Dean could feel his head throbbing and he could actually hear it thump. He lay there trying to recollect the thoughts to figure out what exactly happened. "Kay Dean, what do you remember last?" Dean thought for a minute, he remembered hearing a knock at the door, and getting his money out for the pizza guy. He remembered opening the door and seeing…"Jack!...That son of a…" Dean knew that his gut instinct about Jack had been right all along. And then a frightening thought occurred to him, what if Jack was possessed? The last he spoke to Sam, he was with Jack…so where the hell was Sam! What if Sam was hurt…or worse…"No, don't go there, if he wanted Sam dead he would've done it before Sam called me. So first step, get yourself out of here and then go find Sam."
Dean could feel something heavy holding his hands behind his back and his feet together. He could feel the cold floor beneath him and he could only figure that he was in some sort of basement or warehouse and that his hands and feet were chained. But why the hell was everything dark? He couldn't feel anything over his eyes. "Open your eyes genius!" thought Dean. Dean couldn't help but laugh at his own smartass comment as he slowly opened his eyes.
He immediately regretted laughing as a massive headache hit. "Note to self, try not to be so funny, your head can't handle laughing right now." That thought alone made him want to laugh but he held back. You know you've been in some pretty bad situation in your life when you're tied up in a warehouse and can still find ways to amuse yourself.
Dean scoped the area out and he could tell he was definitely in some sort of warehouse, a massive warehouse to be precise. The chains on his hands and feet were heavy and he had a feeling that getting out of these wouldn't be that easy. Especially since he was sure he had a pretty bad concussion since the room was now spinning a little and the boxes, which were located 20 feet in front of him, had all of a sudden become one big blur.
Once his vision became unblurred again, he looked around to see if there were any exits or escape routes, sure enough all he saw was wall, wall, and more walls. "Well that's just friggin fantastic! Sure wish I could walk through walls right about now." That thought brought a smirk to his face. "Walking through walls, now that would be a wicked gift to have." He thought as he mused to himself. "God, focus Dean!" Dean's head snapped to the left as he heard a door open from that side. "Kay there's an exit on the left, keep that in mind."
Dean watched as someone emerged from the shadows.
"Well, well, look who decided to wake up," mocked Jack as he stepped towards Dean with black eyes. Dean's theory was confirmed, there was a demon inside Sam's friend.
"Where the hell is Sam!"
"He's safe in L.A., I didn't touch your precious little brother, I actually need him alive and well," replied Jack, much to Dean's relief. Dean would've questioned the demons reasons for needing Sam safe, but right now his head was throbbing and all he cared about was the fact that Sam was safe and unharmed.
"You know Dean, daytime is not a good time for naps," continued Jack.
"I'll try and remember that the next time some freak smashes a friggin' baseball bat over my head!"
"Now, now Dean, there's no need for name calling, let's try to be civil here," Jack said smirking.
Dean let out a laugh.
"We can be civil alright, right after I get these chains off and I kick your sorry little ass all the way back to hell," replied Dean with a matching smirk.
"Well that would be a neat little trick," mocked the demon as his boot connected with Dean's abdomen, sending a whole new sense of pain as Dean curled up in the fetal position. Dean held in the scream as the last thing he wanted to do was give the demon anymore satisfaction.
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Sam sat on the floor with tears streaming down his face, trying to understand what he had just seen. "Dean…something's wrong, I've gotta get back"
Sam jumped off the ground and wiped the tears with his sleeve. First thing Sam did was flip open his cell phone and call Dean.
One ring…two rings…
"C'mon Dean, answer damnit!"
Three rings…four rings… "You've reached Dean, leave a message."
"Damnit," cursed Sam. He tried calling Dean one more time, but he got voicemail again. "Kay, get a hold of yourself Sam, this is no time for a panic attack, Dean's in trouble!"
This thought seemed to fuel Sam's brain and he realized the first thing he'd need to do is get a ride back Palo Alto. The only thing he could think of was to call Jack and see if he would let him take his car back to Palo Alto, and bring it back later.
So he tried Jack's cell phone and he had the same outcome as when he had called Dean. "God, they both pick the perfect time to not pick up their damn phones," thought Sam angrily. He tried Jack again but nothing. And then a thought occurred to him. Jack always bragged about how he had such a cool last name and that no one in L.A. had the same last name as him, because it was a name his great grandfather had made up.
Sam grabbed the local phone book from the cupboard under the phone and looked for the name "Wrizleman". Sure enough there was only one Wrizleman listed, and it was under Tom Wrizleman, and Sam remembered Jack mentioning one time that his dad's name was Tom.
