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.5
Sam woke up who knows how long later, to find himself in the back seat of a police cruiser, his head resting on the shoulder of one of the officers that the Chief had brought with him to the inn.
Groaning, he lifted his aching head.
"Aw, little fellow's awake now. Did you have a nice nap?" the man who sat to the opposite side of the one he'd been sleeping on asked snidely."Martinez's shoulder was nice and soft I hope."
"Yeah, so what's up guys? Where we going?"he asked, trying to not say anything to make anyone mad since he wasn't exactly in a good position at the moment."Hey Chief, long time no see."
"Shut up you punk."Lou ordered from the front."And you can quit all the nicey nice, friendly crap cause it's too late for that now. Won't do you a bit of good."
"Alright then, where the hell are you taking me you corrupt asshole? Is that better?"Sam asked with a sarcastic smile.
"You'll see soon enough boy."the man replied, raising a hand to halt Martinez who was about to pop Sam one for talking to his superior officer in that manner, saying."Let it go Rick."
"I know all about you Lou. What you did to Becky, and your little drinking problem, and I told someone else before you and your thugs here showed up, so if anything happens to me it'll all be out before you know it." Sam lied,a smug look on his face, hoping to trick the man into releasing him.
"Really? Hmm...How about that. Guess I should just let you go then. Nah, don't think so. I'll say you're bluffing."the man said dismissively.
"What did you do to Dan?"Sam asked, remembering suddenly the old man had been at his room when they'd came.
"Lets just say that good old Dan want be telling anything else he shouldn't be."the Chief answered.
Sam just lowered his head sadly at hearing this, feeling guilt wash over him. Dan had been the only decent man in this town, and thanks to him, he was now most likely dead.
"Well, here we are."Lou said, pulling the car into the driveway of a large 2 story house with a high fence surrounding it."Lets get him out boys."
"Are we um...all going in sir?"the man who's shoulder had been Sams pillow asked, looking at the house hesitantly.
"Why? You scared Paul?"was his sarcastic reply.
"No sir. Not in the least."the man answered, an indignant look on his face.
"Then yes, we are all going in, so come on."Lou said, walking around and opening the door for the man, who reached in and yanked Sam out by the hair.
"Oww! Is all this police brutality really necessary?"Sam asked angrily.
"You talk too much kid, you should really try and do something about that."Paul said, smacking him in the head, then pushing him forward.
Dammit Dean, you've really rubbed off on me in all the wrong ways, Sam thought with a half smile. He would've never dreamed of talking to police officers in any form but respectably up until he'd started traveling with his brother, who seemed to have no respect for authority. Maybe he's had the right attitude the whole time.
They reached the front door, and Lou rang the bell, with Sam standing behind him, flanked on either side by the other two officers. No one answered at first, so he rang the bell again. Finally movement was heard from inside, and the door was flung open by a middle-aged man who looked none to happy to be awoken in the middle of the night.
"Lou! What's going on here? Why are you disturbing me at this late an hour?"he asked angrily.
"Well, I have a little problem and was thinking you would be the best person to help me solve it."he answered, pushing his way inside past the man.
"I really don't think you need my kind of help Lou. You're the Chief of police, so you can solve your own problem."he replied, pointing at the door he added,"Now leave before you awaken my whole household."
"No, I think this ones right up your alley. See this young man here?"he asked, grabbing Sam by the collar and yanking him forward from where he still stood with Paul and Ramirez."He's in town searching for his brother, and has been asking lots of questions about a family with a disfigured daughter. Myself and the others he asked told him no such family lived here, but seems a certain old man can't keep his mouth shut."
"Dan."was the one word the man stated to this.
"Thats right, good old Dan told him everything."
"Very well, bring him on in. I guess it wont hurt anything."the man said, a grave look on his face.
"You heard the man. Get the lead out and bring the boy in."Lou commanded the other two officers, who after a moments reluctance, did as he said.
"You really could have waited till the morning though Lou."the man said, leading the four other men into a long hallway."You do have a whole jail full of empty cells."
"I don't like loose ends."
"Who does, but it is 4am."
"Just shut the fuck up already. I'm doing this as a favor to you after all."Lou said, following closely behind.
They all stopped upon reaching the last room in the hallway, and the man took out a key and unlocked the door.
"Alright pretty boy, this is your stop. So go on in, and let this be a lesson, the last one you'll ever learn as a matter of fact. You should always be careful what you wish for, cause a lot of times it will turn around and bite you in the ass."Lou said,laughing at his own words. With this they shoved Sam into the room, and the man locked the door once again.
The men then went back down the hall in the direction from wist they came, with Sam yelling at them,"You'll never get away with this."
"Sure we will. Been doing it for many years and haven't gotten caught yet."Lou replied over his shoulder, then they were gone from view.
The room was pitch black, and Sam started feeling along the wall for the switch to turn the light on.
He finally found the switch and flipped it, bathing the room in a low light.
A part of him knew where he'd been taken, but it was until his eyes landed on the figure sitting huddled in the far corner of the room with their head buried between their knees, that he truly believed it.
