Hi People! Thanks for all the reviews and I hope ya'll like this chapter too. It's going to jump a little back and forth time wise for each brother, but I'll try and keep it where it won't be confusing.
Michelle
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.3
Sam had finally located Derry, Maine after driving for over 13 hours straight, but upon reaching his destination found out that just because you know what town someone is in, doesn't mean you're going to find them. Especially when the inhabitants apparently didn't care for outsiders and proved to be the most uncooperative bunch of assholes he'd ever met..
He'd already struck out once when he'd went to the local police office. The first officer he'd encountered had seemed willing enough to help at first when he'd said his brother was missing, but when he'd asked about any families having a child with a deformity such as the one he'd seen in his dream, the officer behind the desk had clammed up, his total demeanor changing as he said he knew of no such family in those parts. It didn't take a psychic to know he was very clearly lying out of his teeth. He wouldn't even look him in the eyes as he said this. An angered Sam had then asked to speak to the chief of police, and the man had not hesitated to go and get him, telling Sam to have a seat in the waiting area.
Almost 10 minutes later a middle-aged man with a red face and large beer belly had come out and introduced himself as Chief Palmer, ignoring Sam's outstretched hand as he asked bluntly,"Now what can I do for you?"before Sam had even been able to tell him his own name.
"Sir, I have reason to believe my brother Dean has been kidnapped by one of the families in your town."
"Oh really? And just what makes you think that?"he'd asked, a barely concealed look of humor on his face.
"I...well, I just know, okay."Sam had answered, having decided it was best not to tell the man he'd seen it in a dream. No doubt he would have called out the paddy wagon for him if he had."I asked your deputy if he knew of a family that had a deformed daughter around these parts, and he said no, but I'm sure you being the Chief and all, would know all the inhabitants of your town."
"That's right. I do, and there is no such family here. I can assure you of that."
Once again, he could see that the sheriff was lying to him also.
"Well thanks for your time sir."he said as politely as he could be considering the circumstances, and started towards the exit, knowing talking further to this man would be a waste of time.
Time Dean could very well not have.
"Hey, what's your name boy?"the man asked, and Sam stopped mid-step and turned back to face him.
"Sam, Sam Winchester."he replied, seeing no reason to use one of his many aliases.
"Well listen to me closely Sam Winchester when I tell you this, do not go sticking your nose somewhere it doesn't belong. For your own sake."the sheriff said evenly.
"Are you threatening me?"Sam had asked, an incredulous look on his face.
"Oh no, it's not a threat Mr. Winchester. Not at all."he'd replied."So just keep it in mind, and I do hope you enjoy your short stay in our little town."
Sam left then,feeling it best not to punch the man in his big gut as his instincts had told him to do, and sitting down on a bench outside, took a moment to get his thoughts in order.
He couldn't believe the man had actually threatened him. That just solidified the fact that he was hiding something. The only questions were why and what.
He got up after deciding his next course of action.
Seeing the town library across the street, he jogged over and went inside, hoping that whoever was in there might be a little more willing to help."Excuse me ma'am?" Sam said, clearing his throat as he approached the elderly woman who was behind the desk.
If anyone knew about town history and if such a child lived here, it would surely be the librarian, right? Okay, maybe not Sam thought, but it was worth a try, and he didn't really have a whole lot of great ideas at the moment. Dean was the one who usually came up with how to obtain what information they needed.
Yeah, but Dean's not here now is he Sam, so figure it out on your own.
Oh come on Sam, if Dean can charm the women so easily, then you surely will have no problem with one little old lady.
"Yes, young man?"the old woman asked, looking over the top of her glasses, that were perched precariously on the tip of her nose, at him.
"Hi, Mrs umm...Dithmore."he said with a big smile, leaning closer to read her name tag."I was wondering if, you working here in the library and all, and surely being knowledgeable about everything in your town, might be willing to help me with some information."
"Well sure I will young man. I might not be able to help you, but I will try my best."she said with a open, friendly smile. She even seemed a little eager.
"Well ma'am, my name is Sam by the way, my brother recently passed through your lovely town here while working, and I haven't heard from him in a while, so I thought I might pay a visit to the place he was staying and see if they have any information on him, but since he failed to tell me the name of the family, I am in quite a conundrum."he said, rolling his eyes at his words, and putting a friendly hand on the old woman's arm.
"Yes, that would make it hard to find them wouldn't it?" she asked with a girlish giggle."But without a name, how would you expect even me to know who they are?"
