I almost cried when I wrote this chapter, it definitely classifies as a Hurt!Dean angst bit…please don't get to depressed Dean lovers, I'm right there with ya (actually I'm one of ya but I'm the writer so, well, its my fault…) in other words don't me :'(
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Chapter 18
"…And as far as escape routes go,"
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The first rays of sunlight poked through the blinds of the motel window. Hannah slowly opened her eyes and sat up, head complaining slightly from her injury. Amanda was sitting up on the bed across from her looking sullen.
"Mornin'," Hannah said, rubbing her temples which eased the pain a little.
"Hey." Was all she got in reply.
"Where's Sam and Dean?"
Amanda handed her the piece of paper that bore Sam's note to them, she quickly read the note and handed it back to her friend, "So?"
"So, I found this note 2 hours ago and not a word from the boys since."
"Do we have their cell phone numbers?"
"No, never got a chance to ask."
Hannah's eyes suddenly widened in horrified realization, "Amanda, we have to get to the warehouse, now." She said urgently.
"What?…..Why?...Hannah, what are you talking abouty?"
Hannah didn't hear her, she was already wrapped up in grabbing anything she thought might be useful and shoving it into a duffel bag, "I knew I should have dream…" she mumbled, "It's all my fault—" she suddenly stopped in the middle of the room, "Amanda? Where are my car keys?"
Though still confused, and slightly worried by her friends behavior, she managed to stammer, "I—i put them over there." She pointed to the desk near the room's entrance.
Hannah rushed over to the desk and scoured the surface looking for her keys, but after about 15 seconds, she looked up in disbelief , "They—their not here…I can't believe…he took them?" The words came out as a mixture of anger and astonishment.
Amanda expression was the same as she came to the frustrating realization that Sam and Dean had, in fact, gone off on their own, and clearly didn't want Hannah and Amanda following them.
She looked at Hannah, who was now deep in thought as to what they should do. Suddenly, it was as if a light bulb had gone off in her head, "Amanda, bring me that rubber wedge that holds the door open." She barked, "And I need to find a wire coat hanger."
Amanda was slightly at being ordered around but now wasn't the time to argue. She quickly grabbed the wedge and followed Hannah, who had the coat hanger in hand, out the door and to the awaiting Volkswagen.
When they reached the car, Amanda handed the wedge to Hannah. She took it and shoved it the door from the Driver's seat window. Amanda watched in amazement as Hannah untwisted the coat hanger and bent the end into a small hook. Then, she inserted it into the window gap and fished around until it caught onto something. she pulled up and they both watched as the little plastic knob that signals whether the door is locked or not, popped up.
"Heh, still got it." Hannah smirked, yanking the door open.
"Where the hell did you learn something like that?" Amanda asked, watching her friend get down on her knees near the gas and break pedals and begin fiddling with two red wires.
"When you grow up without a mom, it's a little hard not to learn everything from you dad, and let me tell you, there is nothing wrong with a being a motor-head…." She paused to laugh as the car sprung to life, "Nuthin' wrong with the band, either. Now get in we don't have much time."
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"Hannah, we can't go to the warehouse just yet." Amanda told her friend as they pulled out of the parking lot.
"Why not?" Hannah said worriedly, stopping the car short.
"We don't have the Colt."
Hannah nodded in understanding, "Right, then 'Hunter's Choice' is our first stop…I hope Oliver has that gun finished." She said with a sigh, and sped off in the direction of the shop.
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"Sam? ...Sammy wake up." Dean called to his brother.
Nelman and the other vampires had gone to take a quick nap and Kate had soon gotten tired of monologing so she too went to join them, leaving Dean alone with his brother, who was still slumped in his chair, unconscious.
After a few more attempts on Dean's part, Sam finally stirred. He slowly lifted his head up and squinted into the darkness, "Dean?" he asked weakly.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief, "Dude, your awake…" with the immediate worry gone (a.k.a. knowing Sam was alright for the time being) he switched into sarcastic mode, "Thought I'd have to stand here like an idiot with no one to talk to until her royal b!tchyness got back."
