should come alone or she would kill the kid before you had a chance to talk to him." Luke answered with sorrow in his eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold her off until you got here."
'S'not your fault" John stated as he wiped a hand across the stubble of his beard. "Come on Dean, we've got to get to your brother before anything else happens to him."
"Wait" Luke shouted as John turned around to walk away with Dean following. "There's something else you need to know. Sammy is in a depressed state of mind right now, I think he might even be suicidal" Luke stated somberly.
"Wh-what, what in the hell are you talking about?" Dean questioned fearfully.
"Sammy was almost raped last night." Luke answered as he saw the faces of the three men before him immediately pale upon hearing his words. "He was attacked by a gang of five boys and tried to fight them off. He was doing good too until they used brass knuckles on him. By the time me and Ben had gotten to him, they had his jeans down and were about to remove his boxers. We got there just in time to keep it from happening, but it's left Sammy with PTSD. Between that and thinking he could never see his brother again, he's about given up on himself and life."
"Shit" whispered Dean as tears pooled in his eyes before running down his face wondering how thing could have gotten so bad so quickly. "Dad we've got to find him before he gives up completely. After everything he has been through, I couldn't live with myself knowing he was so broken at the end."
"Don't you worry son, we're going to find him in time and I promise you we will kill that bitch who took him. Then we'll come back here and make those boys pay for what they tried to do to my baby." John promised as a new determination took him over. He would not lose his youngest and they would do whatever it took to get him through the trauma he suffered if it took them the rest of their lives. Sammy would not be another statistic to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
As they started to leave, Luke said "I'm coming with you. Don't try to stop me, I care a lot about that kid and I'm going to be in on the rescue whether you want me to or not."
John nodded his head in acceptance. He owed him for protecting Sammy from the gang and keeping him from being raped. It was the least he could do to repay Luke for everything he had done for Sammy.
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Sammy awoke to find himself held in the cellar of an old abandoned farmhouse and shackled to the wall by his wrists. His jacket, shirt, socks and shoes had been removed leaving him in nothing but his jeans and boxers. He shivered as the cold assaulted his body unrelentingly. His head drooped to his chest as tears fell from his eyes. He wished the witch would just kill him and get it over with but it was not to be since the witch wanted revenge on his father.
He could just picture the look that would be in his dad's eyes. Hell, he would probably tell the witch to go ahead and sacrifice him so that he could be rid of him. "I'm nothing but a failure anyway" he whispered knowing that his dad would state those exact words. He honestly wondered if his dad would even bother to show up and pretend that he wanted to save him.
As he sat slumped in defeat, he wondered how Luke was doing. He remembered seeing the witch's familiar holding him captive against the wall as she instructed him with what to do once John showed up. Afterwards, the familiar and slammed Luke's head into the wall with brutal force knocking him unconscious. "Please don't be dead because of me" he whispered feeling like no one was safe when it came to him and his stinking rotten Winchester luck.
"Aw, is poor little Sammy feeling sorry for himself?" Tanyana taunted as she walked into the cellar to see the youngest Winchester with his head bowed to his chest. "You should feel bad you worthless little piece of crap. You're nothing but a disgrace to your family, to your brother. He would be disgusted to see how easily you were broken. He's probably thanking his lucky stars that you are no longer around to bring him down."
"Go to hell" Sam intoned as he raised his head to look the witch in the eye. Sure his dad might hate him and think of him as a disgrace, but she was wrong about Dean. Dean would never think such horrible thoughts about him no matter what, even if he was the screw up that everyone was claiming him to be.
"You insolent little brat" Tanyana voiced angrily as she slapped Sammy across the face hard enough to leave her hand print on his right cheek. "You are worse than your sorry excuse of a father. I will enjoy making you suffer before sacrificing you in front of your family."
"Bring it on, it's not as if it matters anyway." Sam retorted with a shrug of his shoulders. "My dad's probably glad I'm missing so he doesn't have to put up with my sorry ass anymore. Hell lady, you're stuck with me now and just don't comprehend the fact yet."
"Not everything is as it appears to be." Tanyana replied with a knowing smirk as she picked up a bucket of ice cold water and doused Sammy with it causing him to shiver even more. "Think about that as you sit alone awaiting your destiny young pup."
Sammy watched the evil witch walk away and contemplated the words she had said. "What the heck did she mean by not everything was as it appeared to be? Was something going on or was she trying to play mind games with him to drive him insane?"
"What does it matter anyway?" he thought to himself as he bent his legs and placed his head on his knees. He could care less what happened to him now anyway. His life had basically went to hell in a hand basket and would never be the same again. He began to rock himself back and forth in a comforting motion as he hummed the tune to Back in Black and soon fell asleep from sheer and utter exhaustion.
As Tanyana watched the boy from afar, she marveled in the fact that it had been so easy for her to destroy the family. With one little spell, she had effectively broken the bond between the father and the youngest son. And if things went her way with the sacrifice, the oldest would lose total faith in his father and the hunting community would suffer a great loss. Her name would be revered throughout the supernatural world as the one to bring the mighty Winchesters to their knees.
Knowing that the one she despised most would soon arrive, Tanyana started setting things in motion to do the ritual that would give her untold powers. She placed the black candles along her altar and recited the spell to cleanse her mind of all impurities, to give her the gift of foresight so that she would be prepared for the night ahead.
TBC I wasn't totally sure about this chapter, but I didn't want to keep you waiting. I hope you enjoyed it.
