Chapter 6 - Snap Out Of It!
Sam looked around, slightly nervous, as Katie prodded him down the hall. He had a bad feeling about where they were going, and what would happen to him. Katie stopped him in front of a bolted door, opened it and pushed him in.
Sam's brow furrowed with confusion. It was a bedroom. An ordinary bedroom, with a bed, a wardrobe, and a fireplace. He shot his quizzical look at her, and she smiled in return.
'I need to put you somewhere while I change the attic around,' she said matter of factly. 'Go sit against the wall, next to the fire place.'
Without hesitation Sam sat where she had pointed. This could be his chance to escape. While she was busily fixing a chain to the underside of the bed, Sam dug quietly into his back pocket, pulling out a pick and slowly beginning to pick the lock on the cuffs.
He smiled slightly as one fell away, and began on the other. Once he was completely free, he reached over to the small poker that was sitting beside the fireplace, and hid it behind his back. When Katie turned around, it looked like Sam was exactly how she left him.
'Have a big rest Sammy…it's the last you'll be getting,' she said, approaching him.
'Oh yeah?' responded Sam. 'Well…I don't think so.'
He plunged the poker deep into her stomach, until it broke through on the other side.
'Sorry Katie,' he muttered as she gasped in surprise. He stood up, ready to leave.
'You don't think this will actually do anything,' Katie hissed angrily, slowly sliding the poker out of her stomach. The wound healed immediately.
'Oh shit,' complained Sam. He cracked his knuckles. 'Looks like this is gunna be don't the hard way.'
She swung at him, and he ducked, lashing out with his feet and tripping her up. She landed hard on her back, but she was on her feet in two seconds flat. They circled slowly, before each swinging a punch, and having a hand-to hand combat. It came to a stop as Sam got hold of her arm and twisted it behind her back.
'If I had a gun, I'd kill your ass,' he whispered. He grabbed the cuffs and cuffed her to the bed post, and ran out the door, bolting it behind him.
'DEAN!' yelled Katie. 'DEAN HE'S GETTING AWAY!'
Dean appeared instantly in the hall, and Sam nearly running straight into him.
'Dean man, c'mon. It's Sam, it's your bro.'
'I know who you are,' said Dean. 'I told you Sam…join the dark side. It's so much better. Not a worry in the world.'
'Dean…SNAP OUT OF IT!' Yelled Sam.
He wanted his brother back more than ever. With a grunt of frustration, he ran back in the opposite direction, determined to find a way out of the house. He'd get Dean later. While Dean was quickly freeing Katie, Sam ran down some back stairs.
He weaved his way through the house; thank god he knew the way around. He crashed through the front door, Dean and Katie pounding behind him, and slid into the car. He was gone in a flash.
Dean and Katie slid to a halt, their eyes flashing.
'He stole my car!' yelled Dean angrily.
'Find him,' ordered Katie. 'FIND HIM!'