Desperately Seeking Sam
Warnings: A bit more severe language toward the end as well as a more descriptive scene toward the end that while still isn't too bad it is dark and shows some video of drugged non-con. Just be aware of that.
Chapter Three
Lawrence, Kansas…Hours later:
Reading through the story on the screen of her laptop, Becky Rosen twirled a strand of hair around her finger while allowing her mind to wonder just a little too much so that the sudden pounding on her apartment door had her jumping with a little squeak.
A glance at the computer clock had her blinking. "Forty-five minutes for Chinese?" she'd never understand take-out delivery as she grabbed her wallet to head for the door.
Moving to Lawrence had certainly seemed like a good idea to the often easily one tracked minded girl. It had been the birth place of her one true love and object of her still very vivid fascination, Sam Winchester.
Becky admitted that her last encounter with the Winchesters hadn't been her best and she hadn't actually meant to hurt Sam by drugging him to get him to marry her or tying him to her bed at her family's cabin. She hadn't… but she'd gotten a bit too carried away with the possibility of having what she'd first dreamed of since learning that her fictional crush was real.
She'd moved to Lawrence as if that would bring her closer to Sam and hadn't given up writing her fan fiction of the brothers, though she did change her username in case Sam's over protective and very scary older brother got to looking too closely at the sites again.
Of course by moving to Lawrence she accepted the risk of running into other people who knew the Winchesters and her knuckles still smarted from that wooden spoon Missouri Mosley had smacked her with upon dropping in for a surprise visit.
The pounding on her door reminded her of the delivery guy with dinner but as Becky opened the door with a bright smile, she let out a much larger squeak of shock while dropping her wallet and staring with wide shocked eyes. "…Dean!"
"Find him!" Dean Winchester hated this idea because up until a few hours earlier he hated this girl more than he had anyone except Gordon Walker and while he still held the super obsessed fan high in his hate page he was willing to drop her down a level if it meant finding his brother.
Seeing Dean Winchester standing on the other side of her door was the last thing Becky ever expected to see upon opening the door. She also wasn't expecting to have a laptop shoved at her. "What? Who? Find who?" she managed to stutter, looking around Dean's practically seething form as steps were heard running up the hall.
"Damn, Dean," Garth gasped, balancing take out Chinese containers in his arms that he'd gotten from the delivery guy since he sure hadn't wanted that poor man running into the irate hunter. "What about saying 'Hi' first then demanding she find him?"
"I don't have time to say 'Hi'. That bitch has had him for way too long," Dean argued back, green eyes still locked on the wide ones of the young woman that he'd known would be trouble for them from the first night Chuck sent her to them. "I can't make sense of this damn thing half the time and I figure one nutcase obsessed with my brother should be able to find another nutcase obsessed with him."
As Garth rolled his eyes while offering a tiny smile and handing over the Chinese food, he tried to get between the two but by this time Becky had picked up on what Dean was saying and pounced.
"Sam?" she looked between the two hunters, dumping her dinner on the table before turning back. "Sam's…in trouble?"
Having read all of the books Chuck write on the Winchester brothers, she knew it took a lot to push Dean to get to this stage of anxiety and considering his last words to her had been pretty clear, Becky reasoned whatever had brought the elder Winchester to her must be serious.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her nerves about Dean being here slowly leaving at the thought of Sam, the man of her dreams, possibly being hurt or worse if she took his brother's expression to mean anything. "Where's Sam or…hey!"
The laptop was shoved into her hands again as Dean stepped into the apartment fully while ignoring Garth's little smile at Becky. "Short of it...Sam met a woman while I was in Purgatory for a year. I thought it was pretty straightforward…or it was if you listen to him but now I'm not so sure.
"Sometime yesterday while I was out at the store and getting a flat tire she showed up at…where we were staying, drugged Sammy, made him write a note to me that was all pure bullshit and then she and two sons of bitches kidnapped my brother," Dean refused to go into more details right then because he knew if he did he'd probably get sick.
Motioning to the laptop he'd brought, he still could see the disturbing video of his drugged little brother being undressed by Amelia Richardson. He could see the fear in Sam's eyes and again felt his blood boil but an elbow to the ribs reminded him that he must have started to snarl because the big eyed girl in front of him had backed up several steps.
"There's video of it but…it's too…weak to be able to make out what was being said in some spots in case the bitch mentioned where she was taking Sam or what the hell the deal with this stunt was," he sighed, forcing his fists to uncurl while facing Becky and wasn't surprised to see her eyes wide with shock and fear.
Becky's obsession with Sam had gotten her on Dean's shit list more than once and her last stunt had nearly gotten her killed if he hadn't found them before she'd pushed her plan more…even though Dean suspected that more had happened between her and Sam than his brother had admitted at the time.
Even though the little nut had an unhealthy obsession for Sam, enough of one that she actually thought drugging him, marrying him, hitting him in the head with Dean's own wedding gift then tying him up on a bed would work, Dean actually did have less doubt of Becky's intentions than he had of Amelia's right then.
