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Title:The Hunted II: Finding Dean
Rating:Pg-13
Genre:Drama/Angst/General
Characters:Sam,Dean,OC's
Summary:After feeling he was to blame for all the bad things that have happened recently, Dean has done what he thinks is for the best and removed himself from his brothers life. Now Sam has to solve his biggest case yet. Finding his brother before it's too late.
Disclaimer:Don't own anything "Supernatural"
The Hunted II: Finding Dean
Ch.2
Dean woke up on a small bed, in what looked to be a child's bedroom. He sat up slowly, rubbing his head where he'd been hit,muttering,"You just had to hitchhike didn't you? Didn't think about the fact that you might be picked up by some damn psycho."
He stood up, swaying slightly, and immediately felt the urge to throw up again, but forced it back and walked towards the door leading out of the room, grabbed the handle and twisted. Surprised to find it was not locked, he quickly pulled it open.
"Shit, shit, shit!"he said loudly. No reason to lock the door when there's another one made out of bars on the outside of it is there? He was locked into a frickin' kids room , well more like a jail cell, but with dolls and tea sets. Who the hell would have a room like this in their house anyway?
"Hey! Let me out of this damn room!"he yelled angrily."What's going on? Hellooooo, am I talking to myself here?"
"You will watch that filthy mouth young man."A dark haired woman said, appearing from around the corner."There's a child here, and that kind of talk will not be tolerated."she finished, glaring at him angrily. It was the woman from the picture, the wife.
"Well pardon me ma'am, but your husband did knock me over the head and lock me in this room. So I think I have every damn right to say whatever I please."he said with a sneer in reply."And you do know it's against the fucking law to kidnap people don't you? So let me out of here now!"
"Dear, it's only against the law if someone reports it. Is there anyone traveling with you to report it?"she asked with a smug look on her face.
"What do you want with me?"Dean asked in reply, realizing that she was right, there was no one to report anything, he was screwed."Are you and Mr. Crazy going to kill me? If so, get it over with you psycho bitch."he knew pissing her off wasn't the wisest thing to do, but didn't really care
at this point.
"Didn't I tell you not to say those ugly words?"she asked in a motherly corrective tone. "Now we have no choice but to punish you. You know what the bible says, spare the rod, spoil the child."
"Punish me? Heh, that's funny. You're not going to do shit to me. Give it a try though, and see what happens . One way or another I'm getting out of here."Dean said, a smirk on his face. He might be sick, but he'd be damned if he couldn't take a middle-aged out of shape woman.
"You're right, I'm not going to do anything to you."she said with a smile, then turned her head and
yelled out,"Becky, Come meet the new friend your father brought home for you to play with sweetie."
A second later, Dean heard the sound of someone hopping down the hall, then saw the child from the picture appear beside her mother, still wearing the same mask she'd had on in it.
"Becky dear, you know how me and daddy do not allow ugly words in this house? Well your new friend here refuses to behave and do as I ask. He's already cursed three times, and it's making mommy very sad. He even called me a bad name."her mother said."Would you like to go in and spend some time with him, and help make him understand that he will not be permitted to say any more ugly words?"
The girl nodded her head, but remained silent.
This is getting weirder by the moment, Dean thought, she's sending in a little kid to punish me?
Nobody in this family is playing with a full deck it seemed.
The mother reached into her pocket and pulled out the key to the door, pushing it open just enough so the girl could squeeze into the room.
At this opportunity, Dean quickly tried to push the door open, but was stopped by the girl grabbing him from behind, throwing his against the wall.
"Thank you baby."the mother said, then after locking the door back , walked off, leaving Dean alone with the bionic kid.
"Whoa, someone's been eating their wheaties, or taking steroids one."Dean said aloud, slowly getting up from off the floor.
She started walking towards him, and for the first time in his life, he found himself feeling intimidated by a four foot tall child. He wasn't sure why, but he was.
"Hey there cutie,."he said with a strained smile trying to sound as calm as possible.
No answer came. She just continued towards him until finally, she stood in front of him.
It's a little girl Dean. Are you that much of a pussy now that you can't handle a kid? And she was a female, and there's never been a female you couldn't sweet talk. Well except that one in Florida, but she was a special case, there was also that other one in Texas when he was hunting down a succubus demon, and...Oh, what does it matter, this is a little girl, so this should be easy as pie.
"My names Dean. I really think we got off on the wrong foot Becky. That's your name right?"he asked with a friendly smile, and she tipped her head to the side, but still said nothing.