Sam ignored him and tried to move, finding he'd been chained tightly to the chair he was sitting in. he struggled for a second, testing his bonds, then relaxed with a sigh, "So…they got you too." He said flatly looking at Dean's wrists.
"Yep…but if I was here first, how come you get the chair?"
"Dean, this is hardly the time."
"Sorry…'spose now I explain how I got here?"
"That won't help our situation at all, but go for it."
"Fine. Back when we were doin' our little stakeout thing, I noticed you were MIA, so I walked further on—"
"You didn't even think of waiting or, you know, 'hey, Sam, you there?' that would have worked."
"I didn't want to blow our cover, besides you're a big boy, I figured you could handle things." In truth he had been worried out of his skull, but he wasn't about to tell Sam that bit of information, "Anyway, found another dude who looked like he'd crossed a paper shredder and who knows what the hell happened to the poor ba$tard's body now. Then that vampire chick, Kate, shows up and next thing I know I'm…but, hey, that's nothin' compared to what you look like you got yourself in."
"It's a little less heroic that what it looks like. You had turned a corner, or something, and I got…well…lost. I saw another flashlight move off in a different direction. I figured it was you, so I followed it and ended up in a ambush, more or less. Whatever damage there was, was pretty much my attempt to get them off me and it obviously didn't work too well."
"On the contrary, little bro, you did pretty well without bein' deliberate. Gave one dude a black eye and a split lip and the other dude…well, lets just say he wont be walkin' too good for the next month."
This brought a small smile to Sam's face, "Thanks, Dean... We should probably figure out how to get out of this mess though."
"Well," Dean said, shifting his weight, "Here's what I've got so far…I noticed that we haven't been torn into mince meat yet,"
"Yeah, me too."
"Shut up, smartass. So, I figured they must need us for something. Later found out, Kate's not only out for revenge, she wants the Colt back too."
"Did you tell her what happened to it?"
"Not exactly, she went off on some tangent and started schoolin' me on bl0odlust like I was some average dumba$s hunter."
"Imagine that." Sam muttered.
"…And as far as escape routes go—"
"We're screwed."
Dean shrugged, "Not quite what I was going for, Mr. Optimism, but yeah, I guess you say that."
"What about Hannah and Amanda?"
"They probably our guts…or well, mine…but they're not retarded, they'll figure out we're here sooner or later…hopefully…then all they have to do is hitch a ride with some unfortunate passer-by…who'll possibly transport them with all their obscure/ ly weapons to a creepy warehouse on the outskirts of town and…" he realized the stupidity of that plan and looked at Sam who rolled his eyes, "Aw hell with it." he turned his attention to his wrists and began working on the chains.
"Hey Dean?" Sam asked after a short while.
"Whatddya want?" Dean replied, grunting in frustration as he tried, in vain, to loosen the chains.
"I really wish you hadn't taken their car keys."
Just then both brothers heard a door opening in the darkness. Kate walked into their view, along with Nelman and the rest of the vampire clan.
Dean quickly stopped trying to escape.
"Sammy!" Kate chuckled, walking over to the younger hunter, "You're awake!"
He glared at her angrily, but kept his mouth shut.
"How's that lip?" she asked, brushing the still bl0ody cut with her thumb and a hungry look in her eye that made him flinch.
She laughed, "Aw Sammy, don't worry so much. I wont bite." Her eyes fluttered to his throat and she licked her lips, "…At least, not yet."
"You touch my brother, b!tch, I'll kill you." Dean called.
The vampire turned her attention to Dean and walked over to him, "I'll do whatever I want, thanks." She said mockingly, "And what makes me laugh, is that you really can't do anything about it."
Dean glared at her, "Tell me Kate, did it hurt?"
She smirked, "What? When I fell from heaven?"
"No," he smiled, "When you crawled out of the flaming pits of hell."
Her mouth twitched, and she leaned in close to him, "A little, but it was nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you."
And with that she dug her long sharp nails into Dean's chest and slowly began pulling them downward.
The pain was so intense he couldn't breath, couldn't think. Every fiber in his being concentrated on the agony Kate was inflicting on him. He could feel her nails, ripping through skin and muscle tissue, he threw his head back, eyes clamped shut, but he allowed no cry to escape his lips.
