Hey all! Loved the reviews, and am so glad that I've achieved the creepiness level I wished to. Anywho, here's the next chapter. So let the whumping ensue! This chapters a bit on the graphic side, so don't say I didn't warn you!
Title:The Hunted II: Finding Dean
Rating:Pg-13/R
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.4
(Dean P.O.V.)
"Hi Dean!"Becky said cheerfully, upon entering the room."I'm back just like I said."
"Yippee."Dean muttered under his breath, not looking at her.
"What do you want to play? Oh wait, I almost forgot, mom says you wont eat and that I should encourage you to do so."
"I'm not hungry."
"You have to eat Dean, or you'll get all skinny and die. Then who would I have to play with?"she said in a muffled whiny tone, Then picked up the plate of food from the nightstand, walked over to where he still sat huddled in the corner, and shoved it in his face."So eat now."she ordered.
"I..I can't."Dean said, feeling nauseas just from smelling and seeing it.
"You can and you will."she said sternly, pushing the plate even closer.
"I'll just throw it back up because I'm sick. So get it out of my face!"He said loudly, a bit of defiance present in his tone as he finally looked at her with a glare. Not smart, but he was Dean.
She stiffened at his words, and then unexpectantly wrapped one hand around his throat, squeezing hard saying happily,"I just decided what new game we're going to play. It will be such fun and you can eat at the same time."
She paused after that, cocking her head to the side as if waiting for a reply to this, which was impossible since Dean was struggling to remove her hand just so he could actually breath.
"We're gonna play mommy and baby. I'll be mommy, and we can pretend like its dinner time and I have to feed you. Doesn't that sound fun?"she asked, releasing her grip on his throat and he quickly took a deep breath.
"Now then, here's your food little Dean."she said, spearing some green beans with a fork."So open wide for mommy."
He turned his head from her, and she grabbed his chin saying,"Come on, be a good boy."
"I'm not a baby, and I don't want to eat that shit."Dean hissed at her.
"What did I say about saying bad words Dean?"she asked."Guess baby needs punishing."
"No, no wait. I'll eat it okay."he said, resolved to the fact he really had no choice, and he really didn't feel like being her chew toy again.
"That's a good baby, now open up."she said. When he opened his mouth she immediately began shoving food into it, and he forcefully swallowed each bite growing more nauseas by the minute.
She'd made him to eat half of it when he could no longer hold it in, and despite his efforts he once again threw up.
"You got it on my dress!"she said angrily, and grabbing his throat again, started slamming his head against the wall."This is my favorite dress!"
"S-stop."he managed to croak out.
She paused and turned her head, looking down at him, then behind him at the smear of blood where his head had repeatedly hit the wall.
"P-please stop."he said.
"Are you sorry you ruined my dress?"she asked him in her low guttural voice, releasing her grip slightly.
"Yes."he gasped out.
"Say it then. Say you're sorry."she said, relaxing her grip a bit more.
Drawing a deep breath, he quickly said,"I'm sorry I r-ruined your dress."
This must have satisfied her because she released him finally.
"See what you made me do. You should learn to behave better Dean."she said, sitting down cross-legged beside where he now laid on his side, and put her hand on his shoulder."I do think we're having great fun together though, don't you? You're the best pretend brother I've had in weeks."
Dean's was working hard to try and pay attention to what the thing was saying, but it was growing increasingly difficult. Then when it touched his shoulder his body flinched involuntarily, and he said a quick silent prayer that it hadn't noticed.
"Are you having fun with me Dean?"she asked him, turning her masked face towards him, giving him no choice but to reply.
"Yes."he answered quietly after a moment.
"Good. Its not as much fun when..."she started, then stopped abruptly, cocking her head in that strange manner as she asked,"Are you crying? Why are you crying?"
He hadn't even noticed the fact that he was until she asked him this. Showing emotions of any type, especially crying,were a foreign concept to him normally, but now...well now it really didn't matter anymore. All he wanted to do was curl up and die. Anything to get away from this monster and her psycho family.
"Oh dear."he heard someone say, and heard the sound of the key unlocking the door to his "cell".
"Becky baby, what did you do?"her father asked in a tone that sounded as if he were correcting her for spilling something on the floor instead of beating Dean senseless."And your dress? Mommy worked so hard to make that for you."he added, tsk, tsking his tongue.
"It wasn't my fault daddy. I swear, it was him!"she exclaimed, pointing her finger at Dean."We were playing and he threw up on it, and made me hurt him. I'm sorry, he was being mean, and, and..."she said, stuttering the way a child would while trying to explain.
