Chapter 4 - Could This Day Get Worse?
'You all right, Dean?' asked Sam as Dean climbed into the car.
'Yeah, I'm fine,' said Dean, slouching back against the seat.
'Where'd you get those sunglasses from?' asked Sam, confused. 'I've never seen them before…dude, it's not even that sunny today.'
'But it's too bright…and my head hurts,' Dean mumbled, casually looking away.
'So…are we going?' asked Sam. 'you said you wanted to drive…I'm letting you.'
'Actually Sam, no, we're not going,' said Dean, pulling his gun and pointing it at Sam. 'Get out of the car.'
'Dude…what are you doing!' exclaimed Sam. Dean rubbed his head, dislodging the sunglasses, revealing his eyes.
'Doing what my master wants,' he said. 'Now, GET OUT OF THE CAR!'
'Yeah Sam, out of the car,' came Katie's voice from behind him. Sam turned to look at her in surprise.
'Not you too!' he groaned in frustration, seeing her eyes.
'Hey Sam,' hisses Katie. 'Do you know who I am? That's right…I've been waiting so long for you to get better, I told you I'd be back. Now…get out of the car.'
Sam slowly opened the door, keeping his hands in sight. 'Dean? C'mon Dean, I know your there somewhere.'
'That's where your wrong,' said Katie slamming him up against the car. 'I sucked his life from his body…his body is empty. It obeys only my commands.'
'You're a little piece of shit, you know that Sam?' said Dean, as if to show his capabilities. 'All you ever did was betray dad and I…it's so much better on the dark side. You should come and join us.'
'No,' said Sam, lashing out and punching dean in the face. Katie pressed her gun to the side of his head.
'I wouldn't do that,' she said softly, running the muzzle of the gun down his face. 'We hold the power.
Dean extracted some handcuffs and roughly put them on Sam's wrists, behind his back.
'Time for some fun,' he said, and with a swift punch to the temple, Sam was out like a light.
'Good work babe,' said Katie, kissing Dean softly. She walked up the path to the house, Dean behind her, carrying Sam over his shoulder. Once inside, Katie led the way to the attic, her eyes lighting up in happiness at the state of the room. It wasn't your normal attic.
'Have your pick sweetie,' said Katie to Dean.
After a glance at all his possible options, Dean moved over to a cage, that was just big enough to hold a man, and lowered Sam in through the door on top of the cage. He slid the door shut, locking it into place, and grabbed a nearby remote, pressing in a couple of buttons.
He watched in fascination as the cage lowered into the floor, and a wooden panel slid over the top. If he hadn't known better, it would've looked like a normal attic.
'Let's see if he can last in there,' said Katie. 'C'mon Dean…we need to hunt. I'm getting hungry.'
They left the attic, locking the door behind them.
Sam awoke to pitch black. He moaned quietly at the harsh throbbing in his head, and went to touch it, but found his hands were still cuffed behind him. Where was he? He failed the attempt to straighten his legs, realizing that he was in some sort of cage.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness though, he could see that it wasn't just a cage that imprisoned him. As his fingers slipped through the small bars behind him, he came to a realization that he was surrounded by concrete.
'Just great,' he muttered.
He couldn't feel air coming in, which concerned him, but he was breathing easily, so that would have to do for now. He tried to maneuver his hands in front of him, but the tight space allowed no room for change. He was stuck. In a small space. Again.
This day couldn't get any worse.