Title:The Blood Harvest
Author:Coleharley(Me)
Rating:PG-13 or Maybe R(some really graphic scenes)
Characters:Dean and Sam(some Oc's thrown in too)
Summary:The brothers go to a small town to investigate the ritualistic murders of children taking place there.
Warnings:Blood and Death (nothing too bad though)
Authors note:I do so love to torture the Winchester brothers, so be warned, there's some major owie's coming up in the future chapters.
Disclaimer:Don't own them(wish I did)
The Blood Harvest- Chapter. 2
Sam woke up early the next morning, the bedside clock reading 6:15. He laid there for a while, attempting to fall back to sleep , but soon
finding that it just wasn't going to happen, got up and went and took a nice long shower,then returned to the bedroom to wake Dean up.
Flopping down on his brother's bed, he said loudly,"Time to get up you lazy bum!"
"Leave me alone Sam."Dean muttered hoarsely, his face buried in his pillow.
"We've got work to do Dean. So sleepy time is over."Sam said bouncing on the bed.
"Can't it wait another hour?"Dean asked."I didn't get any sleep last night due to coughing my lungs out."
Sam knew his brother was telling the truth because he had actually awakened him several times doing it, but they had a case to work on, and no time to waste.
"I'm sorry bro, but we're kinda pushed for time and all. Who knows when this thing could kill again."Sam replied.
"Fine!" Dean said hoarsely and reluctantly got up from his bed and headed towards the shower, giving Sam a mean look as he passed him, and Sam smiled brightly in return.
Ten minutes later Dean emerged, dressed and ready to go.
"Come on, what are we waiting for?"he asked Sam.
They went and got in the car, and Sam turned to Dean and asked,"So, where should we go first?"
Dean answered ,"I'll drop you by the police station so you can talk to your pal from yesterday, and I'll go and talk to the Martin kid."
"Sounds good."Sam replied,then looked at Dean with concern when he started hacking again."You alright?"he asked.
"No, but like you said, we're on a case and pressed for time, So I'll worry about me later."Dean replied.
"There's a doctors office right near the sheriffs department, why don't you stop by and get some real medicine?"Sam suggested.
"Maybe I will."Dean replied, and mentally planned to do just that. He was a person who really enjoyed his sleep, and didn't want to have another night like the last.
He dropped Sam off and then realized he had no idea where the Martin boy lived, so he stopped at a phone booth and looked up the sheriff's address, knowing it would be listedbecause he was the sheriff.
Bingo. There it is. 218 Ridgecrest circle.
Stopping to get gas, Dean asked the attendant the way to get to the address, and then left.
Reaching the address, he saw the sheriff lived in a two-story brick house with a large in ground pool and a gazebo in the back.
His job must pay pretty well, Dean thought as he rang the doorbell.
A older woman answered the door, and seeing him standing there smiled and asked,"Can I help you?"
"Hi, Mrs. Martin?" Dean asked.
"Oh, no dear. I'm Mrs. Campbell, the Martin's babysitter."she replied.
"Are Mr. or Mrs. Martin here?"he asked, quickly putting a tissue to his nose when he felt the familiar urge to sneeze coming.
"No, they're both working. Is there something I can help you with?"she asked.
"Well, I'm Dean Malone with the FBI and I'm in town to investigate the killings that have taken place, and I understand Jeff Martin was present at four of the murders and would like to have a word with him to get his account of what happened."Dean explained."Is he here?"
Frowning, she answered,"Yes, but I don't know if it would be such a good idea for you to talk to him right now. I need to ask his father first."
"I talked to sheriff Martin yesterday and he said it would be fine."Dean lied, giving her his most convincing smile.
"Well, I guess it would be okay then. Since he said so."she said, and opened the door further, inviting him to walk in.
The house was nicely furnished by someone with expensive tastes, and once again Dean wondered just how much the sheriff made on his job.
'Let me go get Jeff."she said, and headed upstairs, and several minutes later reappeared, a freckle faced blonde boy in tow.
"Jeff, this is Agent malone, he's here to ask a few questions about what happened to your friends. Would that be okay with you?"
"Sure, why wouldn't it be?"the boy replied haughtily.
The sitter suddenly sniffed at the air and said,"Oh my, I think my bread is burning. I need to go take it out, will you two be alright for a moment alone?"
"Yes,the little boy practically yelled at her."I'm not a baby Maggie!"
Looking flustered and her face turning red the older woman quickly hurried away after giving Dean a tight-lipped smile.
