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Once again, I don't own anything but the story… and that creature, which I don't know what to call… -shifty eyes- I'll come up with something… lol, here's part dos!
Rescue Me
Chapter I
Dean was worried; Sam had been off on his little excursion for a long time now, and he hadn't made any contact. Dean had tried to call his brother's cell phone repeatedly, but every time he got the voice mail. He wanted to believe that he'd just gotten too wrapped up in something… that he simply forgot to call… but that was too unlike Sam. He shouldn't have let him go out alone; he should have gone with. Sam had insisted that he would be fine, and Dean believed him. It was just, there were so many odd disappearances lately… no. Don't think like that. Sam was fine. He always was the more careful out of the pair. He would be just fine. One last try… Dean would give Sam's phone one last try.
Flipping his phone open, Dean punched in the phone number. It rang several times, and he was about to hang up, when it clicked. He could hear breathing.
"Sam? Sammy? Dude, are you okay?"
There was some shuffling on the other line, and Dean cold hear a groan.
"Sammy boy? What's going on?"
He could faintly hear his name spoken on the other line, followed by more shuffling, and a low growling noise, "Do you love him?"
Dean blinked and listened carefully, "Excuse me?"
"Sam. Do you love him?" The voice was deep and sort of hissy… definitely not Sam's.
"Who are you? And what have you done to my brother!" Dean screamed into the mouthpiece.
There was heavy breathing, followed by the voice, "You haven't answered my question."
"Of course I do! What kind of question is that?" Dean was frustrated beyond belief. Who would be sick enough to play this sort of game?
"Then you better hurry."
There was a scream of bloody murder, and the phone line went dead. Dean continued to yell in it, "Sam? SAM!" He swore loudly, slammed his cell phone shut, and threw it against the far wall. The battery separated, and slid under the dresser. Dean fell back on the bed behind him, "Sam… where are you?"
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Sam awoke in pain once again. His neck throbbed from several giant bruises and scrapes where the creature had gripped him. When his vision cleared up, he noticed that he was no longer in the same room he'd been in before, and that he was more restrained. His arms were strung out to the sides and chained to the wall behind him. He was weak in the knees, and nearly lost his balance several times. He found it difficult to breathe, and he felt queasy once again. That sickening, rotten flesh smell was back, and it seemed to be stronger now. Peering around the room, he took special note of the objects within it. There was a small coal stove in the far left corner, which seemed to be pumping out a substantial amount of heat; a metal table was in the center of the room, with assorted chains hanging over the sides; and the source of the smell wasn't too far away. About six feet to his right, there sat a partially rotted skeleton. Seeing it, Sam gagged. It appeared as if layers of its flesh were ripped from it before it died, and its jaw was hanging on by a few threads of the muscle that still remained. There was also a pile of bones in the corner that looked rather… fresh.
He turned his head to the other side to see that the door was slightly cracked open. A way out. Sam had finally found a way out. He took a step forward and his knees gave out completely. He stumbled and would've fallen on his face, had his wrists not been chained up. It took a lot of work to get himself upright, and once he did, he felt like falling over and dying. Hearing footsteps, Sam raised his head and looked towards the doorway. He was just in time to see the creature lumbering in. In its right hand, it held Sam's bag, dragging it along the floor. It brought the bag over before Sam and started going through it. His cell phone fell out and slid across the stone floor. Sam watched it slip out of his reach and groaned. Maybe if he used his foot, he could reach it; the thing was too busy digging through his other things to even notice. Swallowing hard, he slowly inched his way over as far as he could go. Sliding his foot over, he managed to only bump the cell phone and knock it even further away. He hung his head and gave up.
Suddenly, it rang.
Sam's head shot up with such velocity, he smacked it off of the wall behind him. He let out a yelp of pain, and felt quite dizzy and lightheaded once again. The creature picked it up and flipped it open. It started breathing into it, not quite knowing what to make of the cellular telephone. It held it out to Sam.
"Sam? Sammy? Dude, are you okay?"
Sam tried to yell out Dean's name, but his voice gave out. All he managed was a faint whisper. He groaned as the creature pulled it away.
"Sammy boy? What's going on?"
"Do you love him?" It hissed.
"Excuse me?"
Who asks that?
"Sam. Do you love him?"
"Who are you? And what have you done to my brother!" Dean was screaming now. Oh yeah, he was mad.
There was a pause in conversation before it continued, "You haven't answered my question."
"Of course I do! What kind of question is that?" Still yelling.
"Then you better hurry."
Sam watched as the creature removed his blade from the bag. It jabbed the blade with extreme force into Sam's left shoulder. His voice suddenly returning, Sam let out a loud, blood-curdling scream that echoed throughout the whole basement. It closed his phone, and gave a smirk that shone all of its fangs. Throwing the cell across the room, and then wandered over to the stove. Pulling open the door on the front, he grabbed a poker and stuck the end of it in the hot flames. Sam swiveled his head to his shoulder and watched as blood ran from the wound, and dripped onto the ground. Hm. That's pleasant. He thought to himself. Yeah… this was turning out to be a wonderful day.
He glanced up in time to see the demon-thing meandering back over, red-hot poker in hand. Sam watched as it put the poker up to his face. He could feel the heat radiating from it, and he grimaced. Squeezing his eyes shut, he braced himself for the pain that would come. When he didn't feel anything, he opened one eye and noted that it was staring at him.
"He's not coming."
Sam blinked, "Wh-what?"
"Your brother. He's not coming. He doesn't care."
"Yes he does!" Sam yelled into its face, "He does too care!"
It shrugged and gripped the blade in Sam's shoulder and twisted it about a bit. Sam ground his teeth together and clenched his hands into tight fists. It yanked out the razor and sliced open Sam's dark blue tee shirt. It took the poker, still burning hot, and pressed it onto Sam's bare chest. His efforts to keep from screaming proved fruitless, as the pain was too much for his body to handle. He screamed once again, which only made the poker get pushed in harder. Sam felt an unbelievable pain on his chest, and he felt as if his sternum was going to shatter in a million pieces. Where was Dean?
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