Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, and I'm sorry it's taken so long to update. I honestly thought about discontinuing this story because I kinda lost my creative juices for a while on it, but then I thought about how much I hate in when someone does that, so even if I'm not getting much, the feedback I am getting is appreciated so I will continue. There are so many great Supernatural stories on the site now that it's hard to make one stand out anymore, but I shall try!
Michelle
Title:The Hunted
Author:Coleharley and Supernaturalandlostfan(the Michelle half)
Rating:R(mostly for language, but there's some bloody scenes as well)
Genre:Action/Drama/Angst
Characters:Dean,Sam,some OC's, and some bad ass monsters.
Summary:The were warned to not put their noses where they didn't belong. If only they had listened.
Authors note:We are huge fans of Dean and Sam whumping(mostly Dean though), so if you don't like to see one or both of them in peril, this story
is definitely not for you(But I do hope you read it)
Disclaimer:We do not own anything to do with Supernatural
The Hunted
CH.4
It was the next morning, and Sam was sitting beside Dean on the ground, trying to make him drink water that Malik had provided, but he was not cooperating in the least, knocking his brothers hand away and telling him to leave him alone, that he didn't want any damn water.
"I don't care if you want it or not Dean, you need it, so you're going to drink it."Sam said trying to control the anger and annoyance he was starting to feel towards his brother not even trying to help himself in the least.
Normally he would have thought it odd how angry and resentful he'd started feeling towards Dean throughout the night, but his brother's childish behavior was fueling the fire even more now, so he chose to ignore the tickling of his conscience, as he fingered the claw marks on his face.
"Why can't you just leave me alone Sam?"Dean asked, and turned on his side facing away from his brother, and wrapped his arms around himself, shivering even though it was warm.
Sam took a deep breath and stood up saying,"You know what? Fine, you want me to leave you alone? I will. I was up all night with you, even though I did get hurt myself, but I guess you haven't thought about that have you? Now your telling me to leave you alone when I'm just trying to make sure you don't dehydrate? You may be the older of us physically Dean, but mentally you're the baby of the family. The unappreciative baby!"and threw down the water, stalking to where Malik stood.
"What?"Sam snapped, feeling Malik staring at him.
"Do you not think that maybe you overreacted just now?"the man asked bluntly.
"No, I don't. I have been doing all I can for him, and he can't drink some damn water when I ask?"
"He is sick Sam. Maybe he feels that he can't drink the water."Malik said in reply, looking at him strangely.
"He could drink the water if he wanted. He just enjoys acting like a damn child. I don't want to talk about this right now."Sam said, and asked quickly before the man could try and press him into it further,"What's the plan? How are we going to get out of this place? I know you guys said you haven't been able to find an exit, but we all got in here somehow, and if there's a way in, there's a way out."
"There is one direction that we have been unable to access."the man replied, and pointed his arm the way he spoke of."Every time we have more into the south western region of the forest, the creatures have attacked before we could go any further."
"Well, that must mean that there's something there that they don't want you to find. Like the way out."Sam said, looking towards where he pointed."So what are we waiting for? Let's go."
"Sam, that way is very rough and with your brother being in his current condition, I do not think he could make it through there." Malik replied.
"He'll just have to get his ass up and try anyway. Should we all die just because of him? I don't think so."Sam replied casually.
Shocked at the young mans words and uncaring attitude towards his brother, who only yesterday he had been willing to risk everything for, Malik moved towards him, and asked, "Are you feeling okay Sam?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" he replied huffily.
"You are acting strangely. Tell me, when the creature attacked you yesterday, did it bite you?" he asked.
"No, it didn't bite me, and how do you know if I'm acting strange or not? You've known me what, one whole day?"
"Did it do this?"Malik asked, touching the left side of Sam's face where he'd been scratched the day before.
"No, I did it with my own fingernails. I like to keep them nice and long."he replied sarcastically, then added," Of Course it did that , and don't touch me."Sam snarled, jerking away from the other man.
"Just as I feared, it has released some type of anger stimulant into your system through it's scratch marks."the black man said, more to himself than Sam.
He should have thought about this yesterday, right after the run in with the creatures, but he had been too distracted by trying to find a safe place for them to camp to look over the boys wounds as carefully as he should have. Not that he had any real proof that this was the reason for his odd behavior, but thinking back, when one of the other's who had been used in this perverse game had been attacked by the female creature, he had started acting strangely also, but he hadn't lived long enough after that for Malik to put much thought into it, but it did make sense. What better way to insure that even if they were able to fend off the creatures at first, that they would still ultimately fail in their fight for survival, than to turn them against one another. No one had actually lived long enough to exhibit the symptoms afterwards though. Until now that is.
It must only be something the female creature could do though, since the older brother had been attacked by the panther man long before his brother's run in with the female, and he showed no effects from it other than the obvious ones. No wonder the other one had ran to her aid so quickly.
