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Chapter 10 – The small hoursWhen Daniel was sure Jackie's ideals were the same as his, he called the man that had brought Jackie there.
" We're leaving in an hour, before anything happens, we must be sure no obstacles will come our way and screw it all up". Daniel said. Then he turned his attention to her as the man left the room to make whatever arrangements he was supposed to.
" I need you to do something for me my sister, something to make sure I'll never lose you again. This is going to reinforce our bonds, connect us forever".
Her evil side nodded satisfied. Jackie knew very well what Daniel was talking about. He wanted the recent evil inside her to become permanent and also possess her memories. Thus she'd still be his Jackie, but a better one, an improved sister that would always be by his side. In order to get that, she had to disconnect from her human side, see her friends as enemies. He couldn't take any chances. Having someone trying to turn Jackie back, was too dangerous.
" Let's finish this once and for all". She heard herself saying.
Daniel led her out of the warehouse into a car. She decided to use the way to wherever he was taking her to focus on her strength.
Jackie was a strong huntress, not even her brother would change that easily. She'd been in pretty bad situations before and not once she gave up. That was still her body and she wouldn't give it away without putting a hell of a fight first.
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John had tried both his son's phone for more times than his patience would normally allow him to. That couldn't be good.
Although the trail John was following was really close now, he'd promised Sam, Dean and also Jackie that after they left the hospital, the family would come first than anything else. He almost lost Dean that night; he wasn't up for it once more. He gave up the trail and returned to the motel they had last checked themselves in; he had to find something there, a clue that might tell John where they were.
His heart felt tight, he knew they were in trouble and time was working against him.
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The water was sill going up and Dean was almost completely submerged. He struggled to maintain his head up. His bound hands were making this more difficult. The freezing water felt like a thousand knifes going through his body, he slowly began feeling numb. He kept in his mind that he had to be strong not to lose control of his arms and legs. What the hell did that woman want to hear from him anyway? She wanted something real. That was no time to think about pride. He realized the water was about to cover him completely, so, he went by instinct. All human beings had the instinct of survival. The adrenaline took decisions for us sometimes. It was automatic; anything is worth to stay alive.
" Please…don't do this! You have the control ok? Please… don't kill me. I need to know…if Sam's ok!". He loses the balance for a second and water cover him completely.
He tries once again, his last chance to talk before having no more space above his head.
" Please!" You bitch! He would have added to his phrase if he had had the time. Saying that he took a deep breath as water reached the ceiling.
Had that worked? He had no idea. His mind was now focused on Sam, he so hoped his brother wasn't watching him like that.
When you are in deep trouble, a second seems more like an hour. Dean glanced at the sealed door and closed his eyes. Nothing was happening. Hadn't he showed himself desperate enough?
He'd been honest, something that he'd rarely happen. Dean didn't wanna die, he wanted to see Sam, to know he was alright. The woman had to notice he wasn't faking. No one fakes when they're about to drown.
Come on! Please, please…
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" Dean!" Sam kept shouting, keeping his eyes on the tv set. " Talk to me! Anyone!"
He approached the door and started kicking it hard. " Son of a bitch! Talk to me!"
Fear took him over. He wished so much his gift would give him any clue about his brother. He had to be alive. Sam closed his eyes and tried to focus on his brother. He wasn't expecting a vision, but at least to sense something, anything to calm him down.
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He wasn't aware of how long had passed, probably no more than a few seconds, he was running out of air. All his body was numb now due to the cold. An image of his brother's face and Jackie's kept coming to his mind. What would they think if Dean died? Would they survive? What about his dad?
When Dean lost hope of getting out of that room alive, the door was unsealed and the water began coming down.
Thank God! With his head out of the water, he fiercely gasped for air, trying to make his breathing go back to normal. He was freezing and breathless. He wanted to breath fast and fill his lungs.
" That was touching Dean…and kinda pathetic don't you think? The things we say when we face death. And I gotta admit, to hear Dean Winchester begging, is a privilege, sounds like music to my ears". She teased. Now he was on his knees, cuffed hands on the wet floor, his head hung down, heavily gasping.
If he didn't need to pull air inside his lungs so badly, he'd have a prepared answer for her. She was playing God now? Dean had faced death before, very closely. But that time, Sam wasn't in danger and he wasn't under anyone's control.
