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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to update this chapter. I made it longer than normal for you though as an apology or something ;) I had some serious writers block with this one. It's my own fault for putting Sam in a position thatI hadn't thought about how I was going to get him out of. If that made any sense. But anyway without further adieu, I present Chapter 10!
When Sebastian came back into the room he was calm again. Sam noticed his eyes were puffy and looked like he had been crying. Sebastian sat down on the double bed and looked at the young hunter who was still tied to the chair.
Sam was tired and his wrists and ankles burned. The youngest Winchester had been trying to get free of the rope since Sebastian had left the room. Sam knew his brother was strong, but he didn't know how long he would last thinking Sam had died because of him.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you before Sammy. Would you like me to make you another sandwich?" Sebastian asked quietly.
Sam went to yell at the man who seemed to act like a scared boy but then changed his mind. It was obvious he wasn't going to be getting out of these ropes anytime soon. At least on his own that was. He was going to have to try another tactic.
"That's okay Sebastian. Thanks for the offer but I'm not really hungry right now. Maybe a little later." Sam said with a friendly tone and forced himself to smile, even though on the inside he was screaming.
Sebastian nodded slowly. He looked a little suspicious of Sam's sudden nice streak but put it down to the young man accepting what was happening to his brother.
Sam's gasp bought Sebastian out of his musings. He looked up to see the young hunter's face contorted in pain. Sebastian stood up and stared at Sam, "Sammy are you okay?" he asked, his tone timid.
Sam smiled inwardly. His geeky captor was going to fall for it, "My wrists, they burn! Oh god they, they hurt so much! Please help me!" he cried in a fake pain.
The shorter man came towards Sam with caution. He looked behind the hunter to see blood dripping down his hands from deep lacerations in his wrists. Sebastian stood back to face Sam, concern clearly written on his face, "Shh, don't worry. Lucy will be back soon. She'll know what to do. Can you hold on until then?" he cooed.
Sam made himself hyperventilate. His plan was to get dog-boy to untie his hands, then he would knock him out, get the hell out of this blasted room and find Dean. He just hoped he wouldn't be too late.
Sebastian looked scared. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. His hands were held out in front of him to try and calm Sam. But Sam kept up his sherade and didn't answer his captor.
Tears streamed down Dean's face. It wasn't fair. First he had lost his Mom and now Sam. His father was god knows where, could be dead for all he knew. Oh god. His father! How as he going to tell john what happened!
Johns face flashed into Dean's mine. Right after the Shtriga had almost killed Sammy because of him. John had looked at him different. Would his father even be able to look at him now?
A thousand different could-be situations ran through deans mind. John was going to disown him. He would tell dean he had no son's and that Sammy's death was all his fault. Oh god. No. No his father wouldn't say that. His father would tell him it wasn't his fault and there was nothing different that he could have done. The other voice in Dean's head told him different. You're alone. No one loves you. Why would anyone love a pathetic failure like you! Moms dead because of you, you killed Sammy and your father hates you!
"No. It's not true. Oh Christ it should have been me! I let Sam die, I killed him." Dean sobbed, his breathing hiccupping and out of his control.
Pure rage and grief took hold of Dean and he threw his fists at the closest thing to him which happened to be a wall. His fists went through the flimsy wall six times before he even knew he had acted. He pulled his hands towards him and gazed blankly at his bruised and bloody knuckles.
Dean retreated back a few steps away from the wall but stopped when his ankle touched something. He looked down to see Sam's bag. New tears welled up in his already blurry eyes as he bent down and picked up the bag containing most of his baby brother's possessions.
Lucy watched as Dean placed Sam's bag on the bed with as much care as one would use while handling a new born baby. She was sitting outside his hotel room in the crisp night air listening to the dull thump of loud music from the bar down the street from the motel. It was a perfect little spot that she had chosen a few days earlier. She could see inside the room but couldn't been seen.
She smiled to herself as dean pulled out one of Sam's t-shirts and held it scrunched up against his face. The older Winchester boy looked destroyed. His whole body was shaking with grief. His face was red and he eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying.
It wouldn't be long until he lost control completely. Lucy pulled out her mobile phone and dialed Sebastian's number.
Sam stopped hyperventilating, let his eyes roll into the back of his head and faked passing out.
"Sammy? Sammy! Come on please wake up!" Sebastian basically panicking started to shake the young hunter. Sebastian wasn't used to this kind of thing. Sure he was a grown man, around Dean's age, and a werewolf to boot, but he was really like a child. Lucy kept him on a very short leash so to speak, "Shit. Shit!"
Sebastian not knowing what else to do moved behind Sam and started to untie Sam's hands. Lucy's voice ran through his head yelling at him not to untie the boy. She had made that very clear to him before she had left with Dean. But Lucy had never mentioned what to do if a situation like this came up. Besides, the boy was unconscious, what harm could be done? All he was going to do was untie him, bandage his wrists and then tie him back up.
