Yes, i know...it's only been like 3 days and i've posted a new chapter already. this one isn't as long but, now i can start on the escape (which i look forward to most because i can write about a truly pissed Dean (my favorite kind) and angry Johnny-boy)
thanks to all who took the time to read and review my last chapter.
Disclaimer- I sadly own nothing... sniff
I apologize also, because this isn't one of my strongest chapter, I just need to get to the point were could begin the end of the story. Make it more interesting, you know.
Sorry, and if your annoyed at me for doing it let me know cause I don't want to disappoint.
Chapter 4
Dean was going crazy, it was the morning that he was to meet up with Sam and he couldn't stop pacing. Patience was not one of his virtues. Dammit, I can't wait 12 hours. I need to see my baby brother now. What if he's hurt or worst? What if I never see him again?
"Dean, stop pacing. You're giving me a headache." John curtly said, eyes still captivated by the pages splayed out in front of him.
"I am sorry sir, but I can't help it." Den replies, looking towards his father position. "What are you doing? Are you looking for a new hunt? How could you, Sam is out there with some strangers, and you're looking for a fucking hunt!!" He screamed.
John rose from his seat, "I will tell you this once and once only." He said through gritted teeth. "Watch your mouth. And no I am not looking for a new hunt. I am searching this town, to see if there is anything supernatural here." Dean was about to ask when John continued, "And… I found the normal patterns for demonic behavior."
"Dad, are you thinking that something supernatural has Sammy. I mean, something knocked him out on that side walk?"
"I don't know son, but Sam who never leave the house if he was feeling bad enough to pass out. He knows that we would kick his ass if he did. The only two other things that I can think of that could happen to him are him having some sort of an episode or something supernatural. My guess is supernatural because hospital couldn't tell if it was an episode." John explained.
"You have Sam's file and you didn't tell me? When did you get it?"
"I snuck in last night while you were asleep, if I went when you were awake you would've wanted to come with me. I need to get in an out before the cops realized that I wasn't here at the room anymore. They've been watching us all night. I got under their radar last night but they aren't going to let me get away with it twice."
"Can I see Sam's file?" Dean asked.
John shuffled through the papers on the desk in front of him. Finding what he was looking for he handed the paper to Dean.
Taking the paper that his father handed to him, Dean took a large breath and began to read the doctors scribbled handwriting
Samuel. J. Winchester brought in by ambulance at 3:30 in the afternoon. Unconscious. No signs of struggle, mugging or external recent damage. Old bruising inflicted by others hands. CAT scan shows, no epileptic behavior seizure. Unknown loss of consciousness.
Suspected of abuse.
Dean looked at the paper for what seem like hours. His dad was right the doctors didn't know what happened to Sam. The only logical conclusion was something supernatural. This made Dean fell even worst than before. Sam being taken but human's meant Sam could easily be taken back after the police was off their back but if something supernatural was involved. Their task became harder.
"So, what kind of demon do you think is involved dad?"
"Well judging by the signs, it's not our Demon. It's something different. This demon doesn't show the signs of possessing peoples, leaving a trial of useless corps. It seem that this demon has been summoned and it being kept in this world by something."
" Like an object or something?"
"No. let me rephrase that. It's not being kept here by something….more like its being kept here by someone."
"By someone?"
"Yeah," John replied, his voice layered with worry for his youngest son. "I think I know what we are dealing with." Dean gave him a look that said 'hurry the fuck up and tell me already.' "I don't know but it all fits. The signs, and things. We are dealing with a Pishachas demon."
"A what?"
"A Pishachas demon. They are a cannibalistic demon that feeds off young. They normally go for kids that are permanently sick, but if they are summoned they can prey on anyone… they can also bring peoples back from the afterlife. By removing someone else. Dean you have to get Sam to somehow tell you where he is, even if the cops are around this afternoon, its says here that the Pishachas can only transfer one life to another during a full moon. Dean….that's tonight. Sammy could be grave danger."
Dean stomach dropped.
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Sam's heart was racing, he couldn't remember the last time he felt this terrified. Sitting the edge of the bed, Sam couldn't bring himself to move. Carl was only moments away from his room, his purpose unknown to the youngest Winchester.
Sam could here the footsteps sop just down the hallway in front of Jordon's door. After some murmured voices, the footstep started and ended up right outside the door.
The door opened and Carl was standing in the doorway, a look of hatred in his eyes. "What are you sitting there waiting for boy? An invitation. Get ready for school! NOW!" Carl went to turn away but though other wise. "and you vest were some long clothes boy that cover them bruises or I swear I hit you something fierce. If anyone asks, you sleep walk and fell down the stairs. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
Carl left the room, slamming the door behind him. Sam began readying himself for school. The once normal tasks were difficult, his abused muscles protesting every movement.
Once fully dressed, Sam wondered to the stairs only to see Jordon fully dressed and waiting.
"Morning Jordon." Sam smiled glad to see that she wasn't as bruised as him.
"Hey, come on, let's head out. We have a half hour walk in front of us." She grabbed his arm and tugged him towards the door.
Sam's stomach was the only thing that gave protest to this notion. He was after all a growing bottomless pit, as Dean would call him.
"What about breakfas…" Sam was cut off before he could finish.
"Shh…. I'll tell you when we are outside."
Sam allowed Jordon to guide his body and his newly given backpack out the front door.
Word weren't spoken between the two for nearly one block, it was Jordon that spoke first. "I'm sorry, it's just that if you say breakfast near Carl he greats really angry cause that was their sons favorite meal. We don't get any. But I've learned to swipe some, so I got us some fruit. I hope that's okay?"
Sam nodded. "It's better that nothing."
They walked for a few minute in silence again before the nagging question I the back of Sam's head got the best of him, turning so that he could see Jordon's face while he walked. "Jordon, what's in the shed in the back yard? Do you know?"
Jordon looked up at him, "I dunno, I was told not to ever go near it so I didn't."
"Oh.. okay." Sam looked puzzled then he came to a realization. "Jordon, are you going to get in trouble when we get back, aren't we being taped?"
Jordon smiled, "No, Carl was lying, these things just let him know if we are off course."
Relief surged through Sam, he didn't want to be the reason why Jordon got in trouble. But he still wanted to know what the hell was in the shed. "Another question for you. Are you coming with us to see my brother this afternoon? What time does school end?"
"Um, yeah I think I am and school ends at 2."
"Good, I have a plan to get us out of here but I need your help and it might get you in trouble. If I can just tell my brother what is going on I can get us out of here. Tonight." Sam looked down to see tears sliding down Jordon's face.
"Really?"
Sam nodded and explained what he and Jordon needed to do.
TBC
Well, there it is, the escape is beginning and I cannot wait to write it. Review!
thanks
Sama