" Now, be polite and thank me for letting you live". She said hitting a nerve.
Wasn't it enough for her listening his pleas? He was begging a demon for God's sake! Never in his life Dean imagined he'd do that. Sometimes he thought it'd be better die with his pride than live with his shame. Apparently things didn't quite work like that, not when you had people to save anyway. After he saw his father and his brother ready to sacrifice themselves to waste a demon, Dean would always save his family and himself first, then think about whatever they were hunting.
Tell me she isn't serious! He'd been humiliated enough for the rest of his life.
" I'm waiting…unless you want me to turn the water on again".
" Thank you". He said right away. She knew how to threat. He was way too tired to argue or to be the smart ass.
" Thanks for what?"
Come on! What am I? 5 years old?" Thanks for not killing me". He swallowed his pride. " Whatever" He mumbled.
" That wasn't so difficult now, was it?" Hell it was, more than you know!
" Please, let me talk to Sam…he needs to know I'm ok". He asked very nicely.
He heard her laughing. " Why should I do that? Letting you live was already too nice of me, don't press you luck. " Dean got up from the floor and looked at the camera furiously.
He had to let Sam know the truth, but she didn't answer him anymore. He was once again, alone and unsure of what awaited for him.
Outside:
" Sam is still shouting for his brother, it's driving me crazy". The big guy said. " What do we do now?".
" I have the night all planned. The girl arrives tomorrow and they have to be ready and by ready I mean as tired, weak and confused as possible".
" What do you have in mind?"
" For Dean. I want him kept in a complete darkness. Our brightest light will be turned on every two hours; he's not supposed to sleep, after all, lights on and off all night are gonna annoy him like hell. Also every two hours, I want one of you guys getting into his room, mess with his mind and…well, do what you do best, I trust you'll handle it". The guy gave her an evil look.
" I few things have been crossing my mind since you brought them in. I'll take care of Dean. What about Sam?" He asked.
" I thought about an hallucinogen, I'll be in charge of some interesting talk while he is drugged. The sound of his room, and only his room, will be on. Sam's gonna be able to hear his brother during the entire night night. I want Dean's screaming echoing in Sam's room so, give your best work with the older brother". She lets out a sigh. " What do you think?" She asks, not really caring for the guy's approval. She had planned this for sometime now, but she knew he'd agree and add a compliment to her idea.
" You're a genius". He said.
Sam and Dean had been awake for almost 48 hours. They're bodies were probably tired and their minds worn out. A hell of a night waited for the boys.
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Dean's room went dark once again. That sent a chill down his spine. He said he wanted the dark boring room back, of course it was better than the water, but being nice wasn't in demon's profile so, that couldn't be actually something he was supposed to be thankful for, he was worried actually. The cuffs were tighter as he pulled at them while trying to swim in that tiny room, his clothes and the whole room was still wet and freezing. At least he could feel his arms and legs now, even though his body was shivering out of cold.
He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes, what was the point in keeping them open if he couldn't see a damn thing. Still concerned about Sam, he sits on the floor, trying to find a comfortable position.
That situation was going way too far, he had no control at all, and nothing he could do. If he could see Sam and let him know he was ok. He hoped Sam's shining gave him a clue. After all, all he had for the last couple of days was hope.
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Sam kept concentrating; thinking about Dean in order to get some kind of vibe, indicating Dean was alive. How disappointing he was feeling. He promised himself that if they got out of that place alive, he'd learn how to make a better use of his gift. Maybe next time they got into trouble that could save both their butts before things got ugly.
So focused he was, that he only noticed someone had entered his room when he felt a tight grip on both his arms and a second person coming in with a needle.
" What the hell?" He began struggling, not successfully. " Please no…don't do this!"
The guys ignored him completely and inject the hallucinogen.
Just a few seconds later, Sam felt it sinking in. " I need…to see my brother…please" He said. The room began to spin and his thoughts were getting confused.
Crap! He thought. They never woke up in a pleasant place after being drugged. That concerned him more than actually feeling confused.
Hallucinogens were terrible. You can't distinguish reality from illusion, you have no control of your actions and anything became believable or doable. If the demons planned on inducing him to do something evil, they'd probably succeed, something like killing his own brother, if he was still alive.
Sam didn't have time to panic thinking about that. The hallucinogen was already working.
TBC…
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