They wouldn't have actually brought him to the exact place he wanted to be, would they?
That would be too much to hope for.
It looked like his brothers head though.
Walking quickly across the room not believing his luck, he knelt down beside him and put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake to which he did not respond.
"Dean."he said, shaking him a little harder."Come on, wake up."
Sam continued shaking him harder, and jumped in surprise, unprepared for his brothers reaction when he finally did awaken. Instead of being happy to see him, Dean started yelling, frantically pushing him away as he tucked himself further into the corner and tried to curl into a ball.
"No, leave me alone please."he said, sobbing.
"Oh god, Dean. What have they done to you?"he asked, seeing his brothers ashen face clearly in the dim light. The crazed, hysterical look in his eyes, that were surrounded by dark circles. Not to mention the fact the shirt he wore had still wet blood stains all over it.
Oh, quit staring at him dumbass and try and calm him down. What the hell's wrong with you? He asked himself angrily, dropping to his knees in front of Dean.
The truth of the matter was simply that Sam didn't know what to do in this type of situation since his brother hadn't cried in front of him since...well, Sam couldn't remember him ever crying in front of him. Embarrassingly enough, Sam himself, was the crier, so he didn't want to think about what they had to have done to his strong willed, seemingly unbreakable brother to make him act like this.
"Dean, its me, Sam."he said, touching his shoulder again.
He apparently didn't understand him, because he started yelling louder, knocking Sam's hand from his shoulder.
"Dean, its me Sam, Sammy. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."and still he pushed him away.
Aw, screw this, Sam thought, and did something that in normal situations would've more than likely gotten him hit. Wrapped his arms around his resistant brother and pulled him tightly to him, restraining his arms in the embrace.
"Dean, stop fighting me please. It's me Sam, your little brother. Please try and calm down for me, so you can tell me whats happened."he pleaded, successfully keeping the waver from his voice, but failing to stop the tears that had formed in his eyes from falling.
"Leave me alone! Stop!"his brother yelled, still fighting him, but his struggles were slowly growing weaker as his energy wanned.
"Shh. Just calm down. Everything is going to be okay. I'm here now and no one is going to touch you without having to deal with me first. I promise Dean."he said into his brothers hair,crying even harder
himself now, partly out of anger towards whoever had done this to his big brother, partly in relief from having actually found him, and lastly because he could hardly bear seeing Dean like this. Roles had suddenly reversed for them, and now he was going to play protector, and dammit someone was going to pay.
"Fucking bastards are gonna pay Dean."he murmured angrily, now slowly rocking him back and forth, rubbing his back.
He was finally calming down, and Sam realized after a while, hearing his even, yet raspy, breathing, that because he was just so emotionally and physically worn, he'd fallen asleep.
Sam felt that Dean had known he was there though, or he wouldn't have done so. He had succeeded in getting through to him. At least he hoped he had.
Gently lowering him into a more comfortable position with his head resting on his lap, Sam looked him over as best he could without doing anything that would awaken him from his obviously much needed sleep, still talking softly as he did so,"Everything's okay now bro, you just rest, and let me handle things. I'll find some way to get us out of this."but stopped talking when he had succeeded in carefully pulling his brothers shirt up without waking him, and let out a gasp, seeing the inflamed stomach wound he'd received on their last case, and another unfamiliar one on his side, the last covered with a bandage. What had happened to him there? Sam wondered, pulling his shirt up higher, and for a second it seemed his brother might wake up, but he only sighed, and smacked his lips in his sleep, then turned his head slightly in Sams lap before settling back down.
Sam could see two more bandages, one on each arm, covering other wounds, but decided to wait until Dean woke up to investigate them any further. Remembering his shockingly vivid vision, he was pretty sure he knew what one of them was anyway, and the other was most likely caused by the same thing. He didn't even want to think about the other one on his side, or how it had come about.
Pulling Deans shirt back down into place, he then felt his forehead, finding it hot to the touch.
Well, what did you expect dummy? He thought, you saw his stomach.
He was sick, and Sam, not knowing exactly how long he'd been this way, could only hope he could get him out of here before it was too...no, don't even think that. Not to mention that thing had bitten him on top of everything else, and who knows what kind of germs were in that nasty mouth. Yep, things seemed pretty bad at the moment.
Sam spent the rest of the night leaning against the wall, coming up with one plan after another, then realizing they'd never work, while keeping a watchful eye on Dean who slept restlessly through the remainder of the night.
He didn't know what time it was, but the sun was up so it must have been early morning, when his brother woke up. It happened so quickly that Sam jumped in surprise. One minute he looked down seeing he was still asleep, the next time he looked he was staring up at him, wide-eyed , a mixed look of disbelief and relief on his face.
"Sam."he said after a minute of just staring.
"In the flesh."he replied, a big smile on his face.
" I thought I was dreaming. What?"he started, but had to stop, coughing to clear his throat before continuing,"What are you do here?"
"What do you think I'm doing here? I came to rescue you of course."Sam replied, shrugging his shoulders, looking at him like he couldn't believe he even had to ask what he was doing there.
