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Chapter 10 – Enjoy!
Sam looked at the nun suspicious. She had given him a lot of information, explained it all, which didn't mean she was a good person or that she had taken the right decision about Dean. He was having some trouble to figure her out. After all, was she evil or good?
" What do you mean? It's up to me? I've got no freaking idea!" Sam said rubbing his eyes. He was tired, of the whole situation.
" Listen Sam, this Thing and your brother think alike". She gave him a tip.
" Ok, I got that, he probably has his share of Dean's way of thinking".
She gave him a look expecting him to get somewhere…that didn't happen, all she got was a couple of minutes in silence and Sam's eyes waiting for the rest of the conversation.
" Your point is…?" he wished she would just spit it out!
" If Dean was kidnapped and he wanted you to find him…than he would wish to be taken somewhere…possible to get figured out".
Sam had the most puzzled expression on his face. Yes, sure Dean would want that, so the kidnapper would do the total opposite.
The nun disappointed, let out a sigh. " You brother's kidnapper is your own brother Sam, but a different part of him! He will take Dean somewhere you can find him! He thinks like Dean… that's what Dean would have thought".
Was the woman losing her mind? Perhaps not, that sort of made sense. After all, they'd been through so much, and that was not even so absurd. Sam laughed at himself for not thinking about it first.
" That's crazy…but it makes sense…in a very twisted way". He agreed. The woman was either nuts or a genius.
" So, if your brother wanted to be found…where would he go, being sure you'd find him?" She asked making her point.
" An old house I guess, one where the people in town would be afraid to go because of some scary story…like if the house is haunted. The place would be quiet and far from the city…not even police officers have the guts to go there. It'd be perfect".
Sam explained. It was a lame place, kinda obvious too. However, that's what he'd think about.
" If you think so, than what are you still doing here? Go find him! Just remember, you can only warn him…that's all". She finished.
" I will, thanks". He said heading to the door. He gave her a last glimpse. " I don't like what you've been doing to these people and I can't kill you, but I won't let it go either. I just have to help Dean first". He warned and closed the door behind him.
" I'll be long gone by the time you get back" She whispered to herself with a smile.
When Sam left the room there were two guards waiting. Julia was there too, not looking happy. The guards grabbed Sam by his arms. Some nurses were looking at him to see what the fuss was all about, some doctors too. That hospital was way to quiet and nothing really interesting, putting aside the patients, happened very often. Any chance for confusion was like a party for the curious eyes of the bored staff.
" Come on, I don't have time for this". He said not feeling like a second round of trouble, and his gun would be used if needed.
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Dean was getting himself together, still was kneeled on the floor. The pain had not been so much, it just had gotten him by surprise. The gun had been taken from him, so easily, like a candy being taken away form a kid.. He looked at the chain restraining him.
Idiot…should have shot this damn thing first to get free…very stupid Dean… Dean thought to himself for lacking such a simple and obvious idea!
" Not fair ya know. How come I feel your pain and you don't feel mine?" Dean asked standing up.
" Oh, what would be fun about that?" The thing simply answered.
Damn fun for me he thought again about the irony.
" I think I passed the test right? I didn't use the gun and you have nothing else against me, so… let me go…I won't kick your ass… not to get mine kicked too… and we are both happy. How about that?" Dean asked with a grin, trying to ignore his sore thigh.
" How naive Dean…we're not done yet. Your conscious is dripping with guilt…it's kinda pathetic actually".
"Nobody is perfect". Dean said pulling his restraints.
His captor calmly leaned against the wall and stared at Dean.
" I almost broke your wall, didn't I? If you just admitted your mistakes…this whole shit could end". He starts pacing around the bed. " Just say it out loud…you are a reckless brother…a bad son…you disappointed and hurt everyone who has been in your life. How hard is that?" He stopped in front of Dean.
" You must be confusing me with someone else dude. I'm not admitting a damn thing". Dean answered calmly. Was that it? After all that mind shit he wanted to break Dean with a bunch of lies? He'd been a great son, always obeying his father and looking after Sam. He'd saved more lives than he could remember.