"Well, he, my brother Dean, told me that the family's child suffered from a rare illness, and I thought maybe,just by that, you'd know who I'm speaking of, being so knowledgeable and all." he said, once again, beaming at the woman.
"What sort of illness does this child have Sam?"she asked, ready to go through her mental roll-a-dex of all the towns inhabitants.
"Well they, she actually, has a type of deformity I guess it is. I'm not sure the medical term for it."he said, squinching his face in thought. He seriously doubted there was a medical term for it to be honest.
"Go on."she urged.
"It's a illness of the face region. She kinda looks like an um...older person."he said hesitantly. Trying to think of a good way to word it was a hard job.
"An older person? The girl looks like an older person?"she asked, a confused look on her wrinkled face.
"Well, maybe older than an older person."he added after a pause, then remembering suddenly added,"she wears a mask to cover it up,and..."
"Sorry, I can't help you. I know of no such child here."the woman said sharply, cutting him off with her words.
Great, here we go again, he thought with a frown.
"Are you sure? I know he told me that it was this town, so maybe you could think on it a little more."
"I said there's no one living here like that. Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do. So good day."she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, and looked back down at the romance novel she'd been reading when he entered.
"Yeah, good day to you too."he said sarcastically, and stalked out of the library, muttering,"Stupid old
lying bag."under his breath.
"I heard that!" she said loudly after him as he was closing the door, causing him to jump in surprise, then say,"Good." with a defiant glare as he closed the door and found himself on the sidewalk once again.
"Guess it's back to square one. Can't even get an old lady to tell me anything. How pathetic."he said aloud,kicking angrily at a rock laying on the sidewalk, and then decided he might as well go get a room for the night since it appeared he'd be here for a while, and started walking back towards the car.
"Hey."a voice said in a loud whisper,and he stopped walking, looking all around to see who had spoken.
"Hello?"he asked, unable to locate a body to go with the whisper, beginning to think that maybe he'd imagined it.
"Over here."the voice said from somewhere off to the left, and he looked in that direction, and finally saw who had spoken.
It was an old white haired man who was sitting on one of the streets many benches, holding a newspaper up in front of his face, peering around it at Sam.
"Are you talking to me sir?"Sam asked.
"Do you see anyone else around?"the man asked in reply.
"No."Sam answered.
"Then I must be talking to you, right?"he asked in a whisper.
"Yes, I guess so, but why are you whispering?"Sam asked.
"I don't want anyone to hear me genius, why else would I be whispering?"he replied sarcastically, shaking his head at what appeared to him as Sam's apparent dumbness.
"Hear you what?"
"Talking to you."
"Why?"
"Look, I heard you asking Lillith about that girl."he said in reply, giving Sam a look of exasperation.
"Lillith?"
"The librarian boy, Mrs. Dithmore? The stupid old lying bag."he whispered.
"Oh, that Lillith."Sam said, smiling sheepishly, his cheeks reddening at someone else having heard what he'd said.
"No reason to be ashamed, she is an old bag."the old man said with a comical roll of his eyes.
"So you know what little girl I'm talking about? What family?"Sam asked eagerly.
"Yes, I think so."the man replied after a slight pause.
"Well, where can I find them?"
"They live out on..."the old man started, but was interrupted by a voice saying loudly,
"Well, well, Dan Bates, how are you doing today my friend?"the Chief asked, walking towards them from across the street.
"Just fine Lou, just fine. And you?"the old man asked in reply, his eyes shifting nervously about.
"Can't complain Dan. I see you've met our young traveler here."he said, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Yes, I guess I have."
"Seems he's looking for his brother Dan, but I already told him, and Lillith has also, that we've not seen hide nor hair of him."he said, giving the old man a warning look over Sam's shoulder."I'm guessing that's what you were doing too, correct?"
"Yep, that's right Lou. I was just about to tell him that too when you walked up."
"Good, good. Well son, you see, no one here knows anything about your brother, so I guess you can move on now."the Chief said with a tight-lipped smile.
"It would seem so sir. I guess I misunderstood him."Sam said with a insincere smile of his own.
"Ok then, well it's getting late out, so I suppose you'll be wanting to stay the night here in town right?"the man asked.
"Yes sir,I was planning on it."Sam answered.
"There's a nice little Inn about a half mile down the road to the left there called "Potters Place" I think you'll be right comfortable there."the man said, and then just stood, looking at him a moment before adding."And remember what I said Mr. Winchester."