Sebastian had one hand untied when his phone went off.
Sam heard the phone ring, it was the chance he had been waiting for. He snapped into action hitting his unprepared captor in the face with his untied hand.
The geeky man had not been expecting the blow from the supposedly unconscious boy and fell back onto the ground hard. Sam speedily untied his other hand and reached down to untie his legs.
Sebastian however didn't stay down for to long. The hit hadn't hurt because of his werewolf blood but had caught him off guard. He quickly got to his feet and lunged at Sam who still had only managed to untie one leg.
Everything happened so fast. Sam jumped up and kicked out at Sebastian with the leg still attached to the chair, hoping the extra weight would help the impact. The kick was means for Sebastian's head but his midsection as Sam was not strong enough in his current state to lift it any higher. Sam hoped that the extra weight of the chair would help make the blow stronger. The wooden chair shattered and momentarily winded Sebastian.
Sam took the opportunity to pick up one of the broken chair legs and smash it over Sebastian's head with a sickening crack. His captor winced and dropped to his knees but did not lose conscious like Sam had hoped he would. The blow would have killed a normal person.
Blood trickled down Sebastian's face from under his hairline in a thin red stream. The hit didn't keep him down for long though and he lunged at Sam. The youngest Winchester fell back and landed on a broken piece of the chair. His ribs had already been in pain but now they were on fire.
Sebastian was practically sitting on Sam and for some reason he thought back to the little sparing match he had had with Dean back in Stanford. Dean had been on top of him then as Sebastian was now. Dean, he had to get to dean before it was too late. Using energy that Sam didn't even know he had had, he quickly flipped positions so that he was over Sebastian.
As Sam looked down at his captor below him, something inside him snapped. He thought of his mom, he thought of Jessica, of all the fights he had had with his father. Of the normal life he had never been able to have. He thought of all the times anyone he loved had been hurt. He thought of Dean lying in that hospital bed and the way he had accepted that he was going to die. He thought of all the people who had gotten hurt or died because they hadn't been able to get to them in time.
He thought of the look that Dean's eyes sometimes flashed when he was too tired of hurt to wear his protective mask. It was a look of guilt, pain and fear. Dean had too much guilt burdened on him from things that weren't his fault and that he couldn't have changed. Dean shouldn't have that guilt. Dean shouldn't have that fear either. Sam glared at his captor. Sebastian and his bitch sister had just put the death of him on his brother's shoulders.
All the pent up emotions that Sam had been carrying with him came out in a cascade of violent punches to Sebastian's face. Every time he heard the thwack of his fists connecting with the skin underneath him Sam felt that he was making things better.
Sebastian didn't know what had hit him. Even with his werewolf strength he couldn't dislodge the young hunter off him. He couldn't cry out, and couldn't do anything to stop the brutal beating he was receiving. After the first fifteen punches or so he blacked out, choking on his own blood and teeth.
After around ten minutes of non-stop hitting Sam relented and rolled off the bloody pile of flesh below him. Sam was breathing hard, physically spent. He didn't stay down long though. He untied the broken chair leg from his own leg and stood up shakily.
The unconscious guy on the ground could no longer be recognized as Sebastian. Or a person for that fact. He looked more like a pile of blood, teeth, hair and mushy flesh. Sam looked down at his shaking hands. They were covered in blood and his knuckles were split open. Most likely from when he had knocked the poor guys teeth into the back of his head.
Sam was vaguely aware that Sebastian's mobile phone was still ringing. He pulled it out of the boys pocket and looked at the caller display. 'LUCY'. Sam pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.
"Sebastian it's about time you answered the fucking phone! Are you okay? I won't be much longer. I give it about another half an hour and our little 'dean problem' should be over." came Lucy's voice.
Sam clenched the fist that wasn't holding the phone. Little 'dean problem'? She was talking abut Sam's big brother like he was an insect that needed to be exterminated. This bitch was going down. Sam listened hard for any sounds that might give away her position.
"Sebastian are you there?"
Sam kept quiet. Let her suffer. Let her feel worry. He could faintly hear the sound of bass filled music. It could belong to a bar. Hotels in small towns like this were usually near bars. It upped the local trade. Sam ran a mental check of the hotels near bars in this town. There were two that he knew about. He prayed silently they were the only ones.
"Hello? Sebastian?" came Lucy's voice which was now sounding desperate.
Sam hung up plunging everything into silence. He ran his hands through his hair. He didn't have much time and he knew it. Dean must be bad for that bitch to boast like that.
Sam rubbed his eyes wearily and left the room. He was going to find dean. He had to.
Just in case anyone was wondering, I had a little bit ofPMS when I wrote thisand I kinda took it out on Sebastian. Poor guy. But anyway let me know what you think or if you have any ideas or comments...I'm hoping to get to65+ reviews for this chapter ;) But until then..Catch you later and thanks for reading!
Mishka xXx