So Sam picked up his cell and dialled the number.
One ring…two ring…
"Hello?" came the soft voice on the other end of the phone, had to be Mrs. Wrizleman. "Finally someone who picks up their phone!"
"Hi, um can I speak to Jack please?" Sam asked politely.
"I think you have the wrong number son."
Sam was confused for a second, was he so panicked that he accidentally dialled the wrong number?
"Is this the Wrizleman residence?" asked Sam.
"Sure is."
Okay, so he did have the right number, maybe she just didn't hear Jack's name properly
"Um, this is Sam, I'm one of Jack's friends from Stanford, we just drove down here a couple hours ago from Palo Alto. He mentioned that he needed to come down to visit his sister because she was having a baby, and I needed to come here for something, I was just wondering if he was there, because I've tried him on his cell but he's not picking up," Sam replied anxiously.
There was silence for a couple of seconds.
"Sweetie you must have mistaken my Jackie for another Jack. I don't have a daughter, Jack's our only child, and we haven't heard from him in weeks."
Sam's heart began to beat faster.
"Mrs. Wrizleman, I know this is gonna sound like an odd question, but does anyone else in L.A. have your last name?"
"Nope, just our family, my husband's grandfather changed his last name, and well he pretty much just made it up," chuckled Mrs. Wrizleman.
And then it all started to hit him. "Oh God…this means that…SHIT THAT WASN'T JACK!"
"Thanks for your time Mrs. Wrizleman, sorry to bother you," replied Sam and was quick to get off the phone.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…if that wasn't Jack then…shapeshifter or he's possessed. The visions, the dreams…it has to be a demon, so he must be possessed. Kay Sam think! How are you getting back to Palo Alto? Jack said the buses…oh crap, that's probably a complete lie too, son of a…okay still, buses won't run until the morning. You could always hitchhike…but then again with my luck I'll get picked up by someone who drives 20miles an hour. Think Sam think!"Sam was pacing now, back and forth, back and forth. "Rental car! That's it, go rent a car!"
Sam grabbed the fake ID he had brought with him and headed out the door. He got a cab and headed to the closest car rental place.
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Dean had curled out of the fetal position and was now back to laying on the ground with his back against the wall, facing the demon.
"So what's with the chains?" questioned Dean. "I thought you demons liked to do the whole "pinning people against the wall" with your freaky mind control crap."
"That's my father's thing, I prefer chains…I go for the dramatics," replied the demon with a sadistic smile.
Dean took a minute to process what he was hearing.
"Your father?"
"Yeah, you know, the one that ripped you apart from the inside out a couple months ago," laughed the demon.
The memories began to suddenly fill Dean's mind of that horrendous night. He could still feel his insides being torn to shreds and he could taste the blood that filled his mouth. It had happened months ago, but the memories were still raw in his mind, although he never admitted that to Sam, not even to himself. Dean took his eyes off the ground and narrowed them at the demon.
"You're father's yellow eyes?"
"His name is Hazazel!" replied the demon affirmatively. "And yes, he's my Father, and our leader. Oh, and my name is Azeel by the way."
"I really don't give a rats ass what your name is, why the hell didn't you kill me when you had the chance…why bring me here?"
Dean was curious now, it's bad enough that demons are involved, but the yellow eyed demon, or should he say, Hazazel, was involved somehow, this was bad, really, really bad.
"All in good time Dean, my Father will be here soon, I was just ordered to bring you here."
"Ordered huh? So you don't do any thinking for yourself?" mocked Dean, knowing full well how ironic that statement was.
"You're one to talk Dean, but I guess now you have no choice but to make your own choices huh, considering how your father's burning in hell." A sadistic grin crossed Azeel's face.
Something snapped in Dean. "SHUTUP YOU SON OF A BITCH! DON'T TALK ABOUT MY DAD!" yelled Dean as he struggled against his restraints. The yelling really didn't do wonders for his concussion and he could feel the chains digging into his skin.
"Testy, testy Dean, you know, you should really tame that anger of yours, it'll be the death of you one day. And for your information, this whole plan…it was my idea…see unlike you Dean, I do have a brain of my own."
"A brain I'm gonna smash when I get outta here!" yelled Dean.
Azeel stood there looking down at Dean, and with a nod of his head he lifted Dean off the ground so that he was suspended in mid air. "This won't be fun," thought Dean, anticipating either a blow or being tossed.
