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When Reality Bites
Chapter 6 – Payback!
It was late afternoon by the time Dean pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. Sam had been quiet during the ride back into town. As they both exited the car, Dean went into the trunk to pull out a few supplies…he wasn't sure exactly what was going on…but he wanted to be prepared.
"Hey Dean…I think I'm going to walk to the library…maybe I can find out more about these deaths to help us make the link."
"Good idea Sam, but why don't you take the car?"
"It's only about a half mile from here…I kind of want to walk the kinks out of my muscles."
Dean wasn't fooled, he realized that Sam still wanted some time to figure things out on his own. But he also knew he couldn't force Sam to let him in until he was ready. "Ok Sammy, but be careful…we still don't know what happened to those guys who attacked you last night."
Sam agreed to be back within a few hours. In the meantime, he asked Dean to keep looking through his father's journal to see what he could find out.
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A few hours later, Sam printed off the last article he had found regarding the deaths they were investigating. In most of the cases, the relatives of the victims had reported that the person had been moody and appeared to be depressed before they found them unconscious. All of them reported periods of sleeplessness and other signs of some kind of emotional distress. But all of the relatives responded that none of the victims appeared to be suicidal or had any type of illness that could explain why they had fallen unconscious.
Sam stretched his sore muscles…his legs still bothered him where the pudgy man had hit them with the bat…the bruise must have gone all the way to the bone from the ache he felt. He guessed that he was lucky that the man hadn't broken any bones. Looking out the window, he noticed that it was getting dark outside. He better head back to the hotel before Dean sent out a search party.
Once Sam got out into the street, he pulled out his cell phone to call Dean. He was feeling tired and a little hungry…maybe he could get his big brother to come pick him up and they could grab something to eat. As Sam heard Dean pick up his phone, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. As he pitched forward, he heard a familiar laugh…"remember me?"
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Dean picked up the phone when he saw his brother's name on the caller id. He grinned as he figured Sam probably decided he wanted a ride…"Dean's taxi service…how may I help you?"
There was a shout and Dean heard his brother groan before the line went dead. Dean grabbed his keys and headed for the Impala…he knew his brother was in trouble and this time, he was going to get there before it was too late.
Sam slowly got up on all fours as he looked to see who his attackers were. The same guys from the other night stood around him gloating. Before Sam could get to his feet, he felt the first kick into his side. Sam reached out and grabbed one of the men's legs and pulling hard, knocked him off his feet. He was starting to rise again, when he felt another kick to his unprotected kidneys.
"You should have stayed down punk…now we have to make you pay!" the pudgy man sneered as he took his weapon of choice, hitting it against his hand.
"Hold him down boys, let's see how he likes being used for batting practice."
Sam struggled once again as he felt himself being held down by the other two men. They held his arm out from his side, pinning him so that he couldn't move. Sam yelled in pain as he felt the first strike from the bat hitting his hand. He bucked as hard as he could, trying to dislodge the men when he felt the bat hit again, this time he felt the bones break. The pain was almost unbearable.
Sam stopped struggling, waiting for an opportunity to strike. The men on top of him, loosened their grip slightly when they felt him go still. Sam gathered himself up for one last try…letting his anger come through, he heaved with all his strength. The two men went flying as Sam rolled quickly onto his feet, now facing his opponents. The men began to advance on him once again, but suddenly they were startled by a pair of headlights heading in their direction.
"Let's go guys…our work is done here…for now!" The men took off around the back side of the library and were gone by the time the car pulled up to the sidewalk. Sam saw Dean jump from the driver's side of the car, gun drawn as he looked for some sign of the men.
"Dean…they're gone" Sam moaned as he fell to his knees.
"Sammy…hold on!" Dean ran over to Sam, noting the lines of pain on his brother's face. He reached down to help Sam up and was startled when Sam cried out.
"Dean…my hand…I think it's broken!" Sam tried to cradle the hand against his body.
"Come on Sam…we need to get you to the hospital. Then I'm going to go hunting for those bastards!" Dean helped Sam into the car and headed for the hospital.