"Are we going or not?"Sam interrupted his thoughts, pacing in front of the man.
"Sam, you need to listen to me. That thing you fought with yesterday has done something to you."Malik said, putting his hands on Sam's shoulder's and stopping his pacing." You would never react the way you did to your brother if it hadn't."
"All I did was tell him the truth. He needs to grow up and take it like a man, like a Winchester." Sam said, walking over to where his brother now sat, propped against a tree, staring solemnly at him. "What do you think daddy would say about you now Dean? I'm the one who beat off one of them and not you. Little Sam beat the big bad, not the lapdog foot soldier Dean."
"Shut up Sam."Dean said, anger barely held in check on his pale face.
"Or you'll do what if I don't Dean? Bleed on me?" Sam replied , snickering snidely."Please,O Great Macho one,
don't use your superior fighting skills and intellect against me." he added tauntingly."Oh wait, you have no intellect. I bet you can't even spell the word can you? My bad."
"Look Sam, since I know that this isn't you talking, I'll ignore what you just said, but get out of my face before I change my mind." Dean said in a low voice, and even though he was badly injured, Malik could tell from the dangerous glint in his eyes that he would try and make good his threat if Sam didn't do as he asked, which by the looks of things he had no intention of doing.
"Hey, we're getting a free show. This is better then television."John said, walking up to stand beside Malik, a grin on his face. "Looks like little brother's finally come to his senses."
"I do not wish to hear anything you have to say." he replied, giving the lawyer a look of disgust as he walked towards the brothers, ready to intervene before things got too out of hand.
"Hey, I don't see why you're mad at me. He's the one trying to pick a fight with his dying brother."John said, a unseen look of hurt on his face as he spoke to the other man's back, followed by a shrug as he turned his attention back to the soap opera taking place, saying,"Oh well, I swear I'd rather be trapped her with a bunch of PMS'ing women than this bunch."
"Are you threatening me Dean? Because it sounds to me like you are, and I really don't think you're in any position to be doing so right now. Not when we could all just go off and leave you for the panther man to finish off and use for a chew toy. You don't want that to happen, now do you?" Sam said, frowning at him with a mock look of concern, as he added." Super Dean couldn't exactly fend for himself now could he?"
"That's it Sam."Dean said, struggling to a standing position."I'll be damned if my little punk ass brother is going to talk to me like that." and moved shakily towards him, fists clenched at his sides, anger temporarily blocking out the pain he should have been feeling.
"Oh I'm scared now."Sam said with a snort, then laughing at Dean, shoved him hard, easily knocking him to the ground, where he landed with a grunt of pain, clutching his stomach. "Did I give Dean another boo boo?"
"Stop this now!" Malik demanded, jerking Sam around to face him."You are hurting your own brother Sam, and though you may not now, I promise you that you'll regret doing so later when whatever that thing did to you wears off."
"Whatever, and you know what? I'm going to go find the way out of here,and I'm leaving now. With or without you, because I for one have no intentions of staying here like a sitting duck, waiting to be attacked again. So catch you later, and if I don't see you again Dean, just let me say it's been a real displeasure hanging with you these last few months." and started walking off.
"It isn't safe for you to go off along Sam."Malik said, trying to reason with him."Those things can kill you in a minute."
"That's a chance that I'm more than willing to take if it means I can get out of here."he replied, not turning around.
"Go with him."Malik heard Dean say, and turned towards him, seeing he was directing these words to him.
"We will not leave you here to die Dean, and even if you don't realize it, Sam means nothing that he is saying."
"I'll stay here with him."John chimed in, smiling at Malik."You two find the way out, then come back for us."
"Do you really want to do that?" Malik asked suspiciously.
"I haven't exactly been carrying my load unless you haven't noticed. So lets just say this is my opportunity to make up
for it."he replied with a sincere smile.
"Very well then, but keep a close eye out for the creatures, and be sure to change his bandage every so often. The strips are right over there."
"Gotcha, not a problem Malik."
"Ok, well I must go and catch up with Sam, but we will be back soon. I promise you."he said, meeting Dean's eyes as he spoke the last part.
Dean nodded, and with a last suspicious glance at John, Malik walked quickly to catch Sam.
He hated leaving the young man with John, who he trusted no further than he could throw him, but what choice did he really have. Sam would never make it on his own.
Watching him walk away, John smiled slyly thinking, maybe I can work out a deal with those things if they show up, after all I am a lawyer, a smooth talking one at that.
He would just have to give them a little bribing offer.
With these thoughts in his mind, he turned back towards the bleeding young man who he'd said he would stay with and help, thinking,
You'll make the perfect offering.
TBC
Coming up: Sam begins to realize what he'd said and done to Dean as the drug in him wears off. Will he fet the chance to apologize? John tries to make a deal. Also a character death.
R&R!