"So, what do you want to know?"Jeff asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest and scowling.
"I was just wanting you to tell me everything you saw. It might assist me and my partner in finding the man who killed your friends."Dean replied.
"First of all, Dean, it wasn't a man. I've already told everyone that five hundred times, so for you to be a FBI agent, you sure don't know much. Secondly, those kids were not my friends. They were just who my parents have forced me to play with my whole life. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want them to die. They just weren't my type of people. Mom and dad said that we were pillars of the community though,and have to keep a good image, so I can't hang around my friends from school."
Jeff replied in a rude tone, then added,"I guess they'll have to let me now though, since all my fellow pillars are gone."
"Who are your friends at school Jeff, members of a cult?"Dean let slip out, chuckling , which caused him to once again start coughing.
"Ha, ha, very funny agent dumb ass."The boy said, sticking his tongue out at Dean.
"Do your parents know what a dirty little mouth their son has?"Dean asked.
"Does my dad really know you were coming to talk to me?"Jeff countered, smiling smugly when Dean frowned and saying."Didn't think so."
"Okay, maybe not, but I need to know a few things and you were an eyewitness, actually the only witness, so I told a little fib."Dean admitted.
"Okay, then ask away, but you better hurry because my dad comes home for lunch every day, and will be here in a half hour or so."Jeff said, leading Dean back outside, then sitting down on the steps.
Dean sat beside him, and asked."Will you tell me again what this thing that killed your friends looked like? I know you said that you've already told people five hundred times, but I wasn't one of them,so I need to hear it."
"Alright, it had on a long black coat, a black hat, kinda like a pilgrim wore. Know what I mean?"he asked. Dean nodded his head, and Jeff continued,"It did look like a man I suppose, but it didn't have any eyes, just big black holes where they should have been, and it looked really nasty, all pale and dirty. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, it had a really big knife that it used, more like a dagger really. Like one they use in horror movies when they're sacrificing a virgin or something."
Dean almost choked when the little boy said virgin, and looked at him in surprise.
"You're parents let you watch that kind of stuff?"he asked in disbelief.
"I can watch or do anything I want. They've always let me."Jeff replied with a shrug.
"Okay then. Tell me about what happened."Dean prompted."Where you were when it took place, and such."
"Deke's fishing lake."the boy replied without hesitation.
"I know that's where it happened last time, but what about others?"Dean asked.
"It happened there every time. Did you even read the police reports, dummy?"the boy asked sarcastically.
"Er..sure I did, I just forgot."Dean replied lamely.
"No wonder the FBI never catches anybody."Jeff commented, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever kid. So your parents let you go back and play there again? Knowing what had happened?"Dean asked, after blowing his nose.
"Uh, yeah. Our parent's are the ones who dropped us off. You don't think we walked all the way there, do you?"Jeff asked.
"Does that not seem a little strange to you Jeff? Your parents taking you to play where your friends have been murdered?"Dean asked, frowning.
"Of course it does."Jeff answered indignantly."I'm not stupid, you know."
" I met the little girl's mother at the lake yesterday, and she didn't really seem that shaken or upset by what had happened."Dean remarked.
"None of them do. Not even my dad, and he's the sheriff you know."Jeff replied a bit sadly.
"Yeah, I know. So, is there anything else you can think of that might be helpful?"Dean asked.
"No, not really."Jeff answered as they stood up."Wait, you know it has happened every three days, right?"he asked.
"Of course I know that."Dean replied, while thinking to himself, no I didn't know that.
"Then you know if it's going to happen again, that it will be tomorrow."Jeff said.
"It won't happen again."Dean said."I can assure you of that."
"I hope you're right, because I'm the only one left now."Jeff said, looking at Dean solemnly.
"I promise you I'm right Jeff."Dean replied."I just want you to promise me that you won't go anywhere near that lake, okay? No matter what anyone else says."
"You think my dad and the others have something to do with this don't you?"Jeff asked quietly, and Dean marveled at how mature the boy seemed for a ten year old.
"I'm not sure, but maybe."Dean answered truthfully, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and pad he kept there and wrote down his phone number at the Inn."If anything happens, call me at this number, okay?"he instructed, then quickly added his cell # to it."And if I or my brother..er..I mean my partner aren't there you can reach me on my cell. Don't hesitate to call, okay Jeff?"
"Okay, Dean."the boy replied, and he left, looking thoughtfully one last time at the little boy who was sitting alone on the steps as he pulled away.
