Strike Three...
Summary: Sam is having trouble dealing with the powers that were bestowed on him. Dean tries to help, but seems to be hurting Sam more than helping him. Finally Sam has enough of Dean's shit, and takes off to clear his head. Little does he know that what dad always taught him, should have come in handy, he should have paid attention to what goes bump in the night.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Jensen Ackles, or Jared Padelecki... I own the plot, but I make no money on this story, only pleasure in my sadistic ways.
Warning: There is violence, and this story has self-harm... If you do not like, please don't read! For those who can handle this story, please review and tell me what you think.
Chapter 3: Protection Misplaced
Dean was starting to get really worried. If he hadn't been worried before, he would have considered what he was going through now a full out panic attack. Sam had been gone for over twelve hours. Dean had been able to track him for a good while, about ten hours on the trail, and then he had found something he never wanted to see.
Dean found where Sam and the werewolf had fought, plants broken all around, and blood by a big tree. Dean had told himself that it wasn't necessarily Sam's, but his instincts told him different. He knew that he was right when he found Sam's braded twine bracelet laying on the ground under the crushed plants.
"Dean! I love it, it's awesome!" An excited Sam looked up at Dean with joy in his eyes when he saw what Dean had given him for his birthday.
"Take good care of it, and it will take good care of you," Dean told his brother, and then pointing to the symbol imprinted on the silver he added; "This is a protection charm. It was believed by the Mayans, that if the person who gave this symbol on a piece of jewelry to someone they cared about; it would protect them, not allowing any fatal harm to come to the recipient." Dean's eyes had shown with pride, as Sam had put the bracelet on, a faint glowing coming to the symbol.
"I'll never take it off... Thanks Dean..."
Sam had never taken it off, and Dean was happy with himself that he had found something his brother had loved, and that it would protect him at the same time. It wasn't doing Sam that much good at the moment though, sitting in the palm of Dean's hand, after having been ripped off in a fight. Dean felt his gut clench painfully at the thought of Sam struggling, but not being able to get away from whatever had gotten him.
He followed the clawed tracks that he had found leading from the site. The footprints were weighed down with something, and Dean knew that the thing must have been carrying Sam... And he also knew that Sam wouldn't have gone willingly.
Dean took out the revolver he had stuffed in the waist band of his pants, and checked to see that he had both silver and regular bullets, just in case the rumors about the werewolf had been true. Sam was in trouble, and if a werewolf had him, then everything had just gotten a hell of a lot more complicated. He took off again, carefully following the tracks, hoping they would lead him to Sam, but dreading the possibility.
The werewolf that was once a man named Gavin Sinders, carried Sam over his shoulder. Sam moaned every time the wolf took a step, as it jarred the pain in his ribs, but he never once woke up. Gavin took his prey to his cave, where another man lay on the floor, chained to the cave wall.
Gavin would kidnap unsuspecting people while in werewolf form, and then when he was transformed back into human form, he would chain them up, and make them suffer for all the wrongs they had ever committed in their lives. He could feel the guilt and self loathing in a person, having grown up as a guilt demon, before being bit when he was twenty.
Gavin still needed to feed both demons in him, so he would hunt for guilty prey, and when he was done tormenting them, he would eat his fill in werewolf form. Sam had guilt pouring off of him, and Gavin knew that his time wouldn't be wasted in torturing the boy, and he was young and full of strength, making him a good meal for the other demon that lived in him.
Gavin dropped Sam unceremoniously to the ground, and watched as the man curled in on himself, trying to get away from the pain, that was on his body, and in his head. Gavin licked his lips in delight and excitement, Sam was going to be fun to break and eat. Gavin could feel the paranormal energy pouring from the young man, and growled in happiness, making the other man chained to the wall back away in fright.
Sam woke when he hit the hard ground. The impact must have broke another rib, and he could feel the pain that was racing through his body, becoming almost too much for him to bear. He could sense two presences near him, but didn't have the strength to look up and see who they were; nor did he have the willpower to move and not cry out in pain.
He felt something tug on his wrists and he was then moved again. Sam cried out, as the pain in his ribs sparked anew and flames seemed to ripping him apart. Agony was a word he was familiar with, but this much pain was enough, whoever it was that took him, had no need to worsen the pain.
He felt metal cuffs snap around his wrists, and he looked up to see a man standing there, smirking at him, and he knew that this man was the werewolf in true form, that he had fought earlier. There was something else about the man though, Sam didn't know what it was, but he knew there was something else, Supernatural, about the man that was standing over him,
There was a low whimper coming from somewhere to his left, and it took all of Sam's willpower to turn away from the man, and look to where the sound had come from. Pain flared in his ribs, but he would not let himself cry out, instead focusing on the man who seemed to be in the same predicament that he was. The other man looked emaciated, and pain was written all over his face.
Sam swallowed when he saw the stark fear that was present in the other man's eyes when he looked to the man that was standing over Sam. The man was trying to push himself as far into the wall as he could, as if the man standing above Sam couldn't see him if he just pushed himself back far enough. The man was only wearing a pair of jeans that could have been classified as rags if he wanted to be nice, and Sam could see all the marks that marred the man's torso, and it made him want to scream.
The man standing above Sam took a knife out, and came toward Sam with it. Sam had no idea what the man was going to do with the knife, but knew that if he moved, it would make the pain in his ribcage worse, and he didn't think he could handle that. He also knew that if he moved, the man would probably do something worse with the knife, so Sam stayed still.
The man came closer to him with the knife...
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