"That didn't go so well, huh?"Dean asked, a half-smile forming on his face.
"I don't know what you mean. It was totally part of the plan to get knocked out and thrown in here with you. That police chief is such a sucker. I played him like that."Sam replied, snapping his fingers at the last of his words.
"You okay?"Dean asked, concern on his face after hearing the whole getting knocked out part.
"What is up with you? I'm fine, got a head made of steel. You, on the other hand, and might I mention it seems to be a new habit of yours, are the one who's hurt, not me. So you worry about yourself, and let me handle the rest."Sam answered, exasperated.
"How did you even find me?"Dean asked after a pause.
Sam held up his index finger, bending it slightly, and said,"Redrum." knowing his brother would get the meaning.
"Ah, the Shining."Dean said, nodding his head, not looking the least bit surprised, then added,"You shouldn't have come after me."
"What? Are you crazy? Why the hell not?"
"It's too dangerous. Unless you didn't notice, I'm a bit under the weather, and can't exactly protect you right now."he replied with a frown.
"Well heres a thought, how about you let me do the protecting? I'm a big boy Dean, and am fully capable of protecting myself, and you. Oh, and since I finally found you and all, let me say that none of this would be happening right now if you hadn't pulled your little disappearing act."Sam said angrily.
Dean struggled into a sitting position, with his back resting against the wall beside his brother, before answering,"It was for your own good Sammy. You need dad, and he won't let you find him if I'm with you. You know that."
"I don't know jack shit about dad, and honestly could care less about him right now."
"Don't say that."Dean snapped at him.
"Why? It's true. Sure, I would be glad if he was found, but if you're not there with us too, then what's the point. He's my dad, and I love him, but he's not you Dean. And if I have to make a choice, then I choose you, not him. You're the one who's taken care of me all my life, who was there for me when I woke up crying for all those years after mom was killed. Hell, even after Jess was murdered, you've been there for me, not him. So why would you ever take it upon yourself to decide for me that I'd rather have him in my life than you. That's not fair for either of us."Sam ranted.
"You and I both know what you said at the asylum and when those things were after us Sam."
"Yeah, I said some bad things. Real bad things, and I wouldn't blame you if you never forgave me, but you have to believe me when I say that it was just pent up anger talking, not me. Well, it was me, but I didn't mean it. People say things all the time in the heat of an argument or something. Things they don't mean/ Sometimes a lot worse than what I said to you, but the people they say it to don't up and leave them for it. How many times have you thought about how much you hate dad for what he's done? And I know you had to have felt some hatred towards me when I left you and dad to go to college. You just got lucky enough to not get your brain possessed by evil psycho doctors or mutant animals and tell us so. And yes, I did pull the trigger when you handed me the gun that time, but that was unfair for you to put me in that position in the first place. You knew that thing had infected my mind, but you still gave me that gun. Now I have to live with the guilt of knowing that if it had bullets in it, I would have killed the most important person in my life. Actually, I wouldn't have lived with the guilt, I'd just have turned that gun right around and used it on myself too."
"Oh Sam. You wouldn't have..."
"Just shut up Dean, you don't know what I would have done. Even after all the time we've spent together recently its like you don't know me at all, and that hurts more than anything."Sam interrupted. Angry tears now flowing from his eyes.
"I..im sorry Sam."Dean said, hurting himself just seeing what pain he'd been responsible for putting Sam through.
"Yeah, you are, but do you want to know something? I don't care what you do, I will never hate you. So you can run away all you want Dean Winchester, but rest assured me and my little friend here will find you, so it'll be a waste of both our times."Sam said, doing the finger motion again when he said my little friend.
"Damn you psychic finger."Dean said jokingly, with narrowed eyes. Then he started coughing so fiercely that it bent him double. Sam put a hand on his back for support until it passed, and feeling his brother was now shivering, removed the thick coat he still wore and handed it to him.
"You need to keep it yourself."Dean said, shaking his head.
"No, I don't. Its actually warm in here bro, so take it."Sam pressed, getting up to get the thin blanket from the bed and bringing it back to him also.
"Thanks Sammy."Dean said with a grateful smile.
"You're welcome, so now you have to fill me in on what's going on so we can devise a plan to get us out of here."he requested.
Dean had no want to relive the past days, but knew that Sam needed to know everything so he wouldn't be totally shocked when the girl eventually came back, so he started recounting the story to him, not leaving out anything.
Sam could tell by the panicked look on Deans face that this was extremely difficult for him, and when he got to the parts about the girl eating parts of him, the last one being the chunk she'd taken from his side the morning before, he understood why his brother had reacted how he did the last night.
"God, I'm sorry Dean."was all he could say, rubbing his back again."But we're gonna get out of here I promise."
Then after he'd just said this, he looked up in surprise when he heard the door to the room being unlocked and saw the masked girl enter.
He felt Deans body tense at seeing her, and felt a deep dread in his stomach as she approached them.
Now that she'd shown up, how was he going to stop her?
TBC
Mostly a fluff chapter, but I thought it would be a welcome change. More coming soon, so hope you like this and continue reading!