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AHHHH!!! I seriously had problems getting this chapter out and I really wasn't sure about it. But it's finally out and I'm finally uploading it. As for the chapter title… I was very tempted to put a certain profanity word in but I didn't think it'd be allowed so I've kept it clean… he he.
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36. Yes Sir. No Sir. Three bags full sir.
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"Awww would you look at that. He's scared of you Dean my boy. Perfect… now prove him right. Shoot him right between the eyes. Send the coward straight to tell – you know you want to." Nex drawled in such a tempting way.
"Shut up." Dean snarled at him, though the others in the room probably thought he was aiming his snarl at the doctor
Sam placed his hand on the end of Dean's gun, forcing him to lower it, "We need information Dean and if what he just said is true… you can't kill him."
Dean's hardened half crazed eyes turned to gaze at Sam's and they softened immediately, becoming that little bit saner, "What does he have to gain from telling us the truth?"
"For starters you might not kill me… I'm not stupid. I know you would and I know Nex would happily let you do it. He only cares about one thing and I think you know what that is. Please…" The doctor begged.
"Stop saying stuff like that! You want to live? You should have thought about that before you put your name down to be a demon groupie." Dean growled.
"There are things that a doctor can't do unless you have certain 'friends' - that's what I am… a Doctor, a scientist, searching for answers. I'm a bad man Dean and I'm not looking for redemption, this is survival. I can see him in your eyes – pushing you. I'm expandable. I became that way after our little meeting."
"Our little meeting? You freaking messed with my mind! You had no right! I don't need Nex to push me into killing you…"
"Yeah… I kind of noticed that." The Doctor swallowed hard, eyes falling momentarily on the gun and though it was no longer aimed at him, he still felt the intent.
"You've got us listening Doc, so why don't you starting giving us some answers." Sam demanded.
"You have to ask questions if you want the answers to make sense… you never seen 'Hitchhikers'?" Doc smiled.
"Yeah, yeah, 42. I get it. How's this for a question – how the hell do I get Nex out of my head?"
"Out of your head? Close the doors I opened… but that's not gonna help you much."
"Why not?"
"He's not just in your head boy! I'm not the only one who opened up doors."
"Mary?"
"Got it in one."
"What did she do to him?" Bobby interjected.
"Darkened his already dark heart." Dean put a hand on his chest as the Doctor spoke, remembering glimpses of the last time he'd seen Mary. He could feel the burning… or was that just the mark? "Only she won't be so keen to help you."
"And you are?" Sam spat the accusation out at the man.
"I already told you. I don't want to die… and right now he's more of threat to me then Nex. If I give you answers, I live to see another day." The doctor indicated Dean as he spoke, "I don't particularly care how this ends up. Mary however… this is her life. It was her life even before she was born."
"Do you know where she is?" Sam asked, watching carefully for any lies the doctor may tell.
"She's waiting for Nex and his chosen one." The Doctor smiled wickedly as he got the reaction he wanted. Dean tried to push passed Sam to get to the Doctor; his finger was just itching to pull that trigger and the Doctor knew it was dangerous playing with fire but he also knew that the other two hunters in the room would stop Dean.
What he didn't expect was the strong right hook from the eldest hunter doing what Dean and Sam couldn't and it stilled everyone as Bobby rubbed his knuckles and looked at the Doctor in disgust as he stumbled back and nearly fell.
"Where is she?" Bobby growled.
"She's working as a volunteer at the local hospital, working in the children's ward," The Doctor ground out, "She just loves children."
"You're coming with us." Sam said suddenly and shot Bobby a look that ordered him to take care of the Doctor whilst he pushed Dean from the room and dragged him down the stairs.
"I kinda figured you'd say something like that."
"That mouth is gonna get you into real trouble." Bobby warned and grabbed Doc's arm, forcing him to walk and follow the brothers.
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Dean was grumbling miserably about 'imps' and 'faeries' of some kind 'borrowing' stuff and then returning it without his permission. Oh, it wasn't the returning part that angered him; it was the initial borrowing because he had searched through that trunk the other night desperately looking for the exact same pair of handcuffs that Sam managed to pull out within seconds of opening it. Dean looked at him suspiciously but Sam merely shrugged.
So either way, Doctor Bill was handcuffed and shoved into the back of the Impala by Bobby who slid in beside him. They all agreed, that is, Sam, Dean and Bobby agreed, Doctor Bill had no say in the matter, that it would be best to travel and stick together. If all went well, they'd collect the truck later and maybe head to a bar or something.
Sam was driving – this time Dean actually protested and it brought a smile to Sam's face, but he still said no and kept tight hold of the keys. Doctor Bill remained quiet in the back whilst Bobby sent him daggers, daring him to move or make a wisecrack but the Doc was quickly learning that it wasn't only Winchesters he had to be wary of. Sam was concentrating on the directions Dean had pulled up on the laptop and twice Dean accidentally mixed his lefts and rights up before cursing and correcting his mistake. But what could you do when you had a demon inside your mind that just would not shut up.
"We're off to see the wizard." Nex sang merrily, "But the wizard can't do anything can he Dean?"
Dean just growled under his breath.
"Oh, so you're ignoring me? That hurts Dean." He mocked, "You know Mary is gonna be so pleased to see you. She idolizes you. Give her a chance and she'll do anything for us, for you. They chose her. They chose her to be the one, to be mine. And she should be pissed at you; after all, I don't care what they chose because I chose you. But no, she idolizes you or at least your potential"
Dean sagged in his seat and took a deep breath, trying to block out the words.
"Aren't you afraid they'll see Dean? Aren't you afraid they'll notice just how dark you really are? You know what will happen when they do."
"Stop with the freaking monologue already!" Dean screamed inside his mind and tried to go back to concentrating on the directions.
"Left at the end." He whispered – didn't trust his voice to be strong enough to say it much louder.
"I've been very lenient with you so far Dean. I've let you have your fun but you are really starting to piss me off." A cold shiver ran down Dean's spine as Nex spoke. How did he do that? How did Nex manage to sound so much like his father, when ordering or reprimanding him? And how the hell did he make Dean feel guilty for shouting at the demon, for disobeying him?
"Now when we get to this hospital, you are going to take that knife inside with you and you are going to slit the Doc's throat. You are mine Dean and I will do anything to have your obedience, remember that and think of Sam. Do you hear me?"
Dean clenched his teeth in defiance, sharp warning pain shooting through his head and across his chest.
"I said 'do you hear me?'" Nex demanded an answer, demanded Dean to listen and obey.
"Yes sir." He answered in a tiny voice.
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