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Den of Thieves
Chapter 8 – Search for Dean
He gazed towards the woods as he heard a soft voice on the wind…"Dean….son…come to me…I need you…come!"
Dean stood up and looked towards the source of the sound…as he walked into the woods he muttered a single word "Mom".
The woods were silent once more…
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Sam began moaning in his sleep as he tossed and turned in his bed roll. He was back at the old house again. This time, he decided to enter the house. As he walked in he felt a presence, an evil force…but whether it was spirit, poltergeist or demon…he couldn't tell.
Suddenly he heard high pitched giggling outside. He looked out the front window and was horrified to see a large group of pixies, roughly dragging Dean towards a hole in the ground. Dean looked to be in bad shape…the fact that he wasn't struggling meant that he was probably badly injured or worse.
Sam ran out towards the pixies, but before he could get to the edge, he saw them push his brother in to the hole.
"Dean….no….Dean!" shouted Sam as he sat up gazing around for the familiar presence. Normally, his brother would have been there to comfort him…but now all Sam heard was a few crickets in the distance.
"Dean…damn it Dean where are you?" shouted Sam again as he tried to untangle himself from the bed roll.
Dean's bed roll was still laid out by the fire and his backpack was right next to Sam's. Sam tried to take a calming breath as he willed the dull ache in his head to subside. His ribs still hurt and he was still feeling a little dopey from the pain pills Dean had given him. Sam rose slowly, looking around, but nothing could be seen except…the moonlight glinting off something on the edge of the clearing. As Sam drew close to the object, he knew for certain that something was wrong…it was Dean's gun….and a little further in he thought he saw a slight golden trail.
Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He hoped that it would get a signal out here. He punched in Dean's speed dial number, but all he got was his brother's voice mail. Great…just great…if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation and the lingering fear from his latest nightmare…Sam would have thought this was funny…Dean taken by Pixies…he just hoped he would be able to tease his brother about it some day.
Sam quickly gathered up their equipment and decided to head back to the car…he didn't need to follow the pixie trail any further…after all he knew where they were headed. Now if he could only get to the car and get to the ghost town before his vision/nightmare became a reality.
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Dean continued to stumble through the forest, his eyes unseeing, following the voice he heard on the wind. He tumbled down a steep embankment, falling into a small stream. Yet, he still rose silently and followed.
The pixies were having fun at his expense. They made sure to lead him through the densest part of the forest. They were still peeved at his comments earlier about them. By the time they were through with Dean Winchester, he would no longer make fun of them.
Finally, Dean approached an old house. He had scratches and bruises everywhere. His clothes had not faired much better…even his prized favorite T-Shirt was torn and shredded beyond repair. Yet, Dean still did not appear to feel the pain. He simply walked into the house and began looking around…"Mom…I'm here…Mom…please, let me see you…I just need to see you…please?" Tears were streaming down his face as he tried desperately to find her.
The only response to Dean's request was a harsh laugh. "Welcome hunter…how does it feel to be the hunted?"
The figure in the house did not expect an answer, not yet. It would still be a few hours before the toxin from the pixie bite wore off. "Take him into my collection room and tie him securely my friends…you have done very well…very well in deed. Now we just need to wait for the other to show up…then the fun can really begin!"
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It seemed an eternity before Sam reached the black Impala. His bruised ribs combined with the lingering effects of the dream had sapped most of his energy. He threw the equipment into the trunk of the car and pulled out the local map. Once he had the location, he picked up his cell phone one more time. Please be there…he thought as he dialed his father's number. I think I might need back up on this one!
The phone rang three times before John Winchester picked it up. Sam couldn't believe that he was talking directly to his father…he figured he would have to leave a message.
"Sammy…what is it…what's wrong?" his father's voice demanded.
"Well, Dad, ummm…you see, I think Dean has been kidnapped by the pixies!" Before his father could respond, Sam immediately related to him what had happened since Dean's call, including what he had seen in his latest visions. He waited for the tirade to start…after all he and Dean had certainly bungled things so far.
"Sammy" John Winchester said quietly, he could hear the stress in his youngest son's voice. While John had confidence in his youngest son's abilities to handle almost anything…he knew that Sam still needed to learn to trust in himself.
"Sammy…listen to me…I have been doing a little more research on the local legends in the area. You are most likely up against more than just pixies here son."
"I know Dad, even without my visions, the actions of these pixies were too well organized…aren't they usually just more mischievous than malicious?"
"Yes, usually...but in this case I think your Thomas Gallagher may actually be behind the whole thing. It appears that before he disappeared, he had been dabbling in black magic. Part of his collection near the end seemed to focus on things associated with the dark arts. If he was killed, you may be dealing with a powerful spirit."
"Great…so basically, we are still not sure what I'm going up against!" Sam sighed with frustration; while he disliked hunting…he particularly disliked hunting when he wasn't sure who the enemy was.
"Ummm…Dad, where are you?"
There was a brief silence on the end of the phone. Sam figured that his father would probably give him the same old line about it not being safe for him to know where he was. However, Sam was in for another shock when he heard his father say "Somewhere in California Sam…you know cell phones aren't secure, so I won't give you may exact location…but I was checking the flights, the soonest I can be at your location would be tomorrow night…until then, you'll have to try to handle this on your own."
"I know Dad, it's just that, well…"
John heard the uncertainty in his son's voice. He wished that he was closer to them, but there was nothing for it at this point. "Sam, you can do this…now follow your training and get your brother out of there…we'll tackle the rest when I get there…get going now…you're brother needs you!"
"Yes, sir!" Sam replied as he hung up the phone. He immediately dialed a second number used by his father, blocking where the call was coming from, he gave coordinates to where the old house stood. Sam then calmly began getting things ready, since he didn't know exactly what he would be up against; he would be carrying a pretty heavy back pack. He just hoped he had everything he needed…both his and Dean's life would depend on it.
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Dean slowly became aware of his surroundings. After a few moments, he began to wish that he was still unconscious. He groaned as he began to feel the numerous cuts and bruises all over his body. He was also damp and chilled to the bone. His head ached something fierce and he could feel the wetness on his cheeks as if he had been crying…although, he couldn't figure out why, he felt as if he had lost something precious to him…again. Worse yet, he was tightly tied in a dark room and had no idea how he got there.
Suddenly, a figure appeared within his line of site. The heavily cloaked figure laughed as Dean tried to sit up. After struggling for a few more minutes, Dean gave in to his exhaustion and waited to see what would happen next.
"Welcome young hunter…welcome to my home. I hope you find the accommodations to your liking?"
"Well, I gotta tell you, I don't think this place will be shown in Better Homes and Gardens anytime soon…jeez, haven't you heard of paint?"
Dean felt something grab his hair and pull while he felt another set of claws tearing at his back. He held back his screams and just grunted from the pain. However his eyes opened wider when he got a good look at his new tormentors.
"I'd like to introduce you to my friends…although I understand you've already met!"
Dean was getting his first close up look at the pixies…Man, where is Tinker Bell when I need her, he thought as he was suddenly covered by the little beasts.
TBC
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Raven524: Warning…things are about to get dark again for our boys…let me know if you like where this is going. Keep those reviews coming!