That's why he'd shoved his dislike aside to come to her for help locating his brother, because he knew if anyone would want to find Sam it would be Becky…if he could keep from killing her in the meanwhile.
"They also have some of Sam's credit cards so I need someone who knows a little bit about computers to be able to look online for them," Dean blew out a breath at her scrunched up face. "See if you can find out if anyone used the cards or do one of those searches to see if Sam's name or…hers comes up or…look, this is Sammy's area but…"
Carefully placing Sam's laptop down on desk, Becky had to take several moments to compose herself before looking back toward Dean and Garth. "Sam met someone who managed to drug him, overpower him and kidnap him?" she blinked. "How? Why?"
Lifting one eyebrow as if asking if she'd really just gone there, Dean smirked. "How'd you do it?" he tossed back, seeing her slight blush then sighed again as Garth mumbled about help. "Sam…he hasn't been right since coming back from Texas and something about the way he acted a few times is making me think this isn't the first time she's drugged him but…Becky…God, I'll probably go back to Hell for this.
"Becky, I need help finding Sammy before this psycho does more to him than what she hinted to on that," he didn't miss the way her blue eyes opened wider and decided if he wanted Sam back then he'd toss all his cards out and cover the damage after this was done. "Sam needs your help."
"You had me at 'Sam's in trouble'," she replied, sitting down to open the laptop to at least see what she could find on the video feed that may help and also so she could get a better look at the woman who might have hurt Sam.
Dean walked away as the video feed from back at the cabin began to play because he didn't need to see it again. It had been etched into his memory and would probably stay there for the next long while.
Leaving Becky, with Garth hanging over her shoulder, to view it, he took the time to examine the apartment with a critical eye and if his rage at Amelia wasn't so huge right then he might be tempted to remind Becky about his last warning of what he'd do if she didn't back off his brother.
Flipping over a photo of Sam and the girl that was on a side table, he rolled his eyes since he could still see Sam from both this time in the cabin and the night he and Garth had got him back from Becky.
Those damn puppy dog eyes would always be his undoing and he vowed to find Sam as soon as he could, turning to hear Garth choke while only a seasoned professional would have picked up the slight change in the way Becky sat as she viewed the screen.
To Dean, Sam's number one fan had been nothing more than a major flake and a pain in their ass from the start but she also seemed like a harmless flake that was mellow and easy going…until he seen the way she straightened more to lean closer to the screen.
He watched the way her whole body slowly began to tense and guessed which part of the video was now showing when Garth turned a panicked look back at him while Becky's hand clenched into a fist that for a moment Dean wondered if she'd put it through the screen like he'd been tempted to when he watched his little brother practically be mauled by that sociopath.
"Oh…she did not just…" blinking back tears, Becky run through the video a second time with a much more clinical eye than either hunter really expected then with a quick slash to her eyes to dry them she shot Dean a look of pure fierceness. "What is the bitch's name?" she wanted to know.
She had seen slight fear in Sam's eyes after she'd gagged him that final time while trying to force him to swallow the drug but that was nothing in comparison to the terror she'd recognized in him on that video.
Becky was a naïve girl who openly admitted to anyone that she was shy…except for her one obsession but she'd met other people who delved into things a bit more deeply than she'd felt comfortable with.
Hell, she wrote stories of the brothers together in a not so brotherly way and yet what she watched and listened to Amelia do and say to Sam had sickened her. Plus, she hadn't appreciated the little tart laying hands on what she still silently regarded as hers.
"Amelia…Amelia Richardson though she might use her maiden name," Dean shrugged, having no clue what the woman's name had been before marrying her husband or if that even was her name by this point. "I have all the names on the cards if…um, Becky? Let go of Garth before you break his wrist," he'd seen the skinnier hunter wince the moment the young woman had latched onto him rather than smash the computer.
"Oh, sorry," she shot a brief look up at him with a small smile before shooting Dean another look. "She's done this before," nodding back to the computer where she'd managed to clean up the audio a little. "She didn't say anything about where they were going but she sure hinted at what she was going to do when they got there but…"
Becky was torn between telling Sam's brother something else she'd picked up from the now clearer audio or keeping her apartment in one piece because if she'd pissed Dean off she knew exactly how he'd take this next bit of news.
"But?" Dean had always hated that word and hearing it from Becky while Garth suddenly found a speck on the floor very interesting warned him that this time his hate for it was going to triple. "But what?" he demanded, eyes narrowing at the nervous way she bit her lip. "Becky? Tell me what you heard."
"She's planning on…oh, God. I'll…be right back," bolting into the bathroom, Becky was glad she hadn't eaten the Chinese yet since everything came up as she pictured the very vivid images she'd heard being described.
Grabbing Garth by the front of his jacket, Dean didn't even have to growl at the other man to get his point across as Garth was waving his hands to urge restraint.