"Oh, how could I forget such good advice sir?"he replied a bit sarcastically, before adding," I guess I'll be going then. Nice talking to the both of you, and thanks for your help Chief Palmer."Sam said, nodding his head at the men, and almost smiled when the old man caught his eye and winked at him, mouthing the word later, but decided against it, and walked to his car, got in and drove down the road until he found the place that the man had told him about.
He would go in, get a room, and wait for Dan Bates to hopefully show up soon. If he happened not to show, then Sam would just have to go knocking door to door if that's what it took to find his brother.
He walked to the check in desk and was about to tell the man behind it he wanted a room, when all the suddenly his vision grew hazy and he was overcome by a quick stabbing pain ripping through his abdomen followed by an intense feeling of nausea, and had to grab on to the desk in order to not fall to the floor.
"Are you alright young man?"the clerk asked, staring at Sam in surprise, a look of concern on his face as he got up and came around to the side he was on, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Bathroom."Sam gasped out."Gonna be sick."
"Oh, sure. It's right over here."the man said, and led Sam to one of two doors not ten feet away, where he quickly went inside, barely making it in time to loose his lunch, plus any other snack he might have eaten during his ride there.
Minutes later, after his stomach finally calmed somewhat he sat down on the floor, leaning his head back against the wall as he took several deep breaths, trying to clear his head and wait for the feeling to totally pass.
He knew that what had just occurred, though it had seemed to be, was not his own feelings. It was without a doubt his brother's, what had now, or at some other time, happened to him, not Sam.
If it as just an echo, had been this bad for him, he couldn't even begin to fathom what it must have been like for Dean.
He then heard a soft knock on the door, and heard the man from the desk ask tenatively from the other side,"Are you alright in there?"
Taking a gulping breath, he cleared his throat, and wiped his eyes before answering.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Must've been something I ate."he finally managed to croak out, standing up slowly in the process."I'll be out in just a second."
"Ok then."the man said, not convinced that Sam was being truthful, but deciding to leave it be, walked back to his desk.
"Dean, just hang on. I'm going to find you soon, I promise."Sam whispered looking at his reflection in the mirror, fighting back the urge to start bawling like a baby. What good would that do anyway?
He didn't know how or why he'd suddenly gained this new found "power" or whatever it was, but what he did know was that he wasn't going to complain about it, because as long as he knew Dean was still alive it was worth it, no matter how painful it might be.
He also knew one more thing, his brother needed him, the one word that had been pounded into Sam's head during this last episode was a very frantic one.
His own name, Dean had been thinking about him, hoping that somehow he might come save him, despite the fact that Sam had no way of knowing where he was.
"Well, surprise, surprise big brother, my "shining" is finally paying off. I'm in the same town as you, now I just have to find exactly where you are. I only wish I could tell you that."he said aloud to his reflection, then straightening his clothes, making sure he was once again presentable, he walked back into the Inn's lobby to check in and wait for Dan.
(Dean P.O.V. The night before)
"Now Dean, you know you have to eat. Why are you being so difficult?"the woman asked in a chiding tone, kneeling down in front of where he sat in the corner of what he had deemed "his cell" his back against the wall, facing the door so he could keep an eye on it and who entered.
He just glared at her with bloodshot eyes for a minute, saying nothing, then looked away.
"This is no way to be acting young man."she said angrily, and in an unexpected move, grabbed his chin and turned his face back towards hers.
"Do. Not. Touch. Me. Again."Dean said slowly, a dangerous glint in his eyes, as he angrily knocking her hand away."Ever."
"Well then, I guess we'll just try this again later won't we?"she asked, clearing her throat and standing up quickly."Tell you what, I'll leave this here for you just in case you change your mind."she added, leaving the food sitting on a small table beside the bed, and walked to the door, unlocking it and stepping out.
"Not likely to happen bitch."he muttered, resting his head on his knees momentarily, only for a second, then jerked it back up.
He couldn't have eaten if he wanted to anyway. The pain in his stomach was slowly getting worse, along with the nausea accompanying it. Not to mention his shoulder feeling like it was about to fall off where that..that thing had bit him.
They didn't have to say it, but he knew they had no intentions to let him go anytime soon, and with that came the knowledge that he was going to die here. What made it worse was the fact it would probably be a slow lingering death. He almost wished he would have died back in the last town.
Almost. His sense of self preservation still overrode this wish for the time being, but for how long?
