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As they drove down the road, Dean's eyes clouded in worry. Was Sammy okay? Were they hurting him? Had they already---Dean shook his head to clear it of the morbid thoughts. He couldn't think like that. He had to stay positive. He and Dad would get there in time. They'd be able to save him. Dani glanced at Dean, then looked away.
"You're worried," she noted.
"No, I'm not," he denied.
"I can smell it," she told him.
"Yeah, well, he's my brother. That's almost as close as a pack bond," was the response.
"You know about the bond?" Dani asked in surprise.
"I saw a side effect," Dean answered. She looked at him in confusion. "Apparently, one of his pack members was shot and Sam started groanin' in pain," he continued.
"Yeah, that happens with the higher ups. Your brother's mate must've been been a pack leader," Dani stated.
"'Must've been'?" Dean repeated suspiciously. What had made Dani use that phrase? Had he made a mistake in trusting her?
"Sam told me that his mate had been murdered...about a year ago," Dani clarified.
"Yeah. She was," Dean said.
"Hunters?" Dani questioned.
"Demon. It just---ripped her away from him. Really tore him up," Dean answered. At least now he knew why Sam had taken Jess' death so hard. It wasn't easy gettin' over your mate...and the girl you had planned to propose to.
"Did you get it?" Dani queried.
"Yeah. Few days ago," Dean replied.
"Good," Dani approved. Then, they fell silent as Dean turned on the stereo. Dani rolled her eyes at the music, but didn't say a word. In his truck, John's eyes clouded. Sammy was a werewolf? And he had been taken? His hands tightened around the wheel. If these so-called hunters so much as touched his son, he would rip their hearts out. Oh, Sammy. You didn't have to be afraid to tell me. Did we become that enstranged? Did I really push you that far away? he thought to himself. Minutes later, both vehicles were at the campsite. Little did any of them know, Sam was tied up and being held in a cage. He moaned and tried to move, but the ropes bit against his arms and neck. Oh, I feel like I've been tied up by a wendigo, Sam fuzzily thought to himself. Man, he felt so sick. He couldn't move. One of the hunters walked up to him.
"How you doin', freak? Up to a little lunch?" he sneered. Sam growled.
"I could take you, if you hadn't drugged me," he said. The hunter laughed.
"Right boy," he jeered. "You think a freak like you could take on a skilled hunter like me?" he queried.
"Was taught by the best," Sam stated.
"That was your best?" the hunter asked. He laughed.
"When my father and brother find you, there's gonna be nothin' left. They're gonna rip your heart and spit it back," Sam threatened.
"I don't think so. See, nobody cares about your kind. They'll be glad you're dead," the hunter jeered.
"So how come I'm not already?" Sam wondered.
"We saw what you did to those foxes. We're gonna do the same to you," was the answer, as the man slid a finger across his throat.
"My brother has a saying when it comes to creeps like you," Sam told him.
"What's that?" the hunter asked.
"'Demons I get. Humans are crazy'. And I'm startin' to think he's right," Sam snapped. His eyes flashed. Back at the entrance, John and Dean walked up with Dani in between them. Both hunters were armed with guns and knife.
"Just stay between us," Dean murmured. Dani nodded.
"Hold it!" a man shouted. He and one of his friends walked up to meet them.
"Where's my son?" John demanded.
"The freak? Don't worry. He'll be taken care of," the man stated.
"Bring him out," John commanded. He took out a gun and cocked it, pointing it steadily. "Now."
"Be right back," the man grinned. He walked back to where they were keeping Sam.
"Someone here to see the freak," he told his friends. They approached the cage and grabbed the rope. Sam moaned when he felt the pressure against his neck.
"Don't worry freak. It'll all be over soon," the man whispered menacingly. Then, he pushed the youth forward. John, Dani, and Dean waited as they heard footsteps.
"Come on, freak. Keep movin'," they heard a man sneer. He came into view, pulling a stumbling Sam. Man, he looks really sick, Dean thought. He looked at his father, who seemed to have come to the same conclusion.
"Sammy, you okay?" Dean questioned in concern.
"Silver," Sam manged to rasp.
"You punk," Dean snapped.
"Let him go," John commanded.
"Why should I, Pops?" the man sneered.
"'Cuz I can be your worst nightmare," John threatened. Dani nervously stepped closer to Dean, who squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.
"Dad...don't...lose it," Sam cautioned. Just then, the other hunters surrounded them.
"Dude! Are you flippin' kiddin' me?" Dean demanded. Without waiting for a response, he pulled out a gun and shot at the attacking man. Sam watched as all heck broke loose. His father and brother let out shot after shot, felling each of his kidnappers. In the meelee, Sam lost sight of his father. Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind.
"Hold it," a voice barked. Sam struggled, but stopped when he felt something on his temple. He saw Dean freeze.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't do anything crazy," he said.
"Put the gun down, boy. You're liable to hurt somebody," the man sneered.
"Don't...do it...Dean," Sam said through gritted teeth.
"Sammy," Dean desperately stated.
"Third...rule...Dean. Don't you break it," Sammy scolded. Dean panted, but kept Dani behind him. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't let Sammy get hurt, but Sam was right. Their dad's third rule was to never relinquish their weapon to anybody or anything unless there was no other choice. But just like the situation with Luther, Dean had no choice. Dean put out a hand and placed down the gun.
"Dean, no," Sam gasped.
"Good boy," the man sneered. "Too bad you're a sucker, though," he continued.
"Wha---" Dean gasped.
"HEY!" The man turned and John pulled the trigger, hitting square between the eyes.
"Nobody puts a gun to my boy," he told the corpse.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
One last chap after this, and we are done. And after I finish my LWD story, I'll be concentrating on updating my various series.
