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Den of Thieves
Chapter 9 – Pixies' Revenge
Dean was living his worst nightmare. He was covered by the little demonic looking creatures. Each beast was 3 to 5 inches in height with graying skin and tufts of long white hair falling behind their pointy ears. The arms were slightly long, hanging below the waist and ending in claw like hands which at this moment were doing their best to shred Dean to pieces. The eyes were dark as night and the mouth was filled with sharp pointed teeth.
Dean squirmed as the devilish creatures took great pleasure in inflicting pain on the helpless captive. Dean couldn't help himself any longer, he screamed. Just before Dean thought he would pass out from the pain, he heard his host order the pixies to stop.
"We don't want to rush things…there will be time enough for that later. Meanwhile, why don't we try to make our guest a little more comfortable…move him into the chair so we can have a chat."
The pixies pulled Dean over towards a chair in the center of the room. They quickly untied his hands and stood aside, daring Dean to try anything. Dean just shrugged and figured he'd play along for now. It took him two tries to get himself into the chair, his head spinning from the injuries he had received. Right now he just wanted to find a quiet corner and sleep.
"Good, as you can see, escape is not possible. Besides, all it would take is one bite from my little friends and you would come back…just like a trained homing pigeon."
"So, that's how I got here…must be pretty bad when you have to rely on munchkins to do your evil work…don't want to get those scaly hands dirty?" Dean could still put on a brave front, even though he was beginning to think that this might be one mess he wouldn't be able to get himself out of.
He was having trouble focusing on the figure in front of him. He still couldn't figure out if it was spirit or corporeal (as his college geek brother preferred to call those who were still alive). So far all he could make out was the pale scaly hands hanging from the oversized dark robe.
"They do my bidding and allow me to access to those who are outside my sphere of influence…but here, I don't need them to do anything…let me demonstrate." Before Dean could react, he felt himself being lifted up off the chair by his neck. His airway closed, he felt himself choking. Just as suddenly as it had started, the pressure was gone and Dean gulped in air into his sore throat.
"Now that we know who is in charge here…I thought you might want to spend some time looking at my collection…I don't get much of a chance to show it off anymore. It has taken me years, but I think you'll agree that there is not another collection like it in the world!" The figure snapped its fingers and an area in front of Dean lit up.
Dean couldn't believe what he was seeing…the big collection looked like nothing but junk…old camping gear, trinkets, eye glasses, bottles filled with God knows what…and his father's journal. Suddenly it started to make sense; all of these items must have been stolen from various travelers in the area.
"Ah…yeah, real nice. So, you have your little buddies here snitch items from unwary campers and then you place them on display…great hobby…must be worth what at least $20."
Dean felt a blow against his face, snapping his head sideways. As the blood started to trickle from the corner of his mouth, he decided maybe he had gone a little too far…he wasn't sure how much more his body could take and he wanted to make sure there was enough left to kill this son of a bitch.
"You insolent pup…how dare you question the value of my collection! Of course, it isn't as grand as the one that I had before those murderous thieves took advantage of my hospitality and stole my most precious items. Luckily they did not get the most important treasures…those I kept hidden…they were my salvation!"
Dean figured that he was now facing a spirit…a crazy one, but a spirit none the less. So, now all he had to do was figure out where the body was then he could get rid of this looney toon once and for all…of course, first he had to figure out a way to get out of this mess, or at least survive until Sam made an appearance…if he knew his brother, he was probably already on his way…at least he hoped so.
"So, you died and now you want revenge…aren't the ones who killed you already gone Thomas…or do you prefer Tommy?" Dean was happy to see that he managed to say something that actually appeared to shake up the spirit in front of him.
"You will know all soon enough hunter" Thomas snarled and he turned to leave the room. He motioned for the pixies to follow him. "Remember, the door will be locked, but it doesn't matter…if you try to escape, my friends will find you and next time…I won't stop them from having their fun!"
As the key in the lock sounded, Dean allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment. God he was tired. He took a quick look at his body and couldn't believe the amount of damage. Every part of his body was either badly scratched or bruised. Yet, luckily, even the claw marks, though painful, did not appear to be too deep. His teeth chattered, he needed to figure out a way to get warm soon or he would be no better than Sam had been after his dip in the river. He also had to figure out what was going on here and quick before Sammy showed up.
Outside the door, the figure waited patiently. He knew it would be a matter of time…no one had been able to resist and he couldn't wait. Soon, he would be able to feed again and this time, he would enjoy it…how dare the hunter make fun of him…he would soon regret his harsh words.
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Sam had started the 2 hour drive to the ghost town. As he drove, he tried to relax his tired muscles. God, he was so tired, but he couldn't sleep. He pressed the accelerator down further, praying that he would make it in time. Hang on Dean, I'm coming…just hold on!" thought Sam as he saw the sun just breaking over the tree line.
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Dean woke as the sun hit his face. He shook his head, trying to clear it and groaned as his weary body reminded him that he needed more than a couple of hours sleep. In the daylight, the place looked even worse than it had the night before. Dean slowly stood up, taking a closer look at the "collection" of his host. Without a second thought, Dean reached for his father's journal, checking it to make sure that nothing was damaged or missing. He stroked the soft leather, gaining comfort from the familiar object.
Dean started to look around the room further and found his jacket in the corner…Man I could have used that last night, he thought as he quickly shrugged into the warm jacket. He placed the journal safely in the inner pocket and began to see if he could use any of the other items. He quickly placed a flashlight and a couple of lighters into his pockets. Further along, he spotted a Swiss army knife and placed that in his pocket as well. Unfortunately, there didn't appear to be much that he could use to defend against the spirit or his little friends.
Dean looked out the window into the distance and his heart started to beat a little faster…he was sure he had seen it…his black beauty had appeared briefly at the top of the hill a few miles down the road. That's it Sammy…now we can kick some spirit butt!
The door suddenly burst open and Dean jumped as he heard the spirit scream "Thief…how dare you steal from me when I offered you the comfort of my home…now you will die!"
TBC