"It wasn't much but it was pretty clear that this chick has issues, Dean," he sighed when he was lifted off the floor. "She told Sam that…he'd be the main attraction at a private party she was going to throw once they got 'home' and that he'd preform for them and with them like she'd made him before," he chewed his lip while deciding to add the rest. "She said that if he was a good boy that she'd make the drugs strong enough that he wouldn't remember or feel the pain and…Dean!"
Dropping Garth to slam a fist into the closest wall, Dean's stomach was turning while his vision had gone red with rage. "I. Want. Them. Found."
There was no mistaking the hate, the fury, and the buried fear in the elder Winchester's voice as all that information sank in and it took him all of five seconds to realize she didn't just plan to keep Sam drugged to use as her own toy but she was going to…
"Oh, hell, no," he growled, feeling the same panic as he had when he'd gotten to Sam at Becky's cabin only a lot more severely. "You…I need him…"
"We'll find him," Becky replied as she stepped back in, still pale but determined because she'd recognized all the signs on crazy in that woman on the screen and thinking of Sam being used as a sex toy was one thing since she'd had those types of fantasies before but knowing what else he was being groomed for…no, she refused to think that and would find him or at least a lead to him.
"Never mess with an obsessed fan's obsession," Garth spoke under her breath then offered a bright smile as Becky glowered while booting her own computer up to begin putting out feelers among her online friends and also to see what it would bring up if she red flagged the cards.
Feeling the urge to also see what happened if she put in the woman's name and occupation since Garth had told her that piece of information while Dean had been surveying her home, Becky silently feared they wouldn't be able to get a solid link in time to do Sam any good.
"This could take some time depending on how good she covered her tracks," she warned, feeling the heat of Dean's eyes as he stepped up to try to make sense of what he was seeing in the multiple windows and nearly jumped when he laid a hand on her shoulder.
"If she wasn't so damn good at covering for herself I'd've already found the bitch," he replied, offering a small smile of amusement when she cracked her knuckles as if preparing for a fight and began tackling the keys again. "Becky…thanks."
If she hadn't been sitting down and wasn't trying to focus Becky knew she probably would've fell off the chair or fainted because getting that from Dean Winchester told her just how desperate he was to find Sam. "Can…I see Sam after this?" she asked quietly, figuring the answer even before Dean leaned down into her face with a warning look. "Didn't think so but figured it couldn't hurt to try."
As Garth groaned and Dean debated on the wiseness of this move again, the sound of Dean's phone caught everything else off as the hunter snagged it while stepping back to allow the fan fiction writer some space to work and to ignore the subtle signs she and Garth were giving off.
About to answer if a far more friendly tone than he felt like, Dean caught sight of the number and held off since it wasn't like the Sheriff of Sioux Falls to call on her work phone unless this was going to be a business call and if it was that meant she'd found out something bad.
"Sheriff Mills," he greeted after taking enough deep breaths that his tone was more level and it didn't sound like he was ready to kill the next son of a bitch that spoke to him. "I…wasn't expecting to hear back from you this soon."
Though in truth, Dean had been hoping to hear back from the woman several hours earlier after he'd dropped off the used needle, the leftover powder and glass at her office to see if her contacts could possibly tell him what type of drugs had been used on Sam.
He'd hated to get her involved but since he hadn't felt like going the fake Fed route right then and Jodi Mills was the only cop he and Sam knew that actually knew what they did he'd been out of options. Now he hoped he hadn't made another mistake.
"Agent…Criss, sorry it's taken me this long to get back to you about this matter," the little fumble in the name and the fact that Jodi was using one of his fake federal names instantly told Dean that the lady cop either wasn't alone or this call was on a conference line.
Both suggestions meant that something had come up that had turned a simple drug analysis into a much bigger matter. It also meant a much bigger headache for Dean in this had spread because he did not want anyone else involved in this case.
"No problem," he replied with a lot more calm than he really felt while motioning for Garth to get down to the Impala and make sure he even had the ID of that name with him this trip since he couldn't recall the last time or badge he'd used the name of the drummer for KISS on. "Did you find out about those items I gave you?"
Looking over her desk at the grim faced man in the dark suit that just screamed FED, Jodi wanted to sigh but kept her professional face on. "Yes and while I have the toxicology report back on those items it appears as if the name you asked me to run…red-flagged another agency and I have an Agent Bryan Markus in my office from Homeland Security," she stressed the last two words while keeping a smile on her face and hoping she didn't get the expected response from the other end of the line.
"Shit! I hate those assholes," Dean muttered, hearing the sharp breath from the Sheriff and figured this was on speaker. "Before I ask what triggered the flag that pulled him out, what were the drugs?" he asked, never comfortable when real Feds got involved and especially not that agency since he couldn't be sure if he and Sam were off the federal radar again or not.
