Chapter 12 - Wasn't This Room Bigger?
'Dean!' yelled Katie, running into the room. 'I said get the key not strangle him to death!'
Dean looked at her, his handsome face angrily twisted, his hands still firmly around Sam's neck.
'Just let me kill him,' he said. 'I thought you wanted him dead! He's caused me so much misery…I don't want him breathing!'
'Let go Dean!' thundered Katie, as Sam's eyes slowly began to droop closed, and his body began to lose its tension.
Dean stared defiantly before reducing the pressure on Sam's neck, and then dropping his hold completely.
'Dean…think about it. We can put him through so much pain…he hasn't suffered yet. Killing him is giving him the easy way out,' said Katie, gently pulling him away from Sam. 'We'll have our fun…then he can die.'
They both glanced at Sam who was gulping down air quickly, trying to get his
breath back.
'I guess your right,' muttered Dean. 'Can I have some fun now?'
'Go ahead sweetie…but we'll be watching,' replied Katie, pointing to a security camera. 'If you try to kill him, I will kill you. Clear?'
'Crystal,' replied Dean airily. Katie smiled slightly and left.
'Can…can I have…a drink please?' gasped Sam through his sore throat.
'No, you can't,' said Dean. 'There's no water down here anyway.'
'In…in my pocket. I have a flask.'
Dean's eyebrows rose slightly. He didn't know that Sam had bought a drink. He moved forward and plucked it from Sam's pocket.
'Oh, you mean this water?' said Dean, opening the flask and sculling the contents. 'Oops, I drank it all. Sorry, you can't have any. Plus it wasn't very nice water.'
'I didn't really want any,' replied Sam with a slight grin.
'So…time for my fun,' said Dean loudly, pulling his gun from the back of his pants. He loaded four bullets into it.
'So, I'm going to put these bullets in various parts of your body, but I won't kill you…and then you'll tell me that you want to come to my side. Ok?'
Sam just gritted his teeth.
'Hurry up,' he thought. 'C'mon…come back to daddy.'
As Dean leveled the gun with his leg, and pulled off the safety, Sam's face dropped with relief as a purple mist slithered its way under the door.
'Hey Dean,' said Sam. 'Lookout behind you.'
Dean whirled around, and the purple mist entered through his mouth with such force that he stumbled and fell. Dean blinked a couple of times, looking slightly bewildered.
'Welcome back,' said Sam.
'Sammy?' said Dean, blinking quickly. The scene before him set in. 'Oh shit, Sammy!'
He wobbled to his feet and moved to release his brother.
'It's Sam.'
Fumbling slightly, Dean uncuffed his brother, and shoved the cuffs into his jacket pocket. He bent down to help Sam untie his legs from the chair, his mind a whirl.
'Hey Sam,' he began. 'Where are we?'
'Katie's,' replied Sam, standing up. 'What's the last thing you remember Dean?'
'Being at Uncle Joe's.'
'And?'
'And…the rest is just blank.'
'Well, we need to get out of here, now…we're at Katie's,' said Sam. 'There's a security camera in here, and if I'm not mistaken, she should be bursting through that door, right about now.'
The door bust open, and Katie, flanked by her small army, stood there, gun in hand.
'Nice move Samuel,' she hissed. 'Congratulations, you've got Dean on your side again…but do you really think you can beat us all? And I know for a fact that you wouldn't kill an innocent person intentionally, and all these boys are people, caught up in one hell of a game. They have families you know?'
Dean, the gun still in his hand, raised it slowly.
'Your gunna kill 11 people with four bullets?' mocked Katie. 'Well, go ahead then. We're waiting.'
Dean paused, before he threw the gun as hard as possible at the group. Katie ducked easily, letting the gun smash into Aaron's nose.
'AH SHIT!' yelled Aaron, as blood poured from his nose.
'Doesn't mean I can't hurt them,' shot back Dean.
'Take care of them both,' Katie ordered. 'I don't care what you do…it's up to you. Just don't kill them yet!'
She whirled around and left the room.
'You know Dean,' said Sam as they were slowly surrounded. 'I gave you a flask full of that liquid Uncle Joe made, that brings your life source back to your body.'
'Well, why don't we give these guys some?'
'Because you drank the whole thing.'
'Oh. Does that mean she turned me again?'
'You know Dean, I'll explain later, I swear. Right now we have some asses to kick.'
'I don't think so,' said Matt, who along with the others, pulled out a revolver. 'You wanna risk your lives? Go ahead.'
'She said you couldn't kill us,' scoffed Dean, pushing his way past the group around him. A gunshot was fired, hitting the floor beside Dean's foot.
'There is an exception,' Matt informed him. 'If you try to get away.'
Dean was roughly pushed back into the middle of the circle.
'So…what's the plan Sammy?'
'It's Sam…and I don't know. Why can't you think of a plan for once?'
Dean and Sam didn't even bother struggling as they were gripped from either side and propelled to a nearby door. They were shoved into the small room, and both had one foot shackled to the ground. They were positioned just out of reach of one another. The door was shut with a bang, and bolted loudly.
'So…they can do whatever they like to us…and they put us in a room?' exclaimed
Dean, bending over and examining the shackle. 'You'd think that there would be
some sort of twist.'
'Dean,' said Sam, fear slightly showing in his voice. 'Dean there is a twist.'
'What?' Dean stood up, looking around the room. 'Wasn't this room bigger?'
'Yeah, it was Dean,' replied Sam, tugging hard at the shackle.
'The walls are closing in on us.'