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A couple of hours later, Dean was helping his tired brother out of the car and into the hotel room. Sam had a minor concussion, more bruising and a new cast on his hand. Luckily the bones that were broken in his hand had been clean breaks and would heal in time. They had given his brother a shot to dull the pain and wrote a prescription for additional pain pills.
Sam stumbled as he entered the room. Dean reached over to steady him. "Easy there bro'…that shot they gave you is going to make you a little dizzy. Here, let's just get you over to the bed."
Sam wanted to argue that he could take care of himself, but one look at his brother's face told him that it wouldn't be worth wasting his energy. "Thanks Dean" was all he said as Dean helped him sit on the bed. Sam didn't even complain when Dean reached down to remove his shoes and socks. "Let me help you get undressed Sam…you just rest that hand of yours."
Before Sam could object, Dean quickly removed Sam's clothes, leaving him in his briefs. He quickly reached for another T-Shirt from Sam's bag and helped his brother into it before helping him get into the bed. "I'm going to run to get something for us to eat and to get your prescription filled…will you be ok while I'm gone?"
"Sure Dean…I'm fine…just make sure you lock the door…I think I've had enough fun for one night!"
Dean grabbed his keys for the second time that night as he headed out to get the food and Sam's prescription…and with any luck, he would find the men he was looking for and show them the meaning of the word fun.
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After Dean had gotten Sam's prescription filled, he headed to the local bar. He figured he could get a little information, a quick drink to calm his nerves and order food all in one stop. As he sat at the bar, waiting for the food, he noticed some men playing pool. His eyes narrowed as he noticed that on the arm of one of the men was Sam's watch. He looked closer and saw that there appeared to be three men, one of which definitely fit Sam's description of the pudgy man.
"Hey sweetheart…do you know those guys over there?" Dean asked the cute bartender.
"Sure…you don't want to mess with them though…they're big troublemakers around here. The cops have never been able to pin anything on them, but everyone knows they are bullies and thieves. I wish someone would teach them a lesson!" She said with feeling.
Dean thanked the bartender as he grabbed the food and headed for the Impala. Dean sat outside the bar for a few minutes trying to decide what to do. Luckily the decision was made easy for him when he saw the three men leaving the bar and heading down the street towards the hotel. Dean drove ahead of them and quickly parked the car on a side street. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his gun.
Before the men could react, Dean had knocked two of them semi-conscious and was holding the gun on the pudgy man. "Now, I understand you boys like to have fun by beating up people and robbing them…before I blow your brains all over this sidewalk…I'm going to give you one chance to tell me what I want to know."
"You wouldn't dare!" the pudgy man said, trying to buy time for his buddies to come to his aid.
"Empty your pockets lardo…now!" Dean ordered. The man took one look at the hatred in Dean's eyes and quickly complied. He pulled out Sam's wallet along with two white envelopes. Dean took the wallet and looked into the envelope. Each envelope contained a stack of $100 bills. "I'm only going to say this one more time scum bag…who hired you to hit on my brother!"
Dean put the gun right under one of the man's double chins and cocked the hammer. "You've got until I count to three…one…two…"
"Ok, ok…some guy that we met the other night…he paid us to rough the kid up…we weren't to kill him, but make sure that he was feeling some pain. I don't know who he is, he just appears outside the bar with the envelope and the instructions. I just figured that your brother pissed someone off…"
"This is how its going to be…you and your buddies here are going to get out of town. If I see any of your faces anywhere in this town or near my brother again…I'll shoot…do you understand me?"
"Sure, sure…you won't see us again mister!"
"Good…I'm glad we came to an understanding here…oh and next time you think about using a bat on someone…here's a reminder to help you resist the impulse." Dean calmly pulled the trigger, piercing the pudgy man's hand. "Remember…if I see you again…"
The men ran off into the night as Dean got back into the Impala. He smiled as he pocketed the envelopes full of money…well at least it was productive in more than one way…he got revenge, he got his brother's wallet and watch back, he even got enough money to keep him and his brother going for a few months…but most of all, he had gotten a lead!
TBC
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Raven524: So, I think I've hit a record here…6 chapters! Whew, my fingers are starting to tire. Will try to get another one out tomorrow…but if you want me to keep it up, remember to review! Reviews are my caffeine fix!