"Well, a little of both actually," Jodi replied carefully, not bothering to disguise her tone of displeasure over the hunter's outburst but filed it away to slap him over later since she knew by this point she was just glad Dean wasn't snarling over the phone…yet. "All three samples were mainly of the same drug while the glass had a combination of two mixed in it."
Looking over the report, she tried to make sense of it and how it was explained before finally motioning to the Fed in her office that didn't look much older than Dean himself. "I think the agent can give a better explanation since he basically dumbed it down for me. Agent? This is Agent Criss of the FBI as I explained earlier."
Bryan Markus knew the local Sheriff hadn't appreciated his arrival or when he shut her out of the system that had just picked up a case he'd been working for too many years to count. He also had a small hunch that the man on the speaker was not FBI, but he'd get to that if he needed to.
Reaching up to undo his tie, the blond haired agent from Homeland Security leaned closer to the telephone. "Agent, can I assume you're not close to South Dakota any longer?" this would be so much easier if he could speak to the man face to face.
"You could say that," Dean motioned Becky to keep working as he caught the ID tossed his way and fought not to breathe a sigh of relief that the name was actually on one of his fake FBI badges. "I'm tracking leads to where my…partner might be being held so I need to know what the drugs were and why the hell the bitch's name got me Homeland Security," he was too tired, too on edge and too worried for Sam to bother with pretending to give a care who he was talking to by this point.
Eyebrows lifting at the sharp tone in the now gruff voice along with the choice of words, Markus didn't miss the brief look of pained dismay of the Sheriff's face. "Have you ever dealt with the drug Scopolamine before, Agent?" he had his doubts but then heard the harsh cursing come over the phone.
Dean had heard of damn drug before but when he'd been young and hustling pool it hadn't been as popular or as widely known as GBH had been.
Since Sam's experience with Becky and he'd looked up on the new drugs that people used to drug a victim, this one kept popping up and in his heart he'd been praying that it wasn't what Amelia had used on Sam since he knew just how easy it was to OD on that one.
He also knew the way that drug worked and it just spelled more issues for him because it would be so easy for Sam to be hurt, like he must have been before, and not remember a single damn thing except in maybe flashes.
"Agent?" he heard the other man calling him and fought back the urge to snarl when he sighed instead. "New drug the pushers and rapists like to use on victims these days since it doesn't knock the vic out but keeps 'em awake so they can…react to every damn order given to them," Dean recalled seeing how easy she'd controlled Sam on the video feed and felt his fist curling as it wanted to lash out.
"It's colorless, odorless and tasteless and comes from certain plants including the Belladonna plant which if I'm up on my poisonous plants is pretty damn dangerous," he sneered into the phoned. "How close am I?"
There was no mistaking the tone now as a temper being pushed down but he nodded, impressed. "Right. It's also used in some forms of interrogation though that's not supposed to be publically known because it's more reliable as a truth serum…unless the victim has a weak heart then it's a little dangerous but I'm assuming your 'partner' doesn't fall into that category?"
Hearing the low growl start and swearing he could hear someone else tell the man he was talking to not to break the phone, he looked up into the concerned eyes of Sheriff Mills and knew this was more personal than she first let on.
"The other drug found mixed in the glass with the scopolamine with ketamine, which I'd be surprised over since it's mainly used by vets but then that's where the name fits in, right…Agent Criss?" he asked, tapping a finger on the file marked Confidential that he'd brought with him. "When you had Sheriff Mills run Amelia Richardson's name it hit a flag with our office."
"Why?" Dean was at a loss over that one since while he knew the woman was probably a sociopathic demented sex fiend he didn't figure she was a threat to national security…though he'd been wrong about a good many things these days so nothing would surprise him. "Do not even tell me she's in the Witness Protection program because then you and I might have a serious problem."
Believing that was simple just by the tone of voice. He had no doubts at all that this man meant business and if their cases did overlap like he feared they did then things were going to get messy…and bloody since he couldn't allow his target to die and this man didn't sound like he planned to do the whole handcuff bit, especially if his partner was hurt.
"No, not the WPP so to speak," he began slowly, offering his own smirk at the breath he could hear being released. "Does the name Stan Thompson ring a bell?"
Tossing Garth a look, Dean scowled while the other hunter whispered something to Becky. "No. Should it?" he demanded, not having time for games when with each passing hour his little brother's chances were decreasing. "That's not the name I gave Jodi…Sheriff Mills and please…for the sake of my lunch do not even say the word cross-dresser or I swear I'll puke."
Garth nearly did while Becky about twisted out of the chair but Dean scowled at the snort of laughter he got from the actual Federal agent.
"No…um, okay disturbing image there but Stan Thompson is the father of one Amelia Thompson Richardson and he's also ex-Army with a few friends in high places so when his only little girl disappeared last week he placed some calls and your run on her name light the board up like the Fourth of July," Markus explained, opening the file enough to gaze at something he'd marked himself. "Care to tell me what your interest in her is and why you think she'd be responsible for the drugging and kidnapping of your…partner, Agent Criss?" he asked curiously, figuring he wasn't going to get a reply so he was shocked when he did.