He had no medicine what-so-ever of any kind, and the pain radiating from his stomach was growing worse by the minute. He had finally gotten up the nerve to pull his shirt up and look at his stomach where he'd been stabbed, having accepted that ignoring it was not going to make it go away, and what he found really didn't surprise him all that much.
The wounds, recently sutured closed three days before, were still closed, but had red lines running from each of them, reaching almost to his chest now.
Dammit you dumbass, why didn't you just stay in the hospital until they cleared you to leave?
I'll buzz in on that one Alex, he answered himself, You were afraid that if you did, you'd lose the courage to take off. That Sam would somehow find out your intentions, try talk you out of it, and succeed in doing so. That Sam, if that happened, would never be with the dad he so desperately
craved to be accepted by, because of him.
Despite his current situation, he still believed he'd made the right decision. The one best for Sam at least, and that's all that mattered.
He hadn't even noticed that he had fallen asleep until he heard the key turning in the door to his cell, and looked up in surprise to see the man who'd kidnapped him walk in carrying a small pile of clothing.
"Well hello there."he said cheerfully, earning a glare from Dean."Thought you might want to put on some fresh clothes. Might be a bit big on you since they're mine, but somethings better than nothing, right?"
"Why are you doing this to me?"Dean asked bluntly."Why?"
"Doing what Dean?"the man asked.
"Keeping me locked up in this room like a prisoner is what."
"Well, I hate to hear it put that way, but since you asked I'll tell you."the man replied."Unless you didn't notice, our little Becky has a few problems that make it impossible to have friends. She's a very lonely child, and to make a long story short, you're Becky's new little play mate."
"Why not get someone her own age to play with her then?"Dean asked.
"We've tried, but children tend to be crueler than adults. Less willing to look beyond her outward appearance."
"No wonder. She's a monster."Dean said icily, not caring how angered the man might get from hearing these words.
"She's our daughter, not a monster!"the man exclaimed, his face turning red with fury.
"You mean to tell me your wife gave birth to that."
"Yes, she did give birth to her."the man replied, "but Becky has changed a bit since then. See her condition is not one she was born with. On the contrary it is exactly the opposite."
Dean struggled to pay attention to the mans words in case he said something that might prove helpful later, but doing so was growing more difficult by the minute as he felt the nausea mounting.
"My wife and I struggled for many years to conceive a child, and after so long thinking it would never happen it finally did. She was such a beautiful, perfect girl, never disobeying either of us. Then just a few days after celebrating her 9th birthday, the unthinkable happened while she was playing ball in the front yard, when somehow or other it rolled out into the road, and she went to get it and was struck by a speeding truck. Megan was devastated, and I was too, but I knew that she would never get over losing the child she had prayed to have for so long. She even tried to kill herself. I couldn't bear to see her in such pain, so I did some research in the black arts and managed to bring our precious girl back. I was not expecting her to have changed so, but even like she is, her mother still accepted her. The only kink in the spell was that she has to eat something every so often to remain with us, but it's worth it just to have her."
"That is not your child, believe me, I know about these things."Dean said, then grimaced as the pain and nausea started to reach it's peak.
"She is! Maybe not on the outside, but it is her inside. And you are going to be her new friend or else."
"Or else what? She'll eat me a little earlier than you planned? Let me tell you a little something , I'm sick and promise you, not the right person for you to play "Becky's new pal of the month with. If you don't let me out of here so I can get some help I'm going to die."
"Oh well, I guess she'll just have to enjoy you while she can then won't she?"
"You're a sick bastard. Hell, your whole family's a bunch of loony tunes."
Standing up, the man walked out the door, then turned back saying,"Now change your clothes because it's supper time. I promised Becky she could come play with you if she ate all her vegetables."and walked away.
Oh god, no! Dean thought, feeling his heart rate rising at these words, sweat pouring down his pale face.
What would she want to play this time? Maybe the fun game of bite Dean in his other arm or somewhere worse?
Feeling his walls begin to crumble, he allowed himself to think of his brother. Half-hoping he would show up and rescue him.
That's not likely to happen though is it Dean?
Minutes later he heard the tell tale sound of skipping coming down the hall, and pushed himself as far back into the corner as possible, fighting back the urge to scream for help when he saw the girl come to the door and open it, then walk in the room.
TBC
I know, not really the best chapter, but I wanted to get out exactly what the girl is. So I assure you the next one will be more whumping and angst packed!