"Not if I smash yours first!" replied Azeel as he tossed Dean across the warehouse. Dean's head connected hard with the concrete wall and he collapsed to the ground in a heap, letting oblivion take over once again.
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Sam was headed down the interstate now at full speed. "Watch out for cops, last thing you need is to get pulled over."Sam was wreaked with emotion. How the hell had he and Dean not known that Jack was possessed! Demons are good at what they do but him and Dean are supposed to be better! And Dean, "I've gotta warn Dean before it's too late."Sam had no idea where Jack, or should he say, the demon, was. For all he knew he could be back in Palo Alto…with Dean. "No, no, he's not, stay cool Sam, just get back to Palo Alto, let Dean know everything and the two of you can go hunt that demon down."
Sam was mentally beating himself up for not realizing that Jack was different. The way Jack had tried to blame Jess's death on Dean, and how he seemed bitter at the fact that Sam and Dean were so close. Even at the Café when Jack had came and sat right between him and Dean and turned his back to Dean. None of that went unnoticed to Sam, he just didn't think much of it at the time because he was too excited to be with his friends again.
After the initial shock, questions started to bombard Sam's mind. How long has Jack been possessed? Was it yellow eyes possessing him or someone else? Where was he now? Why did he not kill Sam? God knows he had all the time in the world to do it. And then Sam had a frightening though. "If the demon hadn't wanted to kill me, then he had lured me away from Palo Alto so that…so that Dean would be by himself…with no…no backup. Oh god." Sam quickly grabbed his phone and dialled Dean again.
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Dean slowly started to open his eyes, as he came back to the land of the conscious. He really wish he hadn't though as he felt a sharp pain run from his thighs all the way up to his head. His abdomen felt like it was on fire and he was pretty sure he had at least one broken rib. He figured once he was out, Azeel, had probably come over and beat the crap out of him, because he had been throw into walls and had had his ass kicked enough times to know which one causes what sort of pain. And well this…this was definitely a mixture of them both.
He realized that Azeel had thrown him exactly to the opposite side of the warehouse than where he had initially been placed. "Okay so, now the exit is on my right." Dean had also had his ass kicked enough times to train his mind to stay sharp even after taking a beating.
"You know Dean," started Azeel as he stepped from the side. "For a hunter, you sure pass out a lot."
"Well, next time why don't you throw me into some pillows, I promise not to pass out then," retorted Dean with a smirk. He was in pain, a lot of pain, but he'd be damned if he let the demon see that.
Azeel let out a laugh.
"How are those ribs feeling Dean?"
"For someone who thinks I have anger issues, you should really look in the mirror," retorted Dean. "I mean kicking my ass while I'm unconscious, that's pretty pathetic don't you think. You scared I might kick your ass if we were even strength?"
"You…kick my ass?" Azeel let out a monstrous laugh that actually sent chills down Dean's spine.
"Yea, let's go, just you and me, no chains, I'll even let you pretend that you're Mohammed Ali!"
"My Father did say that you were famous for your smart ass remarks." Azeel had to admit, this Dean Winchester kid was holding up to be everything he had heard about. It was kind of amusing, it was going to make ripping him apart even more fun.
"It's one of my many talents," replied Dean, trying very hard to keep the pain at bay. "Along with kicking demon ass!"
"I don't see any demons here with their asses kicked, do you?" mocked Azeel. "The only person I see with their ass kicked is you Dean."
"Yea well, you knocked me over the head with a bat and then chained me up, not exactly a fair fight there."
"Well," started Azeel as he moved out of Dean's peripheral vision and behind some boxes. "I don't exactly do fair, if you haven't noticed already."
From the corner of his eye Dean could see Azeel approaching him, with what seemed to be…"Oh god, that stupid bat again. Okay Dean, brace yourself."
With that last thought Dean started to feel the metal bat smashing into his body, it felt as if Azeel had five bats instead of one and was smashing Dean into little bits with all five. His body jerked violently with every hit and he was sure that he could hear bones breaking, and he could no longer hold in the screams. Dean was pretty sure his body was going to give out again but then he heard his cell phone ring.
"Save-d by…the…r-ring." thought Dean. His eyes were still closed because the pain was too much to handle. His body felt like it had just been run over by a truck, that then decided to reverse and run over him again. He was in so much pain that he wasn't even wondering why his cell phone was ringing or where it was, he could hear himself panting and gasping for air, and he really wished that sweet oblivion would take over once again, well that was until he found out who was on the other end of the phone.
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One ring…two rings…. "C'mon Dean pick up you phone!"
Three rings…four…and someone picked it up.