"Cat got your tongue?"he asked, feeling more unnerved by the second. The mask she wore looked like one of those china doll faces, and the more he looked at it, the more it freaked him out.
"You called mommy a bad name."she said, finally speaking, her voice slightly muffled by the mask on her face, but not so much that Dean didn't notice she sounded nothing at all like a child should. It was too deep and gravelly to be a child's.
"Yes, I know, but see, your mommy and daddy have me locked up in this room, and that's bad. And when someone does something bad to me, it makes me talk ugly. So how's about you run along back out into the hall there and tell mommy she needs to quit being bad, and let the nice man go."he suggested in a hopeful tone.
Her only response was a deep noise that sounded something like a growl.
"Oh, don't think that's a good idea do you?"he asked, and then thought to himself,Why am I even trying to explain myself to a frickin kid. This was all really starting to get old quick, not to mention he once again felt the familiar nauseas feeling."Well, are you just going to stand there like that all day?"he asked finally when she didn't move or speak again."And what's up with that stupid mask?"he couldn't stop himself from asking.
A second later, he immediately regretted asking this, because for one, it obviously made the girl angry because she reached up and pushed him hard against the wall with the force of a Mack Truck(maybe not really a mack truck,but it seemed it to him at the moment), and two, she reached up and took the mask off.
"What the fuck?"Dean asked, a mixture of repulsion and surprise on his face when he saw what was beneath the mask.
This was no little girl, at least not anymore. It was something with a face that looked like a rotting corpse with long blond hair.
"You made my mommy sad, so even though you're my new best friend, I have to punish you."it said, and walked slowly towards where he sat leaning against the wall."We're going to have so much fun together Dean. I always wanted a brother." and at this point it had reached him, and knelt down, putting it's face directly in front of his.
He then got over the shock he felt, and tried to push her away, but as he'd already discovered, this was no child, and in his weakened state, he was no match for it, and could only stare wide-eyed as it grabbed him by the throat and opened its mouth, revealing two rows of needle sharp teeth, and before he could say anything, bit him on his shoulder.
He screamed in pain as it released it's hold, letting him fall to the floor, and picked the mask up from where it had been tossed aside to and pulled it back on.
"Now, no more bad words Dean."she said just as her father appeared at the barred door.
"Oh, I see you two have gotten acquainted."he said with a smile as he unlocked the door and walked in."Well come along now sweetie, mommy has dinner ready. She fixed your favorite mac and cheese."he said, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Okay daddy. I'll be back to play some more later Dean."she said, and turned around, skipping out of the door.
"Isn't she darling?"the man asked staring after her fondly.
In reply Dean finally did what he could no longer hold back from doing, holding his throbbing, bleeding shoulder, he threw up.
(Sam P.O.V.)
Sam sat straight up in the bed, letting out a strangled yell.
"Oh god, Dean."he said, taking deep breaths to try and calm his pounding heart.
"Sam, are you alright baby? Why were you yelling?"Missouri said, walking quickly into the room, a look of concern on her face.
"No, I'm not alright."he replied, looking at her with wet, frightened eyes."I saw him. I saw Dean. There was this girl with a mask on, only it wasn't really a girl. It was some kind of monster, and it bit him. It fucking bit a hunk out of his shoulder Missouri."
"Maybe you were just dreaming Sam."she said in a soothing tone, even though she didn't believe the words she said anymore than he did.
"No, I wasn't. It was him. I was seeing what he was, and I have to go find him now."he replied, getting up and pulling his shoes on quickly.
"You don't know that for sure, and even if it was real, you don't even know where to start looking for him."she said.
"Yes I do."he replied, his eyes meeting hers."You're not the only one who's psychic."he added when she looked at him speculatively.
"Ok , what are you waiting for then?"she asked with a smile."Get your butt out of here and find him.".
"Thanks for everything."he said quickly, giving her a hug when they reached the front door.
"I didn't do anything for you to be thanking me for."she said, hugging him in return."Now scoot."she added, swatting at him after they finished the hug, and closed the door after he left, walked over and picked up the phone, dialed a number and waited till the person answered on the third ring, not even giving them a chance to say hello before she started talking.
"I have a bone to pick with you John Winchester...
Sam drove down the highway, going way over the speed limit, but not caring in the least.
Two words kept flashing through his mind.
"Derry, Maine."he said aloud, that's where Dean is. He knew this without a doubt, and he was going to find the place soon. He just hoped when he got there that it wouldn't be too late.
Tbc
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