Across town, Sam had uncovered a few surprises of his own. After Dean had dropped him at the police station, he had webt inside and found the young officer from the day before, but when he saw Sam he got a strange look on his face.
"Hey, remember me from yesterday?"Sam asked.
Looking around, the other man answered in a whisper,"Yeah, but I can't talk to you right now."
"What? Why not?"Sam asked, a perplexed look on his face."And why are we whispering?"
"So the sheriff or one of his minions won't hear us."the young man replied.
"Aren't you one of his minions?"Sam asked.
"Not this time."the man replied with a grim smile, then asked,"You know the cafe down the road called Annie's?" still speaking in a whisper.
"Yeah, I think so."Sam answered.
"Meet me there in half an hour if you want to talk. That's when Sheriff Martin goes on lunch so I should be able to sneak out unnoticed."the man said, and with a curt nod, walked away.
What was that all about? Sam wondered as he approached the desk where the same officer was manning it as yesterday.
"Can you tell sheriff Martin that I'm here to speak with him?"Sam asked.
"No."he replied quickly, not even looking at him.
"What?"Sam asked in surprise.
"I said no. Sheriff told me if you or your partner came by to tell you to back off, and he knows."the man replied haughtily.
Leaning in closer to the man, Sam lowered his voice to almost a whisper and asked,"He knows what?"
"Didn't say. All I know is that you are not welcome here. So get lost!"he replied angrily, his lip curling in a snarl.
"You can't talk to me like that."Sam retorted, playing up to the fact he was supposedly an FBI agent."Do you want to lose your job?"
"I'll worry about that problem when it arises."he replied calmly, then added,"And he's not here anyway, so you're wasting your time."
"I didn't see him leave, and his car was out front when I came in."Sam said, raising a eyebrow at the man.
"There is a back door genius. He got a call from his boy's babysitter and took off out the rear exit."the man said, with a smug grin, then walked into one of the rooms in the back, disappearing from Sams sight.
"Shit!"Sam exclaimed loudly, getting strange looks from the people standing around him in the sheriff's office, and smiling apologetically them, made a quick exit.
Hopefully Dean will be gone before he gets there.
There's nothing I can do anyway, because I don't have the car.
Looking at his watch, he saw almost half an hour had passed, and made his way to Annie's cafe to meet the officer.
He walked in and immediately saw the man sitting at the booth in the rear corner, and smiling at the waitress, made his way back and slid into the booth across from him.
"Well, here I am."Sam stated with a smile.
"Sorry about all the "Cloak and Dagger" type stuff, but I was asked not to discuss anything more about the case with you, actually it was more like I was ordered not to."the man said, smiling apologetically at Sam before continuing,"By the way my name is Ian Rutherford. I didn't get the chance to formally introduce myself yesterday."
"Okay Ian, so why exactly did the sheriff tell you not to talk to me anymore?"
"Because he doesn't want you to stop what's supposed to happen tomorrow."the man answered matter-of-factly.
"That definitely peaks my curiosity Ian, so what is supposed to happen tomorrow?"Sam asked.
"The Reverend is supposed to kill Jeffrey Martin, who will be the final sacrifice."Ian answered.
Sam spit out the tea he had just taken a drink of, and asked unbelievingly,"You mean Martin is going to let this Reverend kill his son?
"Yes."
"And I suppose he just offered this information up to you?"Sam asked sarcastically.
"No, it's not really a secret Mr. Winchester, at least not to town folk."Ian replied.
"The whole town knows?"Sam asked"And they've just stood around and let innocent children be killed?"
"Well, it's really been more of a town legend really. The story's been told for a long time, but up until now, that's all we'd thought it was, a story."Ian replied with a frown."But when the murders started we knew it was all true, especially when we found out it was the town leaders children."
"What is the story?"
"About a hundred or so years ago, this town was home to a group of settlers from England. Their leader was a man that was known as the Reverend, although I suppose he had a real name too. They lived here for many years, and the surrounding areas thought them to be peaceful.
Then a new family moved to the outskirts of the settlement, and they had a liitle boy who started paling around with some of the local boys. He was very fond of the town leader and always had great tales
to relate to his parents about him, for a while at least. One day the young children just started disappearing into thin air. Not all of them, but odd thing was, the ones who did vanish were all 10,also let me add that Cotton Ridge was a very abundant mining town, and the town people lacked for nothing, especially the town leaders."
Sam nodded, listening intently.