"Oh thank god, Dean listen to me, Jack's possessed, he's been possessed all along, I'm heading back to L.A. but I won't be there for about another 4 hours or so. Keep your eyes open for Jack okay, I think he might come for you."
Sam was in such a panic to fill Dean in on what was going on that he didn't even realize that Dean hadn't jumped in to say anything and he continued to talk.
"Don't do anything stupid like going out to look for him ok! Just wait till I get back and we'll find him together."
When Sam finished his last sentence, that's when he began to realize that Dean was being awfully quiet.
"Dean…Dean are you there, did you just hear what I said?" Sam asked waiting for an answer while gasping for breath because he had just managed to say all of that in a matter of 5 seconds.
Silence, but Sam could hear someone breathing.
"Dean! Can you hear me?" Sam was getting worried now, why wasn't Dean responding? And then his worst fear was confirmed.
"I heard you loud and clear Sammy boy!"
Sam froze and his heart started to speed up.
"WHERE THE HELL IS MY BROTHER!"
"Easy Sammy, I see your brother isn't the only one with an anger problem," mocked Azeel.
"WHERE IS HE, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DID ANYTHING TO HURT HIM…" Sam started but was cut off.
"He's still alive at least, you can be thankful for that, but he won't be for much longer. Come to the abandoned warehouse, that you and Jacky boy once went to, and come alone…you bring anyone else, and I'll kill him."
Sam was panting now, for someone who didn't know what the situation was they would think that Sam had just ran a marathon. "He's still alive at least" those words kept echoing in his head. "Shit…that means Dean's hurt…"
"I wanna talk to Dean, I wanna hear for myself that he's still alive!" Sam was holding his breath in hopes that the demon would do as he asked, knowing full well how slim his chances were.
To his shock the demon agreed.
"Fine! Talk to your precious big brother."
Azeel bent down and held the phone to Dean's ear.
"Dean…Dean are you okay?" Sam knew he sounded like a baby but he couldn't help it, he was worried, Dean was in a warehouse with a demon…alone.
"S-S-am-my." Dean hated how weak he sounded but he had to tell his brother not to come.
Dean's voice was nothing more than a whisper and Sam cringed inwardly at how weak his brother sounded.
"Oh god he doesn't sound good"
"Dean hold on I'm coming to get you!" replied Sam as he held onto the phone so tightly like he was somehow trying to grab Dean through the phone.
"S-ammy no don't come…ARGHHHHH." Dean curled up and started to gasp for air as Azeel's boot connected with his broken and bruised ribs again.
"DEAN!" Sam could barely breathe. "Oh God…Dean."
"Well that was very rude of Dean," replied Azeel as he stood back up with the phone.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM…LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Sam yelled frantically.
"See you in a couple hours Sammy…you may wanna hurry up…giving me 4 hours with your brother…can you just imagine all the wonderful ways I can torture him!" Azeel let out a callous laugh and hung up the phone.
Sam was left panting, and scared out of his mind. He was going to pull over because he really thought he was about to have a panic attack, but he had no time for that. "Pull yourself together Sam! There's no time to be a baby, Dean needs you, and every second he's with that…demon…drive faster!!!" With that thought, Sam pressed his foot on the petal with full force and flew down the interstate.
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Azeel left Dean laying there coughing up blood, and entered another room in the warehouse.
He picked up the bowl filled with blood and dipped his finger in and started to turn his finger around in a circle.
"Father, he's on his way, he should be here in a few hours."
Silence…
"Yes Father, it will work, I have some more work to do on Dean, but by the time I'm through with him, he'll be asking Sam to let him go."
Silence…
"Yes Father, Sam will do as we want, I have a way, he'll give Dean to us."
Silence…
"I know Father, I know how important this is, I won't let my vision come true, we won't let Dean Winchester shoot you in the heart like I saw in my vision."
Silence…
"Sam will agree to it Father, we'll give her back to him, and we'll say that we'll leave them alone…and we will, but eventually Sam will be so consumed over grief over his brother's death and knowing that it's his fault, that grief will soon turn to guilt and anger…and then he'll turn…without even realizing it, he'll turn and when he does, he'll join us…it's like that saying these human's have, "to kill two birds with one stone", that's what we'll be doing Father.
Silence….
"If Sam doesn't agree to it, we'll just kill them both, you said it yourself that Sam's expendable, if he doesn't choose the way we want him too, they'll both just die, but he will Father, you'll see, he'll choose her."
Silence…
"Yes father, Dean Winchester will die tonight."