"Because I have a video of her drugging him, having a couple pals beat him up a little when he was pretty much paralyzed from her damn drugs and if that damn video would've showed her doing anything more than what it did you and I wouldn't be having this conversation," Dean growled.
"I'm sure she's done it before during the time last year that he was with her in Texas by what she said so you might want to tell your pal that his precious little girl is a sick little bitch who will be seeing the barrel of my Colt right before I put a .45 round through her damn heart for touching my…" he barely cut off in time to stop himself from using the word that just so naturally came to him. "Federal protection shouldn't extended to sex fiends, Markus and I can tell you without even seeing a file that's what she is because I've known plenty of those in my time.
"Now she's got something of mine and I intend to get him back no matter who I have to go through to do it so take my advice and lose that file and my number," Dean growled, more furious that the woman's father had so much pull to get Homeland Security involved and that could spell serious issues in the long run. "I've got to go and…"
"Winchester!"
Finger poised to hit the 'End' button on his phone, Dean froze. "Come again?"
Markus offered a calm smile to the shocked face of Jodi Mills as he flipped the file open to show her that it wasn't just Amelia Richardson he had notes on. "I know who you are…Dean. I'm guessing you're Dean and that it's your brother Amelia's grabbed. Now do you want to talk or do we do this the hard way? Either way's fine by me but I have more information that you really should see before you go into this half-cocked…though that's your usual MO, isn't it?"
"You son of a bitch," this time there was no way to misunderstand the fury in Dean's voice as Garth made a grab for the vase of flowers he'd been about to throw while pretending it was the smug Fed's face. "So we can drop the Fed to Fed act and you know that I don't play by your rules and that bitch dies for touching my brother. Also…if you get in my face, you'll be a second behind her so stay the hell away from this!"
The angry bang meant either that Dean had found a way to disconnect a cellphone with a slam or he broke his phone.
Right then Jodi wasn't certain and what she was certain of is her career was probably shot but before she could try to come up with a plausible lie a set of cool blue eyes moved her way. "I don't suppose it would help to say he's not always this way?" she sighed, wishing she could rue the day she meant the Winchesters but couldn't because she'd formed too soft a spot for both boys. "Sam…he's…"
"Dean's little brother and anyone who touches Dean Winchester's little brother usually ends up bleeding or dying," Bryan Markus finished for her with a dry grin, standing with his files in hand. "I'm only too aware of that, Sheriff Mills and if I know anything then it'll be where that hot headed jackass will be going next."
Jodi was being blindsided left and right because she'd expected the real Federal agent to be furious about Dean's impersonation but while he did seem annoyed it looked more like he was annoyed at being hung up on by the irate hunter. "Wait," she grabbed for his arm on instinct. "Why do you think you know where he's going and…Agent Markus, please don't try to keep him from finding his brother."
"He's going to want to know where Amelia went and if he hasn't locked on to her yet then that means there's one place for him to go yet and that's to Kermit, Texas," Markus knew that was where the last address had been and he wished he'd gotten that little tidbit earlier. "He'll go for her husband and since Don Richardson is ex-military himself I don't know if Mr. Hotshot can handle that or if he's prepared for the can of worms he's about to unleash if he does."
Surprised that he hadn't taken her badge, Jodi slumped back behind her desk with a curse at the late Bobby Singer for ever getting her involved with the Winchesters then she started trying to call Dean to warn him what was headed his way. "Damn stubborn moron," she swore, wondering how long it would take her to drive to Texas.
"You hung up on a Fed?" Becky stared, amazed that Dean's head wasn't blowing up considering that vein in his forehead was really visible after he'd slammed his phone done. "He knew you weren't…"
"He knew my name and he knew who Sam was," Dean didn't like the implications of that and really wished he'd looked to see if Frank or even Charlie had gotten them off the Feds Most Wanted list from the last time they'd gotten on it.
Right then though he didn't give a crap. He cared about his brother. He cared about what could be happening to Sam even as he was wasting time and knew he had one more place to check out that could lead him to the bitch.
"You stay here with her and keep trying to lock onto something to point me in their direction," he ordered Garth in the tone he only used when seriously pissed. "I don't care what rules you have to break, what locks you need to open…just find me that goddamn bitch so I can skin her if she put her hands on my brother."
Having heard that tone only once and that was the night he thought the elder Winchester would kill Becky on sight, Garth merely nodded and stayed silent until well after the apartment door slammed shut, leaving just him and Becky.
"Someone is going to bleed when he locks onto them," he breathed, pulling a chair over to sit by Becky. "Okay, let's find this lady before Dean goes postal…or worse."
Kermit, Texas…:
It had taken Dean more time than he liked to get from Lawrence, Kansas to Kermit, Texas since he'd gotten stopped by a phone call from an irate Missouri threatening to hit him with everything up to and including her kitchen sink if he didn't find his brother.
