Here's chapter 3. I swear, the brothers, just can't seem to get a break, can they? I hope everyone enjoys the chapter. I'll post the next when I can. I felt sorry for them myself
when I was writiing this. LOL
Chapter 3
Sam had been sitting nervously in the motel for 6 hours, thinking of a hundred and one things that were wrong about this. Still no one had contacted him about Dean. He couldn't understand how they got Dean out of that truck stop without anyone noticing. He was too good of a fighter to go down easy, so what did they do to him? He was afraid for Dean and there was nothing he could do but wait. Sam jumped at a knock at the door and ran to answer it. Standing in his view was Papa Theodore along with Frank. He startled at the sight of them and took a step back. The two men entered the motel room and closed the door.
"How did you get out" said Sam questioningly, trying to stay out of arms reach. He remembered what happened last time. "Where is Dean? Is he hurt! Tell me!" He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe that Papa Theodore and Frank were standing here in his motel room. He knew Dean was in a whole lot of trouble and it didn't look to good for him either.
"Your full of questions aren't you?" said Frank as he pulled a gun on Sam. "Sit Down!"
Sam did what he was told. "WHERE IS MY BROTHER?"
"Shut up. Don't say a word. You blew it Sam," scolded Frank making his way closer to Sam. "You didn't do what you were supposed to do, but Papa Theodore has decided to give you one more chance. I didn't want him to. I just wanted to kill you, like I did Tyler, but for some reason he has a soft spot for you." Frank pointed the gun at Sam's head and caressed his face with the edge of it.
Papa Theodore came over to where Sam sat and joined him on the bed. "I'm very disappointed in you Sam. You didn't do what you were supposed to do, that's true, but that's ok, this time." The man placed a hand on Sam's shoulder. An icy chill ran up his spine as he pulled away from the priest. "Your will is strong, and I knew you wouldn't kill your brother. The Master told me that this time, we would not fail."
Sam felt his stomach drop, but he would fight as long as he could. "I won't kill my brother, so your Master is wrong, again. I beat you once, I'll do it again."
"I don't want you to kill your brother Sam," he said, enjoying the banter with the young man. "The Master has already taken care of that."
"What do you mean by that?" said Sam and he was about to get up, but Frank shook his head in warning.
"Dean will die at sunrise!" said Papa Theodore nonchalantly. "The Master will have his sacrifice!"
Desperation filled Sam's brown eyes. "What did we do to you? We just wanted to help." He was lost in his grief. "Tell me where Dean is and we will leave and never come back."
"It's too late for either of you. You have both been marked for death!" said Papa Theodore. "Once it begins, it cannot end."
Sam couldn't understand why this man and his friend hated him and his brother so much when all they wanted to do was help. "Why? What did we do?"
"Did Dean tell you that he'd been here before?"
Sam nodded. "He said that he worked a job down here by himself a little while back."
"When Dean was here, he made the gods angry!" said Papa Theodore, giving Sam some understanding of their ways. "My Master is the ruler of those gods and he promised them revenge. He was to use you, but you failed. I knew you would. The Master had already told me that you wouldn't kill him. It was all part of his plan."
"What plan! What are you talking about," shouted Sam getting agitated with the story. "Where is my brother?" He tried to get up again but Frank hit him across the face and knocked him back down to the bed. Sam looked up at them, trying to piece it all together. "Who is this Master? He's the king of the god's? What does that mean," he asked placing his hand to his face. "Is he Satan? Is he a demon? What did Dean do to make him so angry?" Although he could understand exactly what Dean could do to piss someone off.
"He is not Satan, nor a demon," said Papa Theodore with reverence, "he is a god. He rules the underworld with an iron hand. All other's bow down to him. He is their king." He rose from the bed and looked out the window. "He is angry at Dean because he destroyed a lot of his kind on that visit. The Master promised those who remained that he would have his revenge in the sweetest of ways," Papa Theodore licked his lips at the thought. "Dean has been marked for death. The Master knew that if you turned against him, it would destroy Dean." He whipped back around and stared at Sam. "But you failed! So now, you are his enemy as well and you will both suffer the hand of your fate," he scowled at him. "Does that answer your question, Sam?"
Sam adjusted himself and again was in a sitting position. He stared in shock at Papa Theodore, while the words sank in. He didn't know what to say.
"It's very simple, we want you and your brother" said Papa Theodore making his way closer to Sam, gaining his attention through eye contact, "and you're going to come with us!" Before Sam could react, Frank took out a syringe and inserted it into Sam's arm. He jumped up, trying to scurry away. The two men looked at him with amusement.
"No. You can't do this," cried Sam and he tried to get to the door. Papa stood in his way.
"You will listen to me," commanded Papa Theodore.
Sam shook his head, but he was dizzy on his feet. What's happening? What was in that syringe? "No," he said as he began to stumble. He tried to get away, but the drug was working fast and he stumbled again. The dizziness got worse and Sam stumbled for the third time as the room began to spin.
"Did you think this was over" laughed Papa Theodore. Frank inched his way toward Sam, waiting for the full affect of the drug to kick in. "Did you think you were really free? I told you, you belong to me. It is not easy to escape from my hand!"
Sam grabbed his head. He fell against the wall and sank to the floor, his body becoming numb. He was awake but paralyzed.
"You will live your worst nightmare, but you will be awake," Papa said as he stood over Sam, watching his eyes dart around the room. "You will watch your brother die at the hands of the Master, and you won't be able to stop it." He laughed evilly. Frank picked Sam up like a rag doll and carried him out to their van. With Papa's assistance, they threw him on the floorboard.
Frank began to close the door when he heard Sam cry out, "please." He climbed in and rolled him over on his side. Frank smiled at their prey as he tied Sam's hands behind his back and blindfolded him. Now I know how they got Dean out.
"The drug will wear off soon," said Frank, answering Sam's thoughts. "You'll be fine, until the Master is ready for you. We don't want you to get any ideas about escaping, so this is just a precaution." He pulled on the ropes to Sam's limp arms.
"Frank," Sam pleaded, "We just wanted to help you."
"Oh, but you did help me" said Frank smiling, even though Sam could not see him, "When this is all over I'll be even closer to the Master than ever before. So thanks for your help." said Frank sarcastically and laughed, slapping Sam on the face, knowing he'd get no reaction from the paralyzed man. The two men climbed in the front of the van and sped away, with Sam in the back.
Sam still couldn't move but light feeling was beginning to come back to his legs and arms. He lay in the floor of the van tied and blindfolded struggling with the fact that everything always seemed to go wrong for them. Sam wondered where Dean was and he prayed he was ok.