Slowly, he approaches Dean until they were closely face to face. " I understand Dean. Truth is nothing but scary and painful. Having your feelings taking control of you gotta be freaking frightening…then why don't you allow yourself to accept truth?" He finished looking deeply into Dean's eyes expecting his reaction.
" Wow, Freud would be so proud of you". He puts on a smug expression on his face. "You saw right through me. Congrats". He got proud of himself for being able to keep his cool, at least this time.
Annoyed, his captor throws a punch at Dean. A hard, well intentioned punch to his jaw. He knew Dean was strong and hard to deal with, but he expected to have broken him by now.
Dean turned his face back to his captor cleaning his bloody lip with a finger.
" I guess I should've seen that coming". Dean said as he looked at his hands and saw the blood.
His captor let out a sigh. " I'm getting pretty tired of your babbling Dean".
" That makes two of us" Dean added.
He was the one tired of this shit. Chick flick moments were not his favorite kind of chit chat. Why people insisted on having those with him? Couldn't they just let it fucking go?
" I need some time" his captor whispered to himself the gave Dean a dirty look. " You look so tired Dean…maybe you can get some sleep".
Oh no…shit. Dean thought. He knew what was about to come " Umm…I'm good, not tired at all". He said simply. His captor offered him a bad intentioned grin.
"You are extremely tired Dean, your eyes seem to be heavy, your body is weak…you are sleepy… don't you agree?"
Dean tried to step back, and fight the sudden tiresome feeling that hit him. He could not remember feeling like that before…not even after a job. His brain seemed to be spinning inside his head. His arms felt heavy and his vision got blurred. Damn it!
" No…I'm…ok…I'm…" That was it, before Dean could finish his sentence; he fell on the bed into a deep sleep.
" You're tough, but I know your weakness". The thing said with smile planning his next move".
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Julie looked into Sam's eyes and all of the sudden her anger was gone. His puppy eyes were begging to just let it go without a fuss.
" Please Julie, my brother's in trouble. I'm sorry about before…I just…have no time to waste". He pleaded not wanting to disturb even more the peace of the hospital. " Please".
Julie lets out a sigh and analyzes him expression, then she looks at the guards holding Sam firmly. " Let him go guys, it's ok". She finally said. The two huge guards let go of Sam's arms and go away mumbling something not very pleasant. Sam nods his head to Julie. "Thanks" he says and hurries out of the hospital.
Sam stopped by a coffee shop, which was a great place to get information. Everybody liked to share their knowledge about the city's haunted place. Not if some disaster or murder had occurred, then they preferred to let story dies. Otherwise, they had a mouth full of excitement. The bad about it was…they were also great liars. All stories had extra unnecessary information, added to make things a bit more interesting.
He sat by a man who was drinking vodka. The place was quite typical. A radio playing old songs, the Tv on…some tables empty, the bartender cleaning the glasses, poor light. Sam and Dean had been to a hundred places like that one.
" Can I get you anything young man?" The bartender asked.
" A beer" Sam answered. " So umm, I've asking for some directions and a teenager told to stay away from certain roads…something about a haunted house". He began the conversation trying to sound as natural as possible.
" Teens, they are full of crap". The man drinking vodka said. Sam smiled in triumph, they had gotten the bait.
" I know, I was wondering about it though. After all, I prefer to avoid those roads myself, just in case. Not that I believe in ghost story". Sam said when the bartender brought the beer.
" Ghosts!…the dead are always among the living… believe me boy, you'd better stay away". The bartender said serious. " We shouldn't dare what we can't see, that's what my grandma used to say, and she was damn right".
" Bullshit Larry, you're scaring the kid". The man with the vodka said. " There is no such thing as evil ghosts. We are the ones who won't let them rest in peace".
" Why do you say so?" Sam asked interested.
" Here we go again" Said the bartender, who was sick and tired of hearing the same story over and over.
" The old house by the lake…poor family who lived there. Good people they were. Loving mother and father…the kids moved away after they got married…the parents died not long after they moved". He began the story.
