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Chapter 4

The first parts of the plan are in motion and things are going well my master. The Winchesters will break and fall by your hands. But the younger one, I'll have to keep an eye on him. His brother has the physical strength and a strong will and mind, that is undeniable and unfaltering, but Sam…….he relished the word in his mouth. Sam has a powerful ability that he can't control, and his confusion and constant questioning of it makes him and his feelings very open and easy to read for demons such as you.

Yet, uncertainty was forever present in my mind, and this needs to be fixed immediately. This uncertainty has a good cause it seems, as the older Winchester Dean has broken from my spell. And he was sooo close.

Never mind. Good things come to those who wait. Right?

He disappeared in a flash of lightening and went to keep on eye on someone.

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Sam found himself just standing there. Why was he acting like this? Normally, if this was the situation he would be all guns blazing demanding to know if anyone had seen his brother and what the hell was going on. But not now. He was just standing there blankly staring at the empty parking space. The space where dean and his beloved Impala should be. And that space was…….well it was unfillable by anyone except Dean.

So why wasn't he looking for him?

He knew he should've told Dean. And now he was missing. One second of stubbornness and now he might've killed Dean.

He felt a podgy yet strong hand clamp down on his shoulder like a vice and all thoughts that it might be Dean were quickly vanished. Dean would never purposely hurt him. Never.

He turned around to find the whole gang of seriously looking bikers standing there with their hands across their chest, with a serious look on their face. Sam shook himself violently out of the trance he was in and fixed an ugly stare onto the guy who still had his hand on his shoulder.

"Yo punk! Ya know what cha did in there?" he pointed to the diner. "Huh? Do ya? The kind waitress in there told us ya name was Sam? That right Sammy boy?"

If anything Sam's stare intensified. Only Dean could call him Sammy.

"I see ya had a massive twitch when we first came over! You got a twitch Sammy boy?" He and his gang roared with laughter at his 'joke'. These guys were seriously drunk. It just matched them completely.

"You lost for words there Sammy?" After receiving no answer from Sam for the third time he was starting to get impatient. And the glares he was getting…..? Dude! This guy was signing his own death warrant! Was it him or had it gone cold all of a sudden.

"ANSWER ME!" The man roared. Spit flew from his mouth and landed with an audible splat on Sam's face.

Sam visibly flinched, and after wiping away the spit from his face, he started to walk away. He had more important things to do. Like finding his brother. He flinched again at how much time he had wasted.

But the biker wasn't going to give up that easily. He spun Sam around to face him. But before he could utter a single word Sam screamed at him.

"What the FUCK is your problem fatty?"

The rest of the gang almost broke their serious act there and then and started to laugh. But upon closer inspection of their own bellies, they realised that they were fat as well. They took it hard. Very hard.

Sam was beyond reasoning and totally full of rage, and it needed to be vented. Now. How dare these people just waltz right up to him and call him Sammy. If only Dean was here now……But Dean wasn't here and Sam had to find him. Hadn't these guys learnt how to give up? They're acting like a man possessed.

Oh God…….

"Christo" Sam muttered under his breath. This could make his situation a whole lot worse. He watched as the whole biker gang in front of him flinched and their eyes turned black.

Shit.