"Oh sweetie, calm down. You know we could never be mad at our little angel, don't you? Now it's time to go get ready for bed, so tell Dean goodnight."he said hugging her.
"Okay, but...daddy?"
"Yes baby?"
"Is it okay if I have a little snack? I know I'm not supposed to eat so close to bedtime, but I'm a little hungry. So please?"
"Well...I guess that would be okay just this once, but don't tell your mother I let you, she got real mad last time, remember?"he said, smiling at her indulgently.
"I won't. I promise."
"Ok, hurry now, and it'll be our little secret."he said.
"Um daddy. Don't you think you better cover his mouth or something? You know, just so mommy can't hear?"
What? Dean thought, the haze lifting from his mind upon hearing these words. He jerked his head up to see the girl removing her mask as her father moved towards him and he using his last remaining strength, sat up and tried to move away from them.
Oh shit. She gonna, oh god no, no, no. Sam, help.
"Sorry about this, I really am, but I don't leave my child wanting for anything."the man said, kneeling , putting one hand tightly over Dean's mouth, and holding him down by the chest with the other, knowing he wouldn't have to put much effort into restraining the obviously very ill young man."Now Becky, be sure to do it somewhere mommy won't see in the morning."
"Ok, daddy."she said, her mask removed and her distorted features in full view.
All Dean could do was scream into the mans hand as she pulled his shirt up and rearing her head back, bit deeply into his other arm, taking a big hunk out, and sat up chewing it slowly.
"Now thats enough for tonight Becky, put your mask back on so mommy can't see your face until you go get cleaned up."her father said with a smile, his hand still held over Dean's mouth.
"Goodnight daddy."she said, running over and placing a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving a spot of blood, before she put her mask back on and skipped out the door.
"Goodnight princess."
"Dean, I'm going to move my hand now."her father said, turning his attention back to the younger man, who only whimpered in reply."Don't make a sound though, my wife could be asleep already and we don't want to wake her now do we?"he asked, then stared at Dean, obviously waiting for some sort of reply showing he understood, so he managed to shake his head once.
"Good. I'll just go and get some stuff to help clean you up a bit. Child's a messy eater."he said to himself, shaking his head and chuckling as he stood up and walked out, closing and locking the door behind him.
Dean lay on the floor still, staring up at the ceiling, talking softly to himself.
"This isn't real Dean. It's not happening. You're in a hotel room with your brother somewhere and you're just asleep, and some of Sammys bad dream mumbo jumbo has rubbed off on you."he said, trying his best to convince himself this was the truth."All you have to do is just hum a little "Metallica" and you'll wake up soon, thats all you have to do."
He started humming, but the only song by them he could think of at the moment was "Enter Sandman" and it really didn't help make him feel any better at all, and finally he gave up trying.
You are here, and this is real, your throbbing arm where you just got bit is far more than enough proof of that.
At least she didn't bite your face, he thought and for some reason this made him laugh. His laughing quickly turned into crying though. Why didn't you just stay with Sammy? Why?
The man returned to the room then and stopped short, giving him a strange look, before continuing to his side, where he started covering up his daughters handiwork.
"She must really like you Dean because she bit your arms. That's a good sign that she wants to keep you around as long as she can."he muttered, and to his surprise, instead of making the younger man feel better, his meant to be comforting words only succeeded in turning his soft crying in sobbing.
(Sam P.O.V. The next day)
Sam sat staring at the Marvin the Martian cartoon on the small TV in his room at the inn. He'd been there several hours. Dan had yet to show,and he was getting antsy to start searching for his brother.
He got up from the one chair that was in the room, walked over and switched the TV off.
Thats right, he had to manually switch it off, what kinda inn doesn't even have remote control TVs?
He put his coat on, walked over, and flung the door open.
"Good god boy! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"he was greeted by these words from Dan Bates, who stood with his hand up, poised to knock on the door.
"Oh gosh, I'm sorry Mr. Bates. I didn't realize you were out here."he said quickly with an apologetic smile.
"Call me Dan. Mr Bates just makes me feel so old you know. Going out?"he asked.
"Well, I was, but now, no. I think I'll learn more right here talking to you Mr...er..I mean Dan."Sam replied, stepping to the side to allow the old man entrance to his room, then closed the door.
"Have a seat."he said, motioning to the rooms only chair, then when the man had sat, plopped down on the edge of the bed, looking at him attentively.
"Well then, I guess I'll just get right down to what I came here for... Sam was it?"
"Yes sir."
"Okay then. Sam, like I said earlier, I heard you asking that fat old cow about that girl, and as you probably already figured out by my fellow town citizens not so subtle manners, she and the Chief were lying when they said there was no girl or family here like that. "
"Yeah, they weren't too good at lying."Sam said with a chuckle, nodding his head."The chief actually threatened me too."
