Disclaimer: This story has the typical violence you'll see in the show along with all the angst. I try not to get too off character or too violent, but I'm giving it a mature rating just to be on the safe side.
I of course own nothing and get nothing but the satisfaction of writing the story and hopefully making it enjoyable for others as well. Comments are always welcome, good or bad. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.
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Sam was taken down the hallway where they had found the ladder. It opened into a huge room that looked like a central point for the various spillways to come together and then flow down a larger main tunnel down below. They were standing on a large platform that overlooked the spillway below. Black candles lined the railing and back wall. The right wall had a couple of doors with more black candles between them. An alter had been put together near the back wall and a pedestal behind the alter against the wall had a strange statue that he couldn't make out from his distance.
He was pushed into one of the rooms on the right. He was searched thoroughly, they took his gun and wrist knife, then tied him to a chair that they brought in. Most of the men in the robes were older and left the room, hovering just outside the door whispering amongst themselves. Sam waited, unsure exactly what was going to happen, "where's Sarah?" he called out to them, "Where's Dean?" They looked his way, but said nothing to him.
After a while he heard footsteps and angry voices coming down the hallway. As they entered the larger room, Sam noticed the robed men bowing and backing away. Two men walked in, one was Phillip and the other Sam had not seen before. "Where's Sarah and Dean?" Sam demanded as the new man began circling around him, examining him, sizing him up.
"You should be worrying about yourself right now, Sam. Wasn't that your name? And the other guy is Dean, and our lovely female guest is Sarah. Right?" He paused and watched Sam's taunt face for a moment. "You can call me High Priest Damien. Now, Sarah was kind enough, well after some light persuading, to tell us where the book is and how to get it, unfortunately, there are cops at her home. You're going to get it for us."
Sam glared at Damien, "I'm not helping you."
Damien struck Sam with the back of his gloved hand hard and smiled as Sam's eye began to swell slightly, "of course you are. You will get the book and you will bring it back here. Let us just cut out all the huffing and heroics, shall we? I have two people that you obviously care about. Otherwise, you'd never have climbed back down that ladder. Right? Now I can threaten them with death, but I want you to think about the fact that there are worse things than death. Especially for Sarah."
Sam's face flushed with his anger and he fought against the ropes that tied him securely to the chair, "I'll kill you if you lay another hand on her!" Damien just watched and smiled with satisfaction when Sam's shoulders finally slumped slightly as the realization that he couldn't do anything sank in. At least he couldn't do anything yet. Damien turned towards Phillip, "have Carl go with him to make sure nothing goes wrong and get everyone else packing. After we have the book, I'm sure our guests will be more than happy to tell the cops everything." Damien walked out the door with Phillip, "it's time to move anyway. We've been here too long and become complacent."
Sam watched them from his tied position as they spoke out in the candle-lit area, Phillip look horrified. "You've got to be kidding me? My bookstore, my home, you just want me to pack up and move?" Damien just smiled, "remember who gave you those things? We do what our master asks and he rewards us. Everything you have now, you'll get again if you follow instructions like a good boy." Phillip stiffened at the condescending tone that Damien used but said nothing. Damien turned as the larger guy that had taken Sarah away came around the corner, "Carl, I have something I need for you to do."
Damien walked back into the room with Sam and Carl followed. "Carl, you're going to escort Sam to Sarah's house in the morning. You'll do your check-in every 15 minutes. If anything happens and you don't check in," Damien let his gaze fall on Sam, "then the other two will be removed from the equation," he turned back to Carl, "and we will leave here without you. Understand?" Carl nodded.
Carl untied Sam from the chair keeping a careful eye on him. "Get up," he barked. Sam stood up and looked out the door. There were still several people out there, including Damien and Phillip. Carl took the chair out of the room and closed the door, locking it. Sam was left alone in the empty room.
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Sam went to the small window and looked out. The room still had multiple people milling about talking amongst themselves. He picked out Damien and Phillip near the alter and Carl was standing a few steps away from his door. Sam didn't recognize anyone else. He turned back to examine the room he was in but it was completely empty. He silently cursed as he tried to listen out the window again to pick up anything he could from the group in the other room.
Dean found himself on a flimsy bed in a dark room, similar to the one they'd found Sarah in. His head was pounding and his ribs hurt. He struggled to his feet and looked around the room. "Sam?" He moved over to the door and yelled out the small window, "Sam? Sarah?"
