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Bait
Chapter 19 – Promises
Dean drove slowly up towards the old warehouse. As he drove closer, he noticed a van parked next to a steel doorway. Dean remembered that Sam had mentioned something about being taken in a van…this could be the place. Dean parked the Impala and pulled out his cell phone. He had a feeling that this was the place…he needed to alert his father just in case.
Dialing his father's number, he quickly left the address of the old warehouse, letting his father know that he was going in. Grabbing his pack and the cross bow from the trunk, he headed towards the building. He peered into the van, satisfied that there was no one inside, he continued towards the steel doorway. As he worked on the lock…he paused as he heard a scream from inside the warehouse…Sammy!
Dean carefully opened the door and slipped inside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He could hear soft moaning near the center of the vast warehouse. Moving silently, he followed the sound, hoping he would get there before it was too late. He cringed as he heard the distressed voice of his brother, pleading for them to stop whatever they were doing to him.
As Dean rounded the corner of a stack of crates, he stopped unable to accept what his eyes were seeing. He saw Sammy strapped to a metal table, and two vampires biting into his flesh. Without thinking he pulled the cross bow out and took aim at the closest vampire. The arrow flew through the air and hit the vampire in the back, causing it to scream in agony before falling to the ground. The other vampire quickly ran off behind some crates, cursing as it went.
Dean hurried towards his brother and couldn't stop the tears from falling. Sam was bleeding from many wounds, both old and new on his chest, arms and legs. His brother's eye was almost completely swollen shut. "Shhh…Sammy…it's ok…I'm here…you're safe little brother…it's all over!" Dean reached over and quickly cut the ropes that bound his brother to the table. Sam immediately rolled into a ball, holding his stomach. Tears were falling from his face as he continued to mumble. "Please stop…please…I can't take it…just make it stop!"
Dean kept an eye out for the other vampire as he reached over to gently grab Sammy's face. Looking into his brothers eyes, he tried to get Sam's attention. "Sammy…Sam…can you hear me?" At first, Dean thought that his brother wasn't going to respond. But suddenly, he felt his brother look at him as if seeing him for the first time.
"Dean…Oh God…tell me it's you!" Sam was afraid to believe that his big brother was standing in front of him.
"In the flesh, Sam…can you sit up for me?" Dean helped his brother sit on the edge of the table. Removing his own jacket he placed it on Sam's shoulders.
"Dean…Stephen…where is he?" Sam looked fearfully into the darkness.
"I'm not sure, but I need to get you out of here first…Dad is on his way…don't worry, we'll get the bastard!"
"No…No…Dean, listen…you have to find him now…don't let him get away. I'll be fine, just leave me a weapon." Sam could barely keep his head up and only had vision in the one eye, but he was determined that this would end tonight.
Dean saw the determination in his brother's face. He sighed as he handed Sam the Machete from his pack. "Ok Sam…do you think you can handle this? It's been wiped with dead man's blood…you know what to do if he comes this way…just yell, I won't be far!" Dean paused trying to gauge if Sam had heard him or not.
"Just go Dean or you'll lose him…I'll be fine until Dad gets here…I'm sure he's right behind you!" Sam sighed.
Dean nodded at Sam and took off in the direction of the other vampire. He would deal with the girl when he got back. She was unconscious from the dead man's blood on the arrow. Dean just hoped that Stephen had not gotten away…he wanted to be the one to kill the son of a bitch!
Sam rocked slightly back and forth, trying to get warm. The pain in his stomach was beginning to subside, but the bites all over his body still throbbed. He felt dizzy and light headed, probably from the loss of blood. He looked fearfully around the warehouse, praying that either Dean or his father would get back soon…he almost gave in to the darkness that was threatening to consume him when he heard a slight moan.
Sam slid off the table, grabbing the edge to keep him self upright. He wasn't sure that he could raise the machete but the weight in his hand made him feel less helpless. As he staggered over to the other side of the table, his breath caught in his throat. Sheila lay on her side, an arrow sticking out of her chest. She was unconscious…but Sam knew that as soon as the dead man's blood worked its way through her system, she would wake up and be strong again.
He pulled the arrow from Sheila's body and tossed it off to the side. Sam gently rolled Sheila onto her back, noticing the trace of tears mixed with his blood on her face. Images of their brief time together ran through his mind as he tried to bring himself to do what he knew had to be done. "I'm so sorry Sheila…I never meant for any of this to happen!" Sam raised the machete and completed his promise to the beautiful young woman.
As the machete dropped from his fingers, Sam felt himself breaking. He sank down on his knees beside Sheila…the newest pain too great for him to bear. He waited for the tears to come…but none came…he felt hollow and yet full…full of so much anger and hatred, he thought he would burst into flame.
"Sammy…I'm sorry, but I….Sammy…Sam!" Dean had searched for Stephen, but was not able to find him. He figured the coward had fled rather than face extinction. He headed back to get Sam…once Sam was safe, he would hunt the bastard down and make him suffer! Expecting to see his brother where he left him…he panicked as he saw the empty table.
"Damn it Sammy answer me!" Dean ran over to the table and stopped as he saw his brother sitting on the floor next to Sheila. "Aw…Sam…I told you I would take care of it for you…Sam?" Dean didn't like the vacant stare coming from his brother's eyes. His shoulders were slumped, his hands laying loosely in his lap. Dean moved carefully towards his brother not wanting to scare him.
"Sam…it's me Dean…you're safe, let me help you…will you let me help you?" Dean asked, watching for a reaction from his brother. But Sam just sat, unmoving. "Come on Sam…don't give up on me now…just give me your hand and let me get you out of here." Dean could feel the tears forming, but refused to let them fall. He knew that Sam had suffered through quite a bit, but somehow he always managed to come through. He had to believe that this time would be no different.
"That's ok Sam…you just let me do the work." Dean helped Sam stand and moved him away from Sheila's body. He would come back and take care of her as soon as he got Sam into the car. He didn't want Sam to see him burning the body. "Sit here for a minute Sam, I just want to grab my bag over there and then we'll head for the car."
Dean watched as Sam followed his commands without a sound. Dean missed the sound of his brother's voice…what he wouldn't do to hear one of Sam's wise cracks right now. He placed his jacket once again around his brother's shoulders, trying to keep him as warm as he could. "Just stay right here…I'll be right back!"
Dean hurried to grab the bag that he had dropped when he saw the empty table. Keeping his eye on Sam, he never saw the body hurdling towards him from the top of a stack of crates. As Dean hit the ground unconscious, the vampire turned towards the quiet figure on the table. "You killed her…you bastard…you killed my mate and now you can watch as I kill your brother...and then I will kill you!"
TBC
Raven524: Sorry for the delay…but 4th of July festivities intruded today…here is the next chapter. Once again, thanks for all the wonderful reviews…I will try to answer them as soon as I can!