"Doesn't surprise me. That man's as crooked as it gets. Anyway as I was saying, there is a family here with a child just like you described. They're the Mathison's. The father, Tom, is actually the town's dentist. His wife Megan doesn't work, doesn't even come out that much at all. Stays at home to take care of Becky, that's their daughters name. She's the girl you were asking about."
"Why did they lie to me though? Why cover up for people who are holding someone against their will?"Sam asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"That's the part I'm getting too Sam, if you can just hold your horses for a minute. You young people nowadays are so impatient."Dan said, then continued telling his story.
"See the Chief has a little bit of a secret bad habit. Least he thinks it's a secret. Our prestigious protector is a drunk, and about, oh...about 10 years or so ago, he went out and got plastered midday, then decided he'd take himself a little joyride. He was supposed to be on duty might I mention. His drunken sense of direction led him to a sub-division about 5 miles into town called Magnolia Court where little 9 yr. old Becky Mathison just happened to be playing out in her yard that day. Her ball bounced out into the road and Lou hit her going 65 in a 20 mile residence zone. Killed her on impact. Her parents were devastated. Megan even tried to kill herself. They'd been trying to have a baby for years and had finally succeeded when she was born. You'd never see two more loving parents.
"To make a long story short. About a month after she died, Tom showed up at the police station one day to see Lou, who had fled the scene of the crime and thought no one knew he was responsible for the girls death. Seems Tom had found a way to bring his daughter back, but knew if he did, the town would have to know about it or something might happen to her afterwards. He made a deal with Lou, saying if he and his soon to be reunited family could live in peace, undisturbed by any people who might disagree with the ethics what he'd done, then he in turn would not let out the fact that the town police chief had been responsible for Beckys death in the first place. Sure, Lou scoffed at his threats at first, but it became clear that he meant business because he had undeniable proof he had been the one who struck Becky. Finally Lou agreed. He thought Tom was going looney anyway at the time. It was impossible to bring someone back from the dead, right? Wrong. Not a week later, one of the members of their church popped in to check on Megan and saw her. Or at least what used to be her. After that, Lou called a town meeting, saying they'd been wrong about Beckys death, and that she was now back at home with her parents, and that no one was to say a word about it to any outsiders or else. People took his threat seriously because we all knew how ruthless and evil he was. If he had to, he would've killed or had killed, every person who dared to defy him without a bit of remorse. He'd worked hard to gain his position of power and wasn't going to let anyone take it from him. Eventually we all grew used to the family, and it almost seemed most had purposely marked them from their memory slate, except for when they had to go to the dentist and all. Until people started disappearing. All the ones who did turn up missing were criminals and such at first, but soon it started to be others, those who openly challenged Lou on the Becky subject. Town folk soon found out that when she'd come back, she hadn't been the same. She's a monster see, she has to eat flesh, human flesh, to remain alive, and like any good father, Tom gives her what she needs. Picking up hitchhikers if he has to in order to accomplish this."he finished.
"She eats people? This has been going on for ten years and no one from outside the town has ever found out about it?"Sam asked, a look of disbelief and shock on his face.
"That's right."
"And she's going to eat my brother?"he knew he'd seen her bite him in his dream, but had hoped that maybe that part was really a nightmare entwining with parts of truth.
"Unfortunately yes. Sooner or later she will eat him."
"Tell me where they live. Now."Sam demanded, and the man did so without hesitation.
Walking towards the door to leave, Sam stopped suddenly, and turned back to the old man.
"Why are you different? Being willing to tell me what no one else would?"he asked.
"That's an easy question to answer my boy, see Becky was my granddaughter. Her mother is my only child."
"And you don't agree with them trying to keep her here?"Sam asked suspiciously, feeling a bit shocked by Dan's confession.
"What lives in that house now is not my Becky. She died ten years ago. What's there now is a monster, an abomination that has to be stopped."Dan said, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"I'll do my best to take care of that for you."Sam said solemnly, and opened the door.
He was ambushed as he walked out by the Chief and several other men from the police force.
"I hate to do this. I told you not to stick your nose in our town affairs, but as is so often the case with young people, you didn't listen."the Chief said trying to sound regretful of what he was about to do.
The last thing Sam thought before being struck over the head with the butt of his gun was he sure didn't look regretful. If anything he looked happy.
Then all went black.
TBC
Yeah, things are looking pretty bad for Dean right now. If only Sam could find him.:) I will update soon, and will try to make it a bit less angsty for those of you who I'm sure thought this was a bit much.
R&R please.