"Well, the boy, the one from the out-of-town family, comes home one night all upset and tells his parents he knows what's happened to the missing children. The mother automatically suggests taking the boy to the Reverend to tell him what he knows. The boy goes into hysterics at this point, screaming that they can't go to him, or any of the other town leaders because they already know what's going on. He then proceeded to tell them that the Reverend is the one who is killing the kids, and the children's parents are letting him do it, even bringing them to him themselves and watching as he kills them."Ian said emphatically.
"The boys parents knew their son well, and believed him, because he never lied. I know that's hard to believe, a child who always tells the truth, but apparently they held such faith in his words that they went to a neighboring town and found a group of people who were willing to accompany them to Cotton Ridge so they could confront the Reverend. A sort of lynch mob, I guess you could say, and the boy led them to where he had witnessed the Reverend murder a child, the area which
is now known as Deke's Fishing Lake, and sure enough, they found him, and several of the town council members there, in the process of watching the Reverend drain the blood from one of their children. They were too late to save the child, but they quickly overtook the Reverend, who swore he was doing nothing wrong, that it was for the good of the town. That the sacrifices from the Blood Harvest, as he called it,were making it prosperous, and that the children's parents had
agreed to him doing what he'd done, had actually offered them up at birth, knowingly permitting him to kill them when they reached the age of 10. He said that age was just right, when they were between being a child and hitting puberty. Needless to say, the mob didn't care what he, or the town council members had to say in his defense. All they knew was that there was dead children and he had done it. So, they first put his eyes out with a poker, then cut him open and hung him from a tree, just as he'd done to the kids, and let him bleed to death. Kinda poetic I suppose, the man dying the way he'd been killing."Ian said, laughing
bitterly.
"Okay, I get that they killed him and all, but how do we get that it's the same person committing these murders?"Sam asked.
"Story goes, one of the council members, who had been a devout follower of the Reverend, made a deal with the devil several years later, when the town had gone under, the mines totally empty. He and some of the other's offered in return for wealth and prosperity that every thirty years they would offer up seven of the town's children to be sacrificed, and I guess they got their wish, because the town suddenly sprung back up. And looking back in the history books, it's recorded that periodically throughout time, children have disappeared into thin air. Now it's happening again, and according to the legend's time line there is
only two more days for the last sacrifice of the "Blood Harvest" to be made."Ian concluded.
"Why has no one noticed this until now? Like other town's and such?"Sam asked sceptically.
"I think it's pretty easy to cover something up when the mayor and sheriff are involved don't you?"Ian asked in reply.
"If that's so, then why let it leak out now after keeping it hidden so long?"
"Times have changed Mr. Winchester, people don't see things the same now as they did before. So someone leaked it to the press."Ian answered with a shrug,"and in the majority of the town's defense, we thought it was an urban legend. After the last several weeks , I know differently, and want to stop it from happening again."
"You've come to the right person, Ian."Sam said solemnly."This type of thing is I and my partners specialty."
"Look Sam, I , and the sheriff, know that you and your partner aren't really FBI agents. He called in and asked about you yesterday, but I get the feeling that you can do something about this so I decided to confide in you, and will do what I can to help you, but you need to know that they do know what is going on, and have allowed it, so it's not going to be safe for you."Ian stated.
"Well, I'll be frank with you, I and my brother deal with this sort of thing all the time, I guess you could say it's our line of business, so we're more than prepared for anything that might happen, but an extra body would be greatly appreciated if you're really willing."Sam replied.
"You bet I am. Who knows, some day I might be sheriff, and I sure the hell ain't going to let some freak kill my kid just to insure that I have money."Ian said, with conviction.
At that moment Dean entered the door, carrying a bag from the pharmacy, and after being introduced to Ian sat down beside his brother, and they swapped stories.
"And I stopped by the old doctors office and after fussing at me for waiting so long to see someone, he informed me I have a bad case of the flu,and gave me a nice little prescription for some powerful drugs."Dean said, with a smile."No more sleepless nights for me."and gave a big sneeze, then added,"And another interesting
piece of info, the nurse at the doctors office, Becky, told me that hardly anyone is ever sick in Cotton Ridge. So I guess they get that thrown in as an extra treat for letting the freak kill their kids."
Dean reached across the table and grabbed a handful of the fries Sam had just received, and shoving them in his mouth said,"You really should make a point of visiting the doctor's office Sammy, it's worth it just to meet nurse Becky."raising his eyebrows up and down as he spoke."But, now that I think about it, you can meet her anyway, when I bring her to the Inn for a booty call."he added, triumphantly pulling a piece of paper from his coat, with her name and number written
on it.