After a moment of silence he finally heard Sarah's voice, "I'm here Dean, back in the same room I was earlier. I don't know where Sam is, though." Her voice cracked slightly with fear so she cleared her throat, "I don't think they brought him this way with us."
"Son of a …" Dean let his voice trail off as he began examining the contents of the room he was in. Unfortunately the only thing in the room was the bed. He quickly moved to the bed and turned it on its side. Examining the metal slats that ran horizontally and vertically, but were welded at the frame. The frame however was attached to the legs of the bed with heavy screws. He quickly checked his pocked and wrist for anything he could use, but they had taken everything from him. "Damn it! … Next time I'm just going to shoot them all."
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Sam paced around the room for a long time before heard the click of door being unlocked. The door swung open and Carl stood on the outside, "come on," he said gruffly. As same neared the doorway, Carl stepped back and drew a pistol, "no funny stuff either. I'm not in the mood." Sam just snorted and walked in the direction Carl had indicated. It seemed they were going back towards the house, and it was confirmed when they passed by the two rooms that held Dean and Sarah.
Dean was trying to bend the slats in the bed to weaken and break them when he heard the footsteps coming down the hallway again. Several people had passed by over the course of time that he'd been stuck in the room. Sarah was quiet and Dean had been trying to find a way to get out. He stood up and went to the window to make sure no one looked in to see what he'd done to the bed so far. "Sam!" His relief at seeing Sam was short lived; Sam's black eye and man holding the gun to him took it away in a heartbeat.
"Dean! Are you ok?" Sam tried to pause, but Carl just pushed him forward with the barrel of the gun. "Sam! Hey! Where are you taking him?" Dean yelled, but got no response. "Keep going, we don't have time for idle chit chat," Carl growled to Sam as he prodded him in the back. They continued down the hallway until they entered the small enlarged area where the other guy they had beaten up earlier sat in a chair. "You doing better Ande?" Carl said as they started walking past. Ande lowered the ice pack and sneered, "I'll be doing much better when you come back with him." Sam didn't miss the threatening tone or the wicked light in his eye as they turned the corner and left Ande behind them.
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Sam and Carl left the tunnels and the house the same way they entered. Carl indicated which car Sam was to get into the driver's seat and tossed him the keys as they both sat in their respective seats. Carl still held the gun, resting it on his thigh, but pointing it at Sam. "Let's go Sammy," Carl smirked, "and I strongly recommend you follow proper traffic laws. If we get pulled over I might forget to check in on time." Carl pulled out his cell phone and make a quick call, "we're about to leave the driveway, next contact in 15 minutes." He closed the phone and put it back in his pocket, waved at a camera, and turned back to Sam, "move it."
Sam started the car and pulled down the driveway to the gate. It swung easily open as he arrived. He pulled out onto the street and headed towards Sarah's. "So what story are you going to hand the FBI guys when we get to Sarah's house?" Sam ventured while escape ideas were trying to form in his mind as he drove.
Carl just looked over at him and smiled, "Exactly what were you two thinking when you broke in and tried to rescue her anyway?"
Sam frowned but didn't respond immediately. "Based on what you did to her, do you really think that I believe you will just let us go after you get the book?"
"Don't get all martyr on me there Sammy boy. If I don't make the calls you know what will happen to your friends. Besides, everything's going to work out just fine, you'll see," Carl smirked as he watched the road making sure Sam went in the right direction.
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Dean continued to work at the slats trying to break one off, but he just couldn't bend it enough to make it weaken and break. He didn't know how much time had passed, but the fact that Sam had been taken away scared him. He'd heard nothing since the two of them had passed by. Even Sarah was quiet. Dean was exhausted. He had no idea what time it was but he felt like he'd been awake for a week. Turning his bed back upright, he laid down hoping to get a little sleep to refresh himself.
Sarah had fallen asleep herself. Her wounds were not deep and she scowled at herself for crying like a baby, but then she'd never actually been kidnapped or tortured before. She'd faced the little girl's ghost, which was scary enough, but these people weren't ghosts to be beaten with iron and salt. These were real people, real men, who could very easily do horrible things to her. She slept fitfully and dreamt of Sam and that last kiss goodbye before he and his brother had left her.