Sorry it took me so long, I was super busy. But, my busyness paid off. If anyone cares to know, my volleyball team is going to the Fraser Valleys, and I am on the starting line! Read, review, be merry.- Heather XOXO
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All that Dean could see when he roused were blurs. Everything that would be solid to anyone else was an insignificant blur to him. Fuzzy black dots obscured his vision, and he was faintly aware of a dull throbbing at the back of his head.
"Hmmm?" Dean mumbled, completely disoriented. He raised his hand and put it to his head. When he withdrew, he found that his hand was smeared with scarlet blood. "Shit…" He said, feeling his head again. He jerked his hand away and swiveled his head around, as though he was looking for something that he had just remembered.
Dean realized that he was in a small room, possibly a cellar or large closet. His hands and feet were tied together with thick cords of rope, and he was chained by a clamp around his ankle to a steel loop that stuck out of the cement wall.
"Sam?" Dean called anxiously, shaking his head to clear his vision. "Sam?" Dean saw his brother in the same situation, except for one tiny but possibly dangerous detail. Sam was still unconscious.
Little beads of sweat rolled down Dean's forehead as he wriggled around frantically, trying his hardest to undo his bonds. He had to get to his babybrother. It was his job to protect him, and he had, hehad tried his hardest to do so, but it was becoming more and more difficult, what with Sam first going off toStanford and then all of the accidents and injuries that came with hunting.With one final squirm the cords around his wrists fell away, and Dean quickly untied the ropes that held together his feet.
With a grunt he stood and stepped towards his seemingly comatose baby brother, but was yanked back. "What the…" He muttered, glancing down at his left foot, which was still being held captive by a large iron handcuff.
Dean bent down and inspected the chain. "Oh, god, this is so 'Saw'." He pulled on the chain as hard as he could, but to no avail. He looked around the basement as though he were expecting to find a tape recorder or a rusty old saw somewhere.
He cocked his head as he heard footsteps that grew louder as though they were coming towards him. Dean looked over at Sam to see if he were still unconscious.
The door to the miniscule room squeaked open and two women entered, their heads down.
"Why hello there, Mr. McKinley. Or should I call you Mr. Winchester?" The first woman raised her head, and Dean could get a clear view of who it was, as did the second woman.
"Mrs. Hannigan. I would ask if I could help you with something, but you're the one who chained me to the wall of your basement." Dean said, unable to keep his everpresent sarcasm from creeping into his words.
"Hello Dean." Melanie said. She bent down beside Sam and brushed the unruly dark hair off of his forehead. She caressed his cheek and Dean grimaced.
"Don't touch him." Dean snarled at Melanie, tugging fruitlessly on his chain.
"Have it your way." Melanie laughed and went to stand beside Mrs. Hannigan. "I suppose that you are wondering why my mom… I mean, Mrs. Hannigan and I knocked you out and chained you up in our cellar?"
"Mrs. Hannigan is your mother?" Dean asked incredulously.
"Yes. You and your brother know all there is to know about ghosts and spirits, but you couldn'tsee the family resemblance? Some snoops you are.Would you like to know the story?" Melanie inquired, wetting and then pursing her full red lips.
"Well, considering I'm chained to your wall and can't move anywhere, I guess I have no choice in the matter, do I?" Dean growled.
"Well, I'll try and make this long story short. You and your brother came here hunting the Heart Snatcher. Or William Friedmont, an ancestorof ours. You see, I am my mothers firstborn from her first husband, Marshall Friedmont." Melanie explained.
"And what do you have to do with the Heart Snatcher spirit?" Dean asked, throwing his still out cold brother a concerned glance.
"Well, since we are Will Friedmont's only living ancestors, we control it. We can set him to tear the heart out of anyone we want." Mrs. Hannigan smiled evilly.
"And its first human victims are going to beyou and your brother." Melanie finished. She pulled an old looking book out of her coat pocket andshe flipped it open to a dog eared page near the end and began reading aloud strange words in a different language, that Dean thought he recognized as latin. When she was done, she snapped the book shut with a flourish and put it back in her pocket.
"I hope you have fun in your last few hours alive." Mrs. Hannigan smirked. "You have till sunrise."
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