Chapter 25
The following morning, Dean was held up in a new motel just outside of the last town they were in. They just didn't want to go too far, knowing that Sam was probably being held somewhere close by. It was probably the cheapest motel Dean had ever stayed at, but not the worst by a long shot, but it gave them a home base.
Dean was about an inch from losing his mind. Bobby and John had left hours ago to go scope out the witch's cabin, and he hadn't heard anything from them since then. Dean on the other hand stayed behind in the motel room, going over the witch's journal, and reading up on witch lore, hoping to find any clues as to where she might have taken Sam.
He didn't know when, and he certainly didn't know how, but this bitch had taken his little brother, Dean was going to make sure she got what was coming to her.
Dean sat at an old table, with his head in his hands as he stared down at the words in the book in front of him. However, the meaning behind the words were lost to him as he thought about where his brother could possibly be. He couldn't help but think he was wasting time just by sitting there. What if they were already too late?
No, Dean refused to believe that.
Dean sat up in his seat, and removed his hands from his head, crossing them in front of himself on the tabletop. He tried to concentrate on the book again, when the front door flew open revealing a winded Bobby, and a livid John.
Dean's head snapped up to look at them hopefully.
"Anything?" Dean asked expectantly.
"What d'you think?" John scoffed, "The cabin is completely empty. There's nothing in it. She covered her tracks real good."
Bobby chuckled humorlessly, "Well she's had centuries of practice."
"Damn it!" Dean cried as he pulled his seat back from the table.
"Don't worry," Bobby cut in with an eye roll as he closed the front door, "We'll find him in time."
"I know we will, we've still got a few weeks." Dean replied as he took in a deep calming breath.
By reading up on witches, Dean found that disembodiment required a pretty hardcore ritual. There was a sacrifice involved and everything, preferably a human sacrifice. It was really dark magic. And it could only be performed under a full moon, which of course meant Sam would be in wolf form for it.
"Good," Bobby said as he took a seat across from Dean at the table, "he'll be fine."
"Well I dunno Bobby," Dean admitted with a sigh, causing Bobby and John to look at him keenly, "I mean you saw those wolves…all that blood. Sammy tore them apart. Don't you think the witch will be mad?"
John looked down at Dean wide-eyed, "Sammy did that by himself? When I came, I figured you and Bobby helped."
Dean shook his head, "No, the witch put the whammy on us right as the wolves charged at Sam."
"Son of a bitch," John muttered as he raked his hand across his scruffy face.
"You don't think she'd wanna get revenge on him do you?" Dean asked nervously.
Bobby shook his head, but the disbelief was plastered all over his face.
"Nah," Bobby replied, "you said it yourself that the witch loves him."
Dean shrugged, "But that doesn't mean she won't knock him around a little until the full moon…" He couldn't bring himself to finish that thought. He didn't want to think of that bitch laying a hand on his brother.
Bobby and John exchanged questioning looks before turning back to Dean. They wouldn't say it out loud, but they were sure that whatever arrangements she had set up for Sam couldn't be pleasant.
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Sam wasn't sure how long he'd been lying on the floor. It seemed like forever, but he was sure it only had to be a few minutes, hours' tops.
He slowly stood on all fours, testing his paws and how much weight he could put on them. He was becoming restless and antsy which he knew was a sign of the poison working. Another sign of the toxins in his body was to his dismay, constant salivation.
He continuously wiped his snout with his paws as white saliva dripped to the floor nonstop.
Sam grumbled as he felt a soft ache in his muscles, just begging him to move. He couldn't help but oblige as he began pacing back and forth slowly, his fluffy tail lying behind him motionlessly.
His claws clicking on the worn out wooden floor was the only sound in the room besides the rustling of the leaves as the wind blew through the open windows.
Sam tried to formulate a plan as to how to get out of there, but it was as if a sudden fog had rolled into his mind, clouding all coherent thoughts.
"You can feel it can't you," a deep female voice asked from the doorway, "the flowers poison."
Sam looked up before him, and saw the witch wearing the same black gown as the last time he had seen her. When was that exactly?
Sam whimpered as his eyes drooped, and his legs became too weak to support his bodyweight, causing him to fall over on his side. He didn't know where that came from, a moment ago he was so restless it hurt, and now he just couldn't bring himself to move.
The witch hurriedly knelt down next to him, her gown, and her long brown hair flowing behind her after her swift movement. She placed one of her hands on his furry belly, and the other hand on the back of his neck.
She pet him gently on the back of the neck as she looked down at him, her brown eyes full of pity.
Sam drew it deep ragged breaths as it became harder and harder to breathe, it was as if someone placed an extra tight rubber band on his windpipe. He whimpered again softly, not being able to manage to growl at her.
For a moment, Sam thought that the witch was wrong, and that this was surely the end for him. How could he recover from this when it hurt so much?
Just then, there was a sharp burning pain in his chest that made him howl and squeeze his eyes shut. He writhed on the floor as the pain only increased and spread throughout his whole body.
And just when Sam thought things couldn't possibly get worse, the room was enveloped in a thick, warm, bright light being emitted from the witch.
Sam felt a familiar cold sensation run through his body, but instead of neutralizing the burn in his veins, the freezing cold only aggravated it.
He knew what she was doing, and he couldn't help but think how she picked a hell of a time to do it. She was eating another piece of his soul.
Sam's body began to convulse painfully, his furry head hitting the hard wooden floor hard.
The witch closed her eyes, and threw her head back letting a soft moan escape her mouth, as if she were in the throes of deep pleasure.
The pain became too much for Sam as he felt his conscious mind leaving him, recoiling into the dark oblivion of his mind.
Sam's and the witch's eyes suddenly snapped open at the same time, and for a moment the witch looked taken aback at the sight of Sam. Instead of his usual human hazel eyes, staring back at her were deep animalistic golden eyes of a wolf.
She quickly removed her hands from the wolf's body, and the blinding light in the room once again turned into a soft glow beneath her skin.
The witch stood pushed herself from the floor, and stood to her full height. Her gaze locked on the wolf that was looking up at her expectantly from the floor.
A smug smile came to her face as she released a small chuckle as she looked down at the new completely healthy wolf.
She knew Sam would go through that pain before he did. She used Wolfs Bane as a punishment for disobedient wolves many times before. She knew that his body would painfully purge itself of the toxins; which would explain the seizure.
Just like she knew that his conscious mind would return to him soon. He was simply unconscious from the pain, why the body didn't go under however, baffled her. Maybe he was stronger than she thought.
The witch felt giddy and reborn inside as she got her fill from Sam. He was made of something unique, something that she wanted to bottle up and keep with her for the remainder of her immortality. So now while he was still locked inside his meat, she would only take a little from him. She didn't want to damage him.
"Now Sam," she said slowly knowing that the conscious Sam wasn't what was looking back at her, "I want you to stay here okay…I'm going to bring you some food soon. And when I get back we can discuss what your next punishment should be."
The wolf cocked his head in confusion, making her laugh out loud as she walked from the room, her bare feet padding over the crunchy leaves.
Some limp!sam in celebration of tonight! Haha. :D