He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
Screwing up her face in annoyance, she dug deeper, hoping this would break him. She only wanted to know where the fing gun was, but he was being so stubborn, so…cocky she wanted him to suffer.
Sam struggled fruitlessly at his bonds, seeing what the vampire was doing to his brother caused him to feel as if she were digging her nails into his flesh as well.
Thoughts raced through his head. Why wasn't Dean telling her where the damned gun was? It was with the demon and she obviously couldn't do anything about that… Damn he quickly realized that piece of information was the only apparent thing keeping them alive, but he didn't care at the moment, he just wanted to get Kate away from his brother.
"Kate!" he yelled, hoping it would be enough to get her attention.
She froze, realizing it was Sam talking to her. She looked down at Dean's shredded chest, admiring her handiwork, then tore her hand out of him and turned to face Sam, leaving Dean heaving and gasping for breath.
"I'll tell you where the Colt is," Sam finished, never taking his eyes off of his brother, who was just barely standing his eyes were closed and he was resting his forehead on one of his arms.
She walked over to Sam, holding up the hand she had used on Dean and examining the bl0od on it, "Are you really? Or are you just gonna keep jackin me around like your brother?" she said mildly, then, as if it were a rare delicacy, licked Dean's bl0od from her pinky finger.
One of the vampires behind her, overcome by the smell of bl0od, took a step toward the half-conscious Dean.
"Touch him and you'll be before you hit the ground." Kate spat without even turning around, "…That goes for all of you."
Immediately the vampire stepped back in fear.
"You're a sick b!tch, you know that?" Sam stated, letting his eyes fall on her hand.
"Watch you're mouth, Sammy, or I might have to scratch up you're pretty chest too." She replied, taking her remaining y fingers and drawing thin lines across his cheek.
He flinched, coming to the horrible realization it was Dean's , "I don't give a rats ass what you do to me, you sick—"
"Ah, I see little Sammy has a soft spot for his big brother…hmm, wonder if it works both ways…oh well, no time for experimentation, I believe you were about to finally tell me where the Colt is." Her anger seemed to be rising like a thermometer by the second.
"If I tell you, will you let us go?"
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Sam, it's just a safety precaution."
"Well then I'm afraid I can't tell you where the Colt is, it's just because I don't like you."
She snarled, raising her arm to backhand him, but stopped as an idea formed in her head. She put her arm down and a smile crept its way her face, "Alright then, here's the deal…"
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K, well now since you're all depressed and maybe a little at the cliffy (me too, well, not the cliffhanger part, I already know what happens) I've decided to put my announcements and weekly apology for not posting sooner, down here.
Alright, for like the millionth time, I'm reeeealy sorry for not posting sooner, man, for summer, things have really been busy.
And a few notes before I go…
In case you haven't figured it out, this fan fiction definitely takes place before the occurrence of the events in AHBL part I and II (I kno its really hard to keep in that mindset, but please bear w/ me, I was pretty much surprised and annoyed all at the same time when all that stuff that happened (I wont spoil anything in case u haven't seen it) actually happened and I was all like "Crap, well now this really screws things up" but I had already written this part in my notebook so it was too late to change it… also it probably wouldn't work out the same way either ;-)
And one last thing, I was antiquing in Arizona (yes folks, its not just an alibi for Sam and Dean, people actually do it for something called "fun" though I must say I was not in any way, shape, or form having any "fun" whilst doing this particular activity) and I saw this old advertisement for a Winchester rifle and what was interesting was that the caption underneath it read "The Hunter's Choice." In case you don't pay attention that's the name of Oliver Colt's shop in this Fic (whoever didn't kno that better run before I whack you with the stupid stick) I just thought it was a little ironic I had used the name without even seeing the ad and…well…it seemed cool at the time. Lol I'm like the weirdest person ever.
K, well I won't take up any more of your time
Hasta lavista,
HoD91
P.S. Just a little side thing, if you havent read He's a Natural (by me!) please do! i would love a few more review on it! Thanks ;-)