If they were mine, you would be seeing this on TV and there would be no need for the term "Hellatus."
.~o()o~.
Boss released Sam's hands from the shackles. He collapsed as soon as there was nothing holding him up. He tried to catch himself, but his arms were unresponsive, on fire with pins and needles. He landed face first on the floor, scraping the end of his nose and his chin. Pain shot through him at the jolt and he couldn't help yelping a little as he landed.
Boss dragged him to his feet, no mean feat considering Sam dwarfed him by a good foot or more. Sam bunched his muscles and moved onto the balls of his feet, preparing for a desperate run, but Boss was too fast for him and he was arrested mid flight, unable to even twitch.
"Is that anyway to treat your new lord and master?" Boss mockingly pouted. "You should be pleased. At least your soul will live on, even if you're body won't. All things considered, it's a good deal."
Sam felt a crushing band tighten around his chest, squeezing the breath from his lungs. Coughing and choking, he nearly panicked, but as he felt black edges encroaching his vision, he was released. He immediately began sucking down great lungfulls of air.
"Are you gonna behave?" Boss whispered in his ear. A strange outside force caused him to nod his head, then the same compulsion overtook his limbs, forcing him to climb up to the bamboo platform and lay still on his back. Boss tied him tightly to the platform, first his ankles, then his wrists. When he came to Sam's dislocated limb, he pulled it cruelly to the bonding, making Sam writhe in agony as he struggled to keep his screams from escaping.
"Now for the final touch," Boss pulled out a wicked looking, serrated knife, gleaming like silver even in the barn. He set the tip of the knife to Sam's bare chest and began to carve. There were geometric patterns and great looping designs and with every cut, leaking blood across his tortured body, Sam lost himself a little more to the pain.
When he came back to himself, he was conscious of Bo shouting for Boss to leave him alone. "I'm ok. I'll be all right." Sam tried to calm him, but the words somehow got lost in his mouth and he knew he would need all his wits about him to find them again.
He turned his head to watch as Bo too was released and dragged over to the noose. He could not disguise the look of relief on his face when he finally sat down on the chair. The rope was fastened around his neck and his hands were tied to his belt loops to keep him from reaching and taking the noose off.
"And what is a cake without the icing?" Boss asked, pulling out a large container from the corner. Boss hefted it up and poured right over Sam's face and torso. Sam fought to keep from gagging as the warm, slimy, congealing mass of blood coated his