Learning that the older woman had been woken up by a dream of his little brother screaming for him had not relieved any of his guilt or worry and had made him even more determined to get to Texas to (A) see what the house his brother had lived in could tell him and (B) just what role the husband had to play in this little travesty had been.
Now knowing he had a damn Federal agent on the case and on the wrong side, Dean knew his time was even more limited to find Sam and deal with his abductor in a way that she deserved but to do either he needed to find where the damn woman might be hiding out.
Tracking down the address wasn't hard since Sam had it written down on a piece of paper. A quick look around told him no one was home which he knew Amelia wouldn't have brought Sam back here just by what she'd said to him but he had been expecting her husband to possibly be home.
"Sammy ain't the only one who can pick a lock," he muttered though would never admit that his little brother could do it slightly quicker than he could. "Voila."
Taking care of the alarm system before he'd started, Dean pulled his .45 as he entered the house when movement to his left had him whirling only to see a dog standing there watching him with a curious look.
If he were honest with himself, Dean had a slight issue with dogs. It was hard to be ripped to pieces by a hellhound and a couple bad experiences with a Yorkie or two and not have dog issues.
"So she kept his dog," he wasn't sure to feel sorry for the animal or not but didn't move or aim the weapon as the big clumsy looking animal came closer to sniff his hand rather than growl like he'd expect a guard dog to do. "Huh, leave it to Sammy to find a dog almost as clumsy as he used to be before he grew into those long legs and big feet."
Dean thought back to one of Sam's nightmares where he'd been calling out to the dog and slowly knelt down to allow it to further sniff him. "Hey, Riot," he whispered softly, relaxing more when his hand wasn't chewed and couldn't help but laugh a little after Riot decided he wasn't a threat and dropped to roll over to expose his belly. "Yeah, I can see you've been with Sammy."
Rubbing the dog's belly for a second or two, Dean let his eyes roam the living room but didn't see anything left to even say his brother was there…except for the dog and he wondered which had been harder for Sam to leave, the woman or the dog since his brother had always had a soft spot for animals.
"Sammy's in trouble and I need to find him so how about you stay here, maybe bark if anyone comes in and we'll get my baby brother back," he shook his head when he realized he was talking to a dog but could've sworn the animal was listening as it laid down and made no move to stop his exploration of the house.
It Dean all of twenty minutes to decide there wasn't anything of use up here when he spotted the basement door and his senses kicked up to max because as a hunter it nailed failed that if anything was rotten he'd find it in the basement.
"So long as this one doesn't come equipped with a floor full of water and a damn Rawhead this should be easy as pie," he told himself, using his penlight to show the way but was glad the basement had a low light he could turn on.
It looked like a normal basement as he roamed around, moving this and that as if trying to find a clue to why a normal looking woman had suddenly turned kidnapper when the big locked door at the other end caught his eye and also had his warning bells kicking into high gear.
"Yeah, because it is so normal to have a locked steel door in a basement this size," he snorted, finding this lock a little more difficult to pick but finally heard it click and pulled it open while shining his light in. "Sonuvabitch."
Not sure what he was expecting, the room with heavy chains on the walls, floor and ceiling hadn't been it. Thinking back to what he'd heard her say about Sam in chains made him ice cold as hot green eyes began looking hard around this room.
It was less than five minutes before Dean decided he needed to lift Becky up another level because while she might have tied his brother to a bed she sure as hell never had a little sex dungeon equipped with chains, a drop down bed that also had chains in various locations attached to it and a rolling cart with a full assortment of toys and torture devices that made the hunter squirm just thinking about their uses.
The cart drawer was where he found the most damning evidence against Amelia because unless he gouged his eyes out with fire, Dean doubted if he'd ever see anything worse than his little brother hanging naked in those chains, bleeding from places that Dean knew he'd never notice scars because Sam's clothes would always hide them.
Swallowing bile as it wanted to come up, he stared hard at the photo of Sam chained on the bed, a heavy gag strapped in his mouth while clips were attached to his already raw looking nipples.
Dean didn't need to see the wires to know what those clips were attached to and he knew without looking at the other photos that his brother hadn't just been drugged and used as the occasional toy.
No. Sam had been drugged to the point where he couldn't fight back or wouldn't try to and used a goddamn sex slave for this woman's demented enjoyment.
"Damn it, Sammy," he shoved the photos in his pocket while trying to ignore the images of what Sam had gone through and probably was enduring now. "Hang on, little brother. I'm going to…" he cut off at the first bark. "Well, what d'ya know, the dog actually listened."
Slipping the .45 away, Dean pulled his old hunting knife as he made his way back upstairs to have a little heart to heart with the stupid bastard who'd actually married this sick bitch. "And he better have answers to what I want to know," he decided, fury filling him again as he thought of Sam…probably exhausted, sick, scared and who had just hit a dog.