"You are unbelievable."Sam said, shaking his head at his grinning brother."We're here to solve a case, not get booty calls! Does your mind stay in the gutter?"
"Dude, I can't believe you got Becky's digits."Ian said, looking at Dean almost reverently."She's like, only the hottest woman in town."
"What can I say? I'm a chick magnet."Dean replied, trying to sound modest, while shrugging.
"Oh give me a break, don't encourage him on Ian!"Sam exclaimed, rolling his eyes at his brother.
Hearing the door to the cafe open again, the group at the table looked up, and was surprised to see the sheriff walking purposefully towards them,a look of rage on his face.
He reached them and without saying a word, jerked Dean up from his seat.
"Whoa! Haven't you ever heard of police brutality there, Sheriff Martin?"Dean asked in a sarcastic tone, while smiling at him.
"What the hell gives you the right to talk to my son without my permission boy?"he replied angrily, shoving Dean roughly against the table.
"I think the better question is,what gives you the right to let some monster murder innocent children just so you can line your pockets?"Dean asked loudly, shoving the older man back just as roughly.
"I don't know what you're talking about you little bastard."the sheriff said loudly, looking nervously around the room to see who was listening."And I won't stand for some little lying punks who come to my town claiming to be something they're not, spreading such accusations around!"
"Please! Give me a break! You are the one who is lying, and these people know that! Do you really believe that everyone in Cotton Ridge are dumb asses? You have no leads, no suspects, and hell, the dead kids parents are walking around smiling, playing pinnuckle like nothings happened."Dean replied, incredulously, then leaned in closer, and added in a loud stage whisper,"Might want to tell them they should at least wait until their kids are buried to start throwing parties, Sheriff."
"That's it."the Sheriff exclaimed, then reared back and punched Dean, who fell up against the table, a stunned look on his face.
Sam jumped up and kneeled near his brother."Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Takes more than some old geezer landing a sucker punch to effect me."Dean replied, rubbing his chin and grinning.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"Sam asked angrily, walking slowly towards the sheriff, Ian rising from the table also to help Dean up, then they both stood behind Sam."Why would you willingly let children be slaughtered? You're the Sheriff, you're supposed to protect them, not aid in their murders."
"I'm warning the both of you, stay out of this, it doesn't concern you, and you,"he said, looking at Ian,"are fired. You're a disgrace to the force."
"Oh, go to hell."Ian replied shortly."You're the disgrace!"
"And if you try to harm a hair on your sons head, you better believe you're going to have to endure five times the amount of pain, you might inflict on him."Dean added, glaring at him.
"Once again, I'll say I don't know what you're talking about."he replied loudly, then lowering his voice to a whisper added,"consider this your final warning, leave town now, or you'll regret it. I promise you."and he turned and stalked out.
"We're ain't going nowhere, Smokey!"Dean yelled at his retreating back, thenAfter a moments silence said,"Well, that went well."sarcastically, rubbing his sore chin.
They payed for their drinks and food, then left the cafe, Ian joining them, and went back to their room at the inn.
"So what's the plan?"Ian asked.
Dean, who had flopped onto the bed as soon as they reached their room said,"You take this question Sam. I took my medicine and now my head feels disconnected from the rest of me."
"Well, we need to find out how to get rid of this Reverend, so I guess we need to go hit the books to try and find out ."Sam answered, then seeing Dean was about to fall asleep added,"You can sit the trip to the library out bro, so you can get some rest before the big finale that I know's coming."
"Thanks."Dean replied, ten minutes later Sam and Ian left, and he fell asleep.
Several hours later Dean was roused from his sleep by the shrill sound of the phone ringing, and groping around the night stand until locating it, picked the reciever up and said sleepily,"Hello?"
"Is this Dean?"a child's voice asked.
"Yeah."he replied groggily.
"It' s me Jeffrey Martin."the boy said, and Dean automatically popped to attention.
"Jeff. Hey buddy what's going on?"he asked with a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"My dad's taking me to the lake tonight Dean, and I'm scared."he answered ,crying softly.
"Hey, don't you worry Jeff. I'll head out there now and meet you, okay?"Dean asked in his most reassuring voice.
"Okay. You promise?"the boy asked, his voice shaky.
"Scouts honor. I told you I wouldn't let anything happen to you, didn't I?"he replied.
"Yeah, well I got to go cause he's coming."Jeff said, and Dean heard the click of the phone being laid down, and jumped from the bed, grabbing his coat, and headed out the door.
He said a prayer of thanks when he saw his car still in the parking lot. Sam and Ian had taken Ian's police cruiser to the library.
