Kill or Be Killed

By: chocolate rules


Chapter 5:

The Lincoln's


Dean pulled into Toby's driveway. He was the closest thing that Sam had to a best friend. Dean had allowed Sam to stay at Toby's the weekend before during a few hours that he had used to go on a date. Maybe, in Sam's little kid mind, he had thought it okay to do the same this weekend. But their father was still home, and Sam knew better, but Dean had to hope.

"Hello, Mrs. Lincoln. I was wondering if my little brother had passed by here tonight?"

"Hey, Dean. No, Sam's not here. Why? Is something wrong?"

"I sure hope not. Sometimes things fly right through his head and I'm hoping he just went somewhere and forgot to tell me."

"Well, maybe Toby might know something. Toby! Come down here for a second! I need to ask you something!" called out Mrs. Lincoln behind the door. Moments later, a red headed thirteen year old stepped into the space beside his mother.

"Hey Dean!" Toby said. "Where's Sam?"

"You don't know?" Dean asked. Toby shook his head, no.

"Is something wrong with him?"

"I can't find him anywhere. I went to pick him up after school, and I haven't seen him. Do you have any idea where he could've gone? Any at all?" Toby looked down. "What is it?" Toby remained silent.

"Say something, honey." Mrs. Lincoln said, placing her hand on her son's shoulder.

"I didn't think he would've gone, Mom."

"Where?" asked Dean.

"I told him it was a stupid idea! He said it was worth a try, but then I told him about Tommy. I thought he understood me."

"Toby, what is it? Please, I need to find Sam." Toby looked up to his mother, as did Dean. Both saw the wide eyed shock look that had just entered. "Please, someone tell me where he is."

"I think he's trying to join a cult or something. Like my brother Tommy did."

"What!"

"My son, Tom, when he was fourteen years old, he tried to join a cult. Those things are very harsh, especially to new comers. They beat up Tommy and the cops found him three days after he went missing, barely alive. He's okay now. Maybe he can help you. He's right inside. Oh, god, I hope Sam's okay." she said as she turned once again into the house. This time, she went looking for her son.

"Toby, why would Sam do that? I mean, I don't understand."

"I don't know. I'm sorry, Dean. I asked him what was wrong, but he didn't tell me. All he said was that these boys kept approaching him about joining some kind of group. They said that he had potential to get ahead in it or something. I told him not to, but I think by now they were already messing with his head. Like they did Tommy."


Sam was surrounded by ten others. Some were sneering at him. Others were actually growling. Sam stood in the middle of the circle, unsure of what to do next. How had he let it go this far? What had he done?