His little brother who looked at first glance like he could take on the world without a blink was just a soft hearted kid who still trusted way too much, especially when it came to animals and soft eyed females with a sob story.
Even as he was waiting for the man to enter, Dean had a pretty clear picture on what must have happened from the moment Sam hit Riot and wandered into Amelia's lair, as he know thought of the vet clinic as, and probably had been marked as a target from the second she looked at him.
Dean wasn't stupid. He'd pretty much raised his brother and never denied that Sam was a good looking guy since in Dean's opinion Sammy had been blessed with his fair share of Winchester genes.
Ever since Sam had hit that growth spurt at fourteen and slowly grew into his limbs, Dean had been guarding his little brother's back from more than just the threat of the supernatural.
He'd been beating up guys who'd gotten a few too many ideas about his floppy haired, soft spoken brother and he'd made it plain to more than a few females that had had one too many guys notched on their beds that his brother wasn't just a cheap one night stand.
There had been two times in their lives growing up that he hadn't been able to protect Sam but he'd made damn sure those sons of bitches bled and he had more than a few times in the last eight years wished he'd been able to shield his brother more from the human style of scum.
This time as he heard the key in the lock and knew the man had felt something off, Dean was positive that when he got Sam back that this would never be happening again. "Hey, asshole," he whispered, moving before the man had a chance to blink and the fight was on.
Kermit, Texas…Present:
"Sammy," he whispered, still hearing the panic in Garth's voice and the disgust is Becky's when he felt a hand on his shoulder and only a quick look had him not responding and smashing Don Richardson's face in as he nudged Dean into the chair he'd pulled out. "You have a computer?"
Don knew the guy didn't need to see what he was sure would be shown in whatever link he was going to get but also accepted he couldn't hide this ant longer. "Yeah, use this but…give me a second and…I can probably find the link buried in her files," he stated grimly, feeling the heat of those green eyes burning into his back.
"Dude, if I didn't need you alive for the next little while I would so kill you," Dean growled, shifting in the chair as Don began going through files on the laptop that it took a little digging to find. "Hack your wife's stuff much?"
"I haven't since before we were married," he admitted, adding in a much softer voice. "Not since the last time she did this crap to some poor kid she met in her first year of veterinary school."
Thinking that the black haired, brown eyed woman had drugged Sam before this time had been one thing to make Dean sick to his stomach but finally hearing that she'd done this type of thing before, probably more than once, finished it and he made it to the kitchen sink in time to lose what little food he'd managed to grab since this nightmare began.
"You saying Sammy wasn't the first guy that she's…damn it, I should've ganked her ass before now," he muttered, going through a few rounds of dry heaves before washing his mouth out with water while wishing the soldier had something stronger. "How many?"
Working on finding the link that would probably match the one sent to Dean's phone, Don kept his head down until a hard grip landed on his neck and he winced. "After I met her…I know of two. She promised she was done with this crap when we got married but her tastes in what we did in bed was getting more extreme and I…enlisted," he looked up sadly.
"I don't know how many she might've done this to before we met but…her Aunt tried to warn me before we got married that Mel wasn't…right. I didn't listen and…I guess I still didn't listen to what my own gut was saying when I got back," he shook his head when he finally cracked a complex series of encrypted files and knew which one was running on a live feed by the way the file kept expanding. "I'm…sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Dean scowled when the link clicked on after a moment of blank space while the computer tried to catch up with the live feed going on. "What the hell did those two idiots find? How's this connected with…no, oh God, no."
Yanking the chair closer to the screen, Dean rubbed at his eyes to make sure they were clear and that he wasn't seeing anything as the blurry image slowly became clearer as whoever was using the camera drew back to a better angle of what was taking place on the massive king size bed in a room that seemed filled with too many people.
It wasn't the massive bed or the number of people, men and women, who were crowded around it that was now locking Dean Winchester's attention.
No, he really couldn't give a rat's ass about them except to sear their faces into his memory for payback. It was the limp, bloodied form tied to the bed, his arms and legs spread painfully to be tied to each of the four posts of the heavy wooden frame.
Sam's dark hair which was getting too long again now laid in limp waves over his face, mostly shielding his half open eyes that seemed to be staring out blindly despite what was going on around him…too him.
Garth's declaration that Amelia was bleeding his brother had led Dean to expect the woman was just playing some sick games in the minor league arena so far and he did see thin trails of blood running from Sam's wrists as they were tied to the headboard but he also saw more blood on his brother's bare chest that was running much more freely.
Unaware of when his fingers curled around the edge of the table to keep him launching into violence, Dean had never felt more helpless than he did right at that moment as the camera slid around to get a better view of Amelia, her long dark hair flowing over her breasts, as she straddled his brother's hips while moaning breathy little orders that the drugs in Sam made it impossible for him to fight against.