Dean briefly thought about how he should have left Sam a note saying where he'd went and how he shouldn't be going alone.
Oh well, no time to think about that now.
The sheriff lived fairly close to the lake, so Dean broke the speed limit, hoping to get to the lake before the man and his son did.
Arriving not thirty minutes later, Dean was dismayed to see the sheriffs police cruiser already parked there.
I'm too late, he thought sadly, but after exiting the car, he heard the sound of a child screaming, and quickly ran towards the area it had come from.
He was greeted by the sight of the Reverend standing over a cowering Jeff.
"Hey ugly."Dean said loudly, and was pleased when the dead man turned to face him."Get away from him!"he yelled, pulling the gun from his pocket that he'd got from the trunk of his car moments earlier.
Making a noise that sounded like a laugh, the thing turned it's attention back to Jeff, and Dean fired the gun, hitting the man with all three shots, but not effecting him in the least.
"Not good."he remarked aloud, and seeing the Reverend had the frightened child cornered, ran and grabbed the hand holding the knife.
"No Dean, get away!"the little boy yelled."It's a trap!
Struggling with the much stronger dead man, Dean yelled at Jeff, a confused look on his face," I don't care! Get out of here now! Run!"
"Oh how stupid you are."the sheriffs voice said as he emerged from the shadows."This is too easy."
"Dean! Listen to me! Get away from him! He's here to kill you, not me!"Jeff yelled in warning, but it came to late. His father grabbed him, and held him in place and all he could do was watch in horror as the scene unfolded in front of him.
Finally wrestling the thing to the ground, Dean was shocked when it pulled him down also, and before he could react, landed on top of it, and the knife sunk into his stomach, causing him to howl in pain.
The sheriff smiled smugly,released Jeff, and approached where the two lay on the ground.
The Reverend rose,jerked the knife from Deans stomach with a twist, and after turning his face in Jeff's direction to smile hideously at him, vanished.
Sheriff Martin stood over Dean, who was gasping and gripping his stomach.
"I warned you not to interfere boy, so now you have to face the consequences."he said, then grabbed the now unconscious Dean by the arms, dragging him to his police cruiser where he hefted him into the back seat, and slammed the door.
He turned back towards Jeff, who was now sobbing, and ordered him to get in the front seat.
They pulled out from the lake, leaving Deans parked car, and drove back to their house, where they were met by Jeffs mother in the driveway.
"Oh god! What have you done?"she exclaimed, seeing the crumpled form of Dean laying in the back seat.
The sheriff got out and walked around to the rear and opened the door as he answered,"I did what I had to do!" and hearing Dean moan, knew he had awakened, and taking his gun from its holster, pointed it at the injured man."Get out."
"Fuck you."Dean gasped out defiantly."Why don't you just go ahead and kill me?"
"I'm the sheriff boy, not a murderer."he replied.
Dean snorted at that.
"But, I might just become one if you don't do as I say!"the sheriff said angrily, and grabbed a shocked Jeff, pointing his gun at him."Now! Get! Out!"
"You won't kill him. He's your meal ticket."Dean grunted.
"Try me."he replied, and the look he had in his eyes convinced Dean, that the man would do it.
"Okay."Dean said, and slowly sat up, biting his lip against the wave of pain that passed through him so he wouldn't yell out.
He wasn't going to give this sadistic bastard the joy of hearing him do so.
He finally got out of the car and stood unsteadily against it, fighting back nausea as he tried to remain upright.
"Jean, go open the door to the cellar."the sheriff ordered, and his wife looking at him with frightened eyes, did as he instructed.
"Go!"he said to Dean, nudging him with his gun and Dean started walking unsteadily towards the open door.
They reached the cellar, and the man said,"Get down there."
Dean hesitated for a moment, looking at the dark tomb like cellar.
"What's the matter Agent? Scared of the dark?"the man asked snidely, and pushed Dean forward.
He managed to stay standing until he reached the bottom of the stairs, where he collapsed, gasping to his knees.
"Seems you've gotten yourself in quite a pickle doesn't it?"the sheriff asked, and laughing, slammed the door shut, leaving Dean alone with the darkness.
Deans last thought before losing consciousness, while gripping his bleeding stomach was, And I thought having the flu was bad.
Back in town, Sam and Ian arrived back at the Inn, and saw Dean was not in the bed where he'd been when they left.
"His car wasn't out front."Sam said quietly.
But where could he have gone?
TBC
Don't you love cliffhangers? R&R