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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Ande pulled out his gun and sneered at Sam. Carl stiffened and said, "I don't think so Ande. Instructions were to bring him and the book back to Phillip and I'm pretty sure he meant Sam was supposed to be alive when I brought him back." Ande didn't flinch and didn't back off either, "oh don't worry Carl, he'll still be alive." Carl and Ande glared at each other for a moment before Ande's eyes narrowed, "do you have a problem with this?" Carl shrugged, "nope. But if you kill him, I'll make sure Phillip takes his annoyance out on you and not me."
Ande laughed at Carl, "you're not much of a brute Carl. You couldn't cut the girl and you're not interested in a little exercise with the boy here." Carl just shrugged, "I use it when I need to rather than waste it on unnecessary activities." He waved his hand down the hallway, "after you." Ande grinned and shoved Sam with the point of his gun. Sam started walking down the hall again hoping Dean might have been able to do something to get out of the room he was locked in or maybe Carl would do something before Ande tried to use him as a punching bag.
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Dean heard voices and jerked awake. He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep. He jumped to his feet and ran to the door. No one was in the hallway that he could see, but the voices didn't sound too far off. He put his ear towards the window and listened to as much as he could.
Sam turned down the hallway where Dean and Sarah's rooms were. "Sam?" Dean called from his door. Sam tried to pause but Ande shoved him hard enough to almost make him fall, Sam turned to face him, Ande punched at him, but Sam was able to block it. Sam could see Carl on the other side of Ande standing there with a hesitant look on his face. Sam tried to counter punch Ande, but the bigger man easily caught his wrist, pulling his arm back and across turning Sam's body slightly, then punched Sam once in the kidney and then in the jaw causing him to fall. "Sam!" Dean was yelling his name trying to force the door open.
Sam was on the floor with Ande looming over him when suddenly Ande's head jerked back slightly and he stumbled forward. Sam rolled out of the way quickly as Ande hit the ground face first. Looking up, Carl stood with his gun held in his hand like a rock. "Damn it, I'm not ready to blow my cover yet. We have to catch them in the act of actually trying to kill Sarah or all they'll get is a kidnapping wrap. We need to get them on attempted murder and hopefully prove the other murders." Carl offered Sam a hand up. "I've got to take you to your cell. I'll come up with an excuse as to why I hit Ande, but I need you to cooperate." Sam's eyes widened as he gave Carl a "you've got to be crazy" look.
Dean was listening and watching, "Who the hell are you?" Carl turned towards him, "I'm an agent with the FBI. I've been under cover for over five months. This is the first time I've actually been brought down here and privy to their so called services. This is my chance to stop it, but if you guys keep screwing around it's going to break my cover and they'll escape to who knows where." Dean was antsy, "Get me out of here!" Carl shook his head, "I can't. Don't you understand, you have to keep up the pretense that you're stuck or it'll blow the whole deal." Dean growled and punched the door, but he knew that Carl held all the cards and was right anyway. These guys needed to be stopped.
Sarah had woken up and moved to the door. Sam's face was flush and his jaw was clenched, "you can't be serious," he whispered harshly, "there's no way we're staying here when we've got the perfect chance to get away!" Sarah swallowed hard, "it's ok. I'm willing to give it a try." Her eyes were watering but she refused cry anymore, "I want these basts to pay." Sam moved to the door and looked at her through the window, she reached up her hand and he grabbed on to it, "no Sarah, this is too dangerous. We need to get out of here." Sarah shook her head, "we're doing this Sam." She looked over at Carl, "but if you let them kill me I'll haunt you the rest of your days." Sam frowned, that's twice someone he cares for more than life itself had made that horrible joke and it didn't sit well with him this time any more than it had the last time.
After a heartbeat or two of silence Dean cleared his throat, "ok, we'll do it. Carl, you've got to get us some weapons or something though." Carl looked back to Dean, "I'll make sure you're freed in time," he glanced back to Sam, "both of you. Just hang tight and be patient. Their next service is supposed to be tomorrow night." Carl and Sam continued down the hallway. Dean called over to Sarah, "hey Sarah, are you sure you're ok with this?" There was a long pause and Dean wasn't sure she'd heard him, but she finally said, "not really, but I know it's what needs to be done." Dean nodded to himself, "well, get some rest then." After she'd acknowledged his comment, he moved over to his bed and lay down. "iSam is lucky to have a girl like Sarah/i" Dean thought has he cleared his mind and tried to get some sleep himself.
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It had been quite a long time since Dean had heard Ande cursing and getting up off the floor. He hadn't been able to sleep. His worry for Sam's safety was steadily increasing and threatened to drive him mad if he didn't get some kind of information soon. He paced back and forth across his room, looking out the window into the hallway almost every other trip by the door. He had talked through the doors to Sarah briefly when she called out asking about Sam, but neither of them had heard a thing from anyone.
There had been several instances where people had walked by talking quietly to themselves, but each time Dean looked out his window they had either walked too far away from the window for him to see or it was just the older guys wearing the robes. He hoped desperately that Carl would come back by soon, if only to let him know that Sammy was ok for the moment.
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They were underground, so there were no windows to let him know what time it was. Carl had dumped him back in that same empty room. Several people came and went from the ritual room outside his door and he watched as they brought items to Damien. Besides the alter at the end of the room, they were starting to set up another one. It was shorter than the main alter but longer. Sam watched as they laid down a black cloth that draped over the new one and set unlit thick black candles at each of the corners. He had seen several alters himself but these two looked different. Damien took a couple of things and told everyone else to leave.
He was trying to figure out what was so weird when someone new entered the room. A small woman, maybe middle age, walked past his door and smiled up to him as she moved to stand near Damien. Sam had never seen her before but there was a strange familiarity that made his stomach turn. Damien turned around and was startled to see her at first; he even started to call for help. Sam heard her make a low and soft "shhhh" noise to him. Damien's eyes widened and he fell to his knees. Sam couldn't see her face or hear what she was telling him. She was whispering too softly.
Sam's stomach continued to turn and he thought if he'd actually had anything to eat he might vomit it up. The woman spoke to Damien for a short while. Damien just nodded and listened intently. Finally, Damien stood up and pulled a case from under the alter; the woman turned and walked back to Sam's door. She smiled up to him, almost lovingly. Her voice was soft and seductive, "Sam, it's nice to finally see you in person." She took a deep breath and almost sighed, "it really has to suck that you can't keep the women in your life alive."
Sam's eyes widened and his breath caught in his chest. She blinked her eyes revealing her true self momentarily before smiling and walking away. Sam hit the door hard, "NO!" he screamed after her. He hit the door again, grabbed the handled and tried to pull with all his strength knowing that it wasn't going to budge. When he looked back out the window he could see Damien packing the alter items into the case. "Damien! Don't do this!"