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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Sarah was happy to see Carl, though it made her nervous to see Ande watching her so intently from the doorway. She was starving and glad to see that Carl had brought something to eat. She was anxious to find out what Carl's plan was but understood that he couldn't talk while Ande was there. He left her the food and walked out with Ande closing the door. That smile made her ever more nervous. Her stomach knotted slightly and she swallowed hard, taking a quick drink of the water. At least Carl seemed to be keeping him at bay.
She heard them speaking harshly to each other in the distance but couldn't hear what they were saying. She heard them opening the door to Dean's room and figured they must be giving him something to eat too. She didn't know if the sandwich was just really good or if she was just really hungry. She heard the loud voices again and began to get worried. She started to get up off the bed and head to the door. About half way there she suddenly began to feel very light headed. She tried to take another step but her legs just felt so heavy. Then the gunshot sounded. It echoed down the hallway but seemed almost muffled, like she had cotton in her ear. She tried to turn back to the bed, but her vision clouded and she felt herself falling before everything went dark.
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The bullet ricocheted from the two walls and hit the bed. Carl put his gun in Ande's face and pulled back the hammer, "don't think for a minute that I wont pull this trigger. Dean, get the sheets from the bed so we can tie him up and gag him." Dean had backed away slightly and was glaring at Ande, "I'd rather just put the bullet in his brain like he wanted to do to me." Carl just shook his head, "can't do that, he may be useful later." Dean nodded and grabbed the sheets. As he moved back over to Ande, he quickly closed the door to make sure no one could see what they were doing.
They first gagged Ande so he couldn't call for help, and then tied his hands and legs. Carl slowly eased the hammer back into position and put the safety back on before returning it to his belt. Carl slowly lowered the gag and glared Ande straight in the eye, "what did you do to Sarah?" Dean had forgotten about her momentarily during the struggle. He inhaled sharply and headed for the door. Carl grabbed his arm, "you can't go out there right now. They think you're dead." Dean blinked, "Sam? What about Sam?" Carl shook his head and looked at Ande, "well, what did you do to Sam and Sarah?"
Dean's heart pounded in his chest. He was desperate to run out to find Sam and check on Sarah. Ande just glared at them. Dean couldn't stand the smirk on his face and back-handed him as hard as he could. Ande fell over on his side with an audible grunt and spit blood. Carl just stood back and waited. Dean pulled Ande back up to his knees and asked again, "what have you done to Sam and Sarah." Ande smiled through blood spattered teeth, "nothing to Sam. At least I haven't done anything to him. Sarah on the other hand is eating her last meal and I'm sorry to say it's going to disagree with her," Ande started laughing and Dean snarled, hitting him again as hard as he could. Ande fell back unconscious. Carl replaced the gag on his mouth and headed for the door, "Alright, you've got to stay here," he offered Ande's gun to Dean.
Dean grabbed the gun but stepped towards the door, "you better think of something else because there's no way in hell I'm staying here." Carl looked at him and their eyes locked. Carl knew that there was no way to convince Dean to stay so he nodded, "hide the gun and act like you're still a captive. At least until we can get into Sarah's room, if anyone's even in the hallways anymore. Most of them have already left." Dean nodded and stepped out into the hallway after Carl opened the door.
Sarah's room was only a few steps away and they were able to enter without anyone even appearing in the hallway. Carl cursed under his breath as they opened the door and saw Sarah lying on the floor. Dean quickly ran to her side, checking her breathing and pulse. Both were very weak. As Dean turned to tell Carl to call someone they heard a large number of footsteps coming down the hallway. Carl stepped back and immediately raised his hands, "woah, woah!"
Multiple voices were telling Carl to raise his hands and get down on his knees. At first Dean began to panic and drew the gun from his belt, but as the heavily armed men with automatic weapons stormed into the room, some continuing down the hallway, Dean quickly dropped the gun and got on his knees by Sarah's body, "please, she's been poisoned!" Dean looked over and Carl was talking to someone explaining that he was an agent and Dean was one of the captives they were trying to rescue. Dean's head was spinning, they cuffed his hands behind his back as someone picked up Sarah, he looked to Carl with pleading eyes as they took him out of the room and down the hallway towards the house. Carl whispered to him as he passed by, "I'll find Sam, don't worry."
