Kill or Be Killed

By: chocolate rules


Chapter 11:

Power


"Stay behind me, Tom. If at any time you can, run and cut Sam down. There are knives on the table. Grab one on the way." Dean quietly ordered. Tom nodded. Dean seemed to know what he was doing; he after all did have the gun.

"Let him go, and no one else will have to die!" Dean shouted. Then they all began chanting. They gathered again and seemed to elect another leader. One cloaky stood a step ahead of them. Once again, he was the only one that spook. And when he spoke, there was an echo.

"Who are you to order us? You are nothing! WE have power! You will obey!"

"Give. Me. Him. Back." Dean growled. Something told him that it was not a wise idea to mention that Sam was his brother. And if there was any possibility that they might hurt him, Dean wasn't willing to risk the chance.

"No!" snarled the lead cloaky. "I don't think I will!" Dean looked at him shortly and without a second's hesitation, shot him too. This time, however, the cloaky was shot in the chest and knocked out by the blow.

Dean could practically feel Tom tense up from behind him. The entire room seemed more tensed, but Dean wouldn't allow it to get the best of him.

"Tom?" he waited for any reply from the boy. It came in the form a slight whimper. "I need you to call the cops. Tell them to get here, pronto. Then, call my father. Tell him everything. Go, now. Stay downstairs." Dean said. He reached into his coat pocket with one hand, all the while the other remained aimed at the dark figures in front of him.

Dean held out the device behind his back. After a second's hesitation, Tom took the cell phone and backed away from the room. As quickly as he could, he rushed down the stairs and pressed those three little numbers that were meant to save lives.


The call had lasted all but three minutes. The operator had asked him to remain on the line. Tom insisted that he couldn't that he needed to make another call and that the connection was bad, so the dispatcher let him go. The call to John Winchester would be much of the same.

"Dean! Did you find him?" came the voice from the earpiece.

"Yes, sir. Your son was found. Dean's trying to get him back now."

"Who is this? Where are they?" asked the voice, now on the defense.

"This is Tom Lincoln. I brought Dean to Sam…"

"And where is that?"

"In the old factory by Brines Road. Mr. Winchester," Tom added quickly. He feared what the man might think if he saw where his son had been kept. "This building is home to a cult. They wanted Sam."

"I'm on my way." was the quick, soft reply, followed by a click that said John had already hung up.