Hearing the mocking laughs of the other people in the room, Dean felt his stomach about to revolt on him again as he was forced to watch his drugged brother be forced to have sex with a woman he'd thought he could trust.
Dean knew only too well what drugs like this could do and he wasn't surprised that she'd used one that still allowed Sam's body to respond to the physical and sexual stimulation but kept him helpless to do anything but what he was ordered to do.
A look at the internal time of the live feed made his blood run cold. This one had been running for going on three hours and he could tell by the way Sam's chest was heaving as he tried to breathe through only his nose as the bitch had put a ball gag in his mouth that she and her pals had been working Sam for awhile.
Unaware or ignoring the wetness on his cheeks as his eyes zeroed in as the woman who had just become his number one enemy, moved and Dean knew in addition to the obvious wounds Sam had and the drugs she probably kept shooting him up with why his brother's eyes were blown so wide there was no color showing except for a thin ring of hazel.
"That goddamn sonuvabitch!" he knew if he could get to her through the screen that he'd rip her heart out with his bare hands.
Knowing, seeing this brother helpless and being raped for the sick enjoyment of not only the people in the room who seemed to be enjoying taking brief turns at Sam but knowing it was also being feed live to the online world of sick and demented twisted Dean's already burning temper up to full blown but it was when he laid eyes on the little clamps hooked to Sam's chest and ran down his arching body to the cock ring she'd put on Sam to force him to endure their abuse with no relief on his part.
Then the person wielding the camera decided to show the whole online audience something he or she found amusing and the hunter felt as if his head would explode. "What the hell did that bitch put on my brother?" he growled, seeing the ring on Sam's penis wasn't like anything Dean had ever seen before and he knew he'd seen and done a lot of stuff in his life.
"She…called it a three-ring or something like that," Don couldn't watch this, letting his eyes stay on Dean's back and not missing a single way the hunter tensed with every moan Amelia elicited from the younger Winchester. "It's to…"
"I know what it's for, jackass!" Dean snapped, wanting to scream in rage as Sam's body arched in the tight restraints as another hand moved past Amelia who was giving further orders to her 'toy' as she rode him and laughed as the other hand, too large to be female, groped his brother and that was it.
Jerking his phone open, he had Garth dialed even as his eyes stayed locked on Sam's face to see the pain coming more as some of the drugs wore off in the exertion and he strained to struggle only to groan as a needle came into view.
"Garth! Have Becky shut this goddamn thing down…NOW!" he shouted, not caring if he was crying or not because the fear and pain that came briefly in Sam's eyes brought back other times to Dean. Times when he'd vowed to never let another sick SOB touch his brother.
The feed began to flicker just as Amelia spoke to someone off camera and Dean noticed it was one of the men she had with her up at the cabin, one of the bastards he planned to kill very slowly, and that urge increased when he realized in between fuzzy lines began to come through the live feed that she was telling the man he could…
"No…Sammy…" he felt like screaming, killing someone or puking again as the live event was shut down when Becky must have finally found the key to knocking it offline even though Dean knew that while the feed was down his brother was still being tortured and raped. "You do know I'm going to kill your wife, don't you?" he spoke back to Don in a tone that Dean himself didn't even recognize.
Don had shed his own tears as well as lost his dinner toward the end and knew that after seeing just this brief taste of what Amelia had done to his brother that Dean would without any doubt in his mind do just what he said…and he wasn't certain if he'd blame him.
"I'm…I didn't know she'd…I'm sorry," he whispered, ears picking up on another sound but before he could mention it or move he had an irate hunter in his face again.
"Fuck your sorry!" Dean was beyond enraged and it showed in his actions now. "Sorry isn't going to help Sam now! It isn't going to stop this from going further until I can get to him! It isn't going to take this nightmare away from him! It isn't going to…goddamn it."
Senses bred into him since he was old enough to hunt finally worked through his rage to allow him to feel the threat but even as he was shoving away from Don to whirl, reaching for his gun he saw stars as something crashed into the side of his head with enough force to knock him to one knee.
Snarling, his head ringing and his eyes blurry with tears and now white light from the force of the blow, Dean tried to react only to hear the sound of a weapon cocking right next to his ear just as a voice spoke from within the gaining darkness.
"Been a long time, Dean…or are we still going to try the Agent Criss line?" Agent Bryan Markus held his official weapon aimed steady just behind the hunter's left ear with his finger on the trigger. "Or maybe we should just call this one even and you can say bye-bye?" he asked as he lightly touched the trigger.
"BOOM!"
TBC
A/N: Sorry this one took longer. The Finale distracted me. As CH 4 progresses Sam and Amelia should be coming into it as live figures rather than on a screen…I won't promise how long or if the woman will live if Dean gets his hands on her.
Thanks to everyone who is reading this one. Since this one is pushing my usual limits it means a lot that you trust me this much to take this dark a turn…of course this is me and I always fix what I break. To the best of my ability.
Look for CH 4 soon.