Dean was taken out through the house to several black vans. Standing next to one was Special Agent Ayotte. As soon as Dean saw him he yelled, "Ayotte!" Waving to them to stop, Ayotte walked over to where he and the police were standing, "what were you doing in there?" Dean frowned at the condescending tone but his concern was for Sam and Sarah right now, "trying to rescue our friend since it didn't seem like you were doing much good," he spat out the words before he thought about them. Ayotte scowled at him, "you're lucky you didn't get yourselves killed." Ayotte turned to the officer beside Dean, "put him in the van until we can get everyone cleared." Dean started to protest, but was forced up into the van and Ayotte walked away. The last thing Dean saw before they closed the door was the paramedics working on Sarah at an ambulance, CPR, and Dean's heart sank. He just lowered his head and closed his eyes.
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Sam sat against the wall. He wasn't sobbing, but tears fell unchecked down his face. He didn't care about anything any more. His mind was strangely blank, he wasn't thinking about anything, just staring at a small crack in the concrete floor before him. Even the clicking sound of the door and the light squeal it made as it drifted slowly open didn't stir him.
A soft woman's voice drifted into his thoughts, not really his ears, just his thoughts, "Sam." It was familiar and he remembered her face outside his cell door earlier. Anger began to swell and he turned his head to glare at her, only no one was there. The door was open, but no one stood at it. Sam slowly stood up and opened the door the rest of the way. The room outside was empty. No candles, alters, people … nothing. Sam rubbed his hand across his eyes and face to wipe away the tears and looked around. Then he saw her, she was standing below the landing on the far side of the room.
She smiled up at Sam, then turned and walked casually down one of the water tunnels. Sam face twisted slightly in anger and he ran to the ladder and began climbing down. He could barely see her shadow as he made it across the water, splashing it and soaking his shoes and pants legs. He reached the tunnel but couldn't see her anymore. It didn't matter he was going to find her and kill her with his bare hands. He took off down the tunnel, never hearing the sounds of the FBI and police as they stormed through the complex arresting the men he'd passed a moment before without seeing.
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Several other men were put in the van with Dean, all handcuffed. Two officers sat at the back of the van and two officers sat in front, one driving and Carl was in the passenger seat. Dean and the other cuffed men were also locked to metal rings connected to the seats to keep them from being able to get up.
"Carl! Come on man, you know I wasn't part of this! Why am I still cuffed back here?" Dean asked once Carl had gotten in the van.
"Because we have to investigate this and make sure your interference wasn't on purpose. You may still be charged with interfering with a criminal investigation." Carl said over his shoulder.
Dean frowned, "what about Sam? Where's Sam?"
Carl shook his head, "he wasn't in the room. They haven't found him yet, but they're still looking. They haven't found Phillip or Damien either. We did find yours and Sam's belongings though. You'll have to explain the weapons."
Dean cursed to himself. "Sam wouldn't just leave without finding out about me or Sarah. He just wouldn't. This means they've taken him now."
Carl glanced back at him, "maybe, or maybe he's running so he won't have to explain the weapons himself."
Dean scowled, "he wouldn't do that, you don't know him so don't presume you can know what he's doing."
Carl smiled slightly, "yeah, most criminals say that about their partners. All I know is that you fowled up a rescue, interfered with my case, allowed the leaders of the group to escape, have firearms and no apparent license to carry them, and now your friend and the leaders of the group are missing. Maybe you were part of their plan to make sure they could escape."
Dean's eyes narrowed, "that would have to mean that you screwed up and blew your cover. Otherwise they wouldn't bother distracting you."
Carl frowned, "maybe. But we'll sort it out down at the station." Carl turned back around as the van was started and they pulled away from the house.
Dean took a deep breath, he wasn't sure he wanted to but he had to know, "what about Sarah?"
Carl's head dropped slightly and he paused longer than Dean liked before he answered, "We … convinced Ande to tell us what he used. The paramedics are taking her to the hospital, but I don't know her condition right now."