Kill or Be Killed
By: chocolate rules
Chapter 7:
Keep Out
Dean followed Tom's instructions to the letter. They left town and found themselves heading towards the harsher cities. Dean almost cringed as Tom told him to turn in to an alleyway and stop. God, how could Sam get himself into this?
Tom was the first to step out of the vehicle. Dean followed after a moment, locking the doors behind him.
"This is where they brought me. They don't blindfold you or anything. It's like they want you to know what's happening." Tom said as he led Dean towards a metal door at the back end of the alley. It seemed to of been chained closed, but the chains lay broken in the ruble beside the door. A solitary sign was posted, 'Keep OUT!'
"You sure this is the place?" Dean asked after having spent five minutes searching the basement and most of the first floor and finding no Sam. He hadn't even so much as heard anything out of the ordinary rat scurrying to its hole.
"Yeah, this is the place. Last I knew anyway."
"So, what happened? What do they do?" Dean asked cautiously. He didn't really want to know, but he wanted to prepare himself for whatever state Sam might be in.
"They had me for a few days. On the first, they didn't do anything. They just kind of left me alone and went by their business."
"That's it?" Dean asked, that didn't sound like much of a cult integration.
"Well, the first night." Tom said softly. He looked around, and Dean knew better than to continue. If he didn't allow Sam to be all mushy around him, there was no way he was about to allow some guy to get all mushy around him. Besides, Sam was probably fine, just terrified, but fine.
"We'll find him tonight, though. So, there's no need to worry." Tom said. He nodded to Dean, who nodded back the reassurance.
Oh, God! Oh, God Why! Sam's silent tears asked. He was shivering and terrified. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go straight home and tell Dean what he'd done. He wanted Dean to come and rescue him. Why had he left? Why had he lied?
"He's got to be here!" Dean said, through gritted teeth. Subconsciously, he clutched onto the gun he had hidden in the front of his pants. "Could they of moved?" asked Dean.
"No, I don't think so. I think they got pretty attached with the place. They must be in the attic or something. I know they're here, Dean. We'll find him."
"I know. I'm going to find him. Failure's not an option."