" How did they die?" Sam asked.
" They were old, that's all. Died of natural causes. But everyone likes to invent stories… saying they had a pact with a demon".
" How come?" Sam asked, thinking the people could be right about that.
" They died at the same night, on the bed, holding hands". The man added some mystery to the last part of the story. Sam looked at him serious, trying not to laugh. All that sounded like a big lie, which didn't matter, he just wanted to know about the house.
" Is it hard to find…this place…I mean…just so I won't get to the wrong road by mistake?" He asked finally, cutting the crap.
" Not really, there is a road that…." The bartender started explaining.
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Dean woke up after a few hours, feeling a little better. His body was no longer so worn out and his mind had stopped spinning. That wasn't so bad.
He opened his eyes; his captor was sitting in front of him, looking quite happy considering the failure of his plan so far.
That's also when Dean realized he was not on the bed anymore. His hands cuffed above his head, by a chain coming from the ceiling, his feet barely touching the floor. Terrific! Can this day get any worse?
" Good afternoon Dean. You did sleep a lot".
" That's why I'm so handsome…I sleep a lot". He said finding his balance not to damage his arms so much…which didn't seem like an easy job to do.
" I've been thinking and I realized that using your memories were not being enough, so, maybe if I use a different strategy, I get to make you understand what I want".
Dean lets out a slight laugh. That didn't shock him at all. It actually made him proud of himself….for turning things so god damn difficult for his captor. He wished Sam would hurry up… worst rescue service ever. That thought amused him. Sam was probably considering all the odds, checking every little detail, asking questions, researching. That was him, wanting to know everything before making a move. You could follow your instincts just this once though.
" Ohh, I am dying out of curiosity". Dean said shifting uncomfortably. His arms felt very sore.
" Good. So tell me then, what do you regret in your life Dean?" His captor remained sitting on the chair gazing at Dean.
Dean smiles at him. What the hell was he planning now with that kinda question?
" Umm, let me see…I regret not…having sex with the library girl from my last gig…damn, she was hot!" Dean says satisfied.
His captor grins at Dean. He stands up, holds his index finger and breaks it with no notice. All Dean heard was his captor's finger cracking and his own index finger hurting like hell. His captor showed no pain at all, Dean on the other hand, let out a loud scream. God knows that someone in China heard his scream when he felt his own finger cracking too.
" Son of a …what was that for?" Dean asked. He had forgotten this tiny detail, all that happened to his captor, happened to him, the only difference was, the freaking thing didn't feel the pain, only Dean felt it…just like he'd felt the stab on his thigh… now his broken finger.
" What do you regret Dean?" His captor asked again holding his other index finger.
" I regret not…going to a Metallica's show…they rock.". He said not allowing his captor to take control of the situation. Dean was just waiting to hear another cracking come from his captor…and the pain to himself.
Right after he finished his comment, his captor broke his other finger showing an incredible coldness. Dean lets out another scream.
" I still have eight fingers to go". The thing said. Dean was painting. " What do you regret Dean?".
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Sam was driving being very careful not to lose the entrance of the house. The man had explained it was a narrow road, kinda hidden that led to this old and apparently haunted house.
He had been listening to Metallica. How ironic he thought. When Dean hears it, sometimes, Sam goes crazy, but now that his brother was missing, Sam felt soothed by listening to it.
" There you are" he said to himself when he spotted the small road. Now all he had to do was pray…for this one to be the right house. After a few minutes driving through it, he saw the lake.
Sam parks the car and steeps out of it. The lake seemed to be so abandoned, like everything else around. It was surrounded by trees and grass, some stones and some flowers.
He saw a tire swing hanging on one of the tress, it was very old too. Probably it belonged to one of the kids who lived in the house back then.
Slowly Sam approached the house. It's so big. He thought. He takes a deep breath and carefully heads to the door.
If I kept going this chapter would come out a book LOL! Still some more trouble coming, I hope you liked! Let me know:) leave a review and have a great day!
