Sam turned around in time to see Gordon back in view, gun raised directly at him. Ducking instantly, he felt the wind of the bullet pass by him. Mentally cursing himself for believing that Gordon was out of the way, he used his sudden rush of adrenaline to increase his pace so that he was now beside his brother.
That was way too close.
Dean let relief wash over him as Sam not only managed to dodge the bullet, but run faster than what he was able to do before.
I swear to god Gordon, when all this is over with, I'm gonna be pissed, and you're gonna be begging.
They continued their trajectory down winding paths as the view of the forest became clearer and clearer. Gordon was still on their ass, but the adrenaline that rushed through Sam, mirrored onto Dean, resulting in them both quickening their pace, giving them a good enough distance between them and the rogue.
It wasn't long before the crunch of twigs and leaves beneath their shoes echoed through the woods. They weren't as exposed as before, but the prospect that they hadn't had time to take a breather and recover yet, hung over their heads.
"Hey Dean? Maybe we should-"
Bang.
Both visibly flinching from the sudden gunshot noise, Sam stopped mid-sentence and nodded hastily to Dean's recurring hand motion, indicating that they quicken their already fast run.
Birds flew rapidly from the trees and disappeared into the night in response to the invading noise. The full moon was bright enough to silhouette the trees, making it easier for all three hunters to navigate.
Another series of shots joined the sound of the scurried footsteps of the brothers. Looking back to share his thoughts on what to do next, Dean turned to where Sam was. Except, Sam wasn't by Dean's side. Fear flooded him to a level where he thought it was possible to drown due to Sam's absence.
Skidding to a halt, Dean scoped the forest, his heart beating loudly against his ribcage. After scanning the forest repeatedly for signs of his little brother, Dean realised that staying stock still wasn't going to help him find Sam.
Maybe you're just overreacting, maybe Sam just took a wrong turn? Yeah, there's a chance that could've happened.
Dean let himself run through different scenarios on what happened, but it wasn't much of a comfort, because they only were scenarios, and he had no clue what actually happened. Hell, Sam could be dead for all he knew- no he wasn't going to think that far; that's where he drew the line. But if he doesn't do something soon, that very well may be where Sam could end up.
A few miles away, the youngest Winchester began to stir.
The first thing Sam comprehended when he woke, was the incessant pounding in his head. Keeping his eyes squinted shut, he breathed deeply through the pain using exercises he had learned as a kid.
When the pounding was somewhat bearable, Sam slowly began to open his eyes. He seemed to be in a windowless basement, with a dim bulb as his only source of light. Noticing this, he could make out stairs leading up to a door on his right. As he attempted to move, he realised he was sitting on a chair, arms and legs tied to it. Just like Dean was when Gordon had him. Speaking of.. Where was Dean? Was he okay..? The last thing that was highlighted in Sam's memory was the non-stop running, the forest and…
Damn it.
As memory came back to him, he recalled running with his brother, up until the sensation of a short, painful sting in his neck. Having a sneaking suspicion on what it could have been that caused that, his hunch was rewarded as he inspected the basement more thoroughly.
There, on a small table a few feet from him, lay an innocent looking dart.
Before he could think about the situation any further, the reverberating sound of a creak of the door opening, caused him to tense up.
Descending down the steps, was a man. Around Dean's height from what Sam could tell. His brown hair was ruffled and his clothes were dirty. Sam debated if the guy had ever showered.
Beginning to now approach Sam, the stranger let a smirk crawl onto his face as his eyes met his confined figure.
"Those chains not tight enough?"
Sam remained silent. Nah they're great, he retorted mentally.
"You see this?" The guy asked, motioning towards a table opposite to the table that had the dart.
Sam looked over, and felt his heart constrict as he stared at the contents.
"Yeah," the guy smiled at Sam's tense reaction, "that's what I'm gonna use on you, freak."
Wondering why the guy would use that word, his eyebrows creased as realisation dawned on him.
"You're with Gordon aren't you…" Sam stated, rather than questioned.
"Bingo."
Not at all surprised by this new information, he scoffed.
"You gonna kill me? Cos I know that's been on Gordon's wish list for a long time."
"Hell, I want to, you know? Destroy you and all you disgusting freaks out there. But sadly, Gordon has asked me not to kill you. He wants to savour that kill for himself. As for your brother.."
Sam's eyes and ears were alert now, knowing he had to be aware of anything regarding Dean.
"...well, he's not going to be so lucky. I'd say Gordon's killing him right now."
"What?" He blurted out, emotion covering his tone.
"He couldn't risk Dean Winchester coming to save your sorry ass now could he? He knew not to underestimate you guys, that's why he's got me, I was waiting in the woods for you two sons of bitches to come rampaging in." He finished, a corrupt grin following.
Letting the information sink in, he averted his gaze from the man. Sam knew Dean wouldn't go down without a fight, his brother is the best damn hunter he ever, and will ever, know. He had faith that Dean was okay, because he knew, if he were to lose that faith, nothing else on this damned planet would matter to him, not even his own life.
"But.. you know what's the best thing right now?"
Sam looked back at him.
"What?" He spat.
"Gordon said I could do whatever I wanted, as long as it didn't kill you. You know what I am going to do to you? To the notorious Sam Winchester?"
Sam tried not to think about what was being said to him, only about his way out of here. However, he couldn't ignore the threat of what the man was saying. Curiosity and fear began to crawl on his skin, as he followed the guy's movements, with him walking eagerly to the table full of dreaded materials.
Picking up a fair, sharp knife, he walked over to Sam and gripped a firm hand on his neck.
Sam struggled against the chains as he felt the man's firm cold hand gripping tightly on his neck. Sam turned his face away, eyes closed, trying not to show how scared he actually was.
As he felt a slash of the knife against his abdomen, he could feel his shirt shred. Hissing in pain, he controlled the urge to scream.
"Oh, now that's no fun. I want more than a hiss from you." And with that, the knife travelled from his left shoulder, all across to the right of his waist. Another, much larger tear formed in his now blood staining shirt. Sam couldn't help, not this time, as a loud cry of pain escaped his mouth.
"Very good, but I think we can do better."
It wasn't long before Sam's shirt was filled with shreds, blood was seeping, and he was screaming, before the pain became too unbearable for him to consider. Welcoming the darkness, he let it envelope him into a lapse of false security
... I did not mean to make that so dark- oops... I guess i got carried away. Sorry about that!
But damn, poor Sam, as if he doesn't already go through enough torture in the show, and i go ahead and do this :D
Well, Dean's now frantically looking for his brother... and like the guy said to Sam... a fight's about to go down between Dean and Gordon...
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I definitely spent a bit more time than I intended too on it, but I like the outcome, and I hope you do to!
I also really appreciate the reviews you guys have given me (even though it's not a lot), it's what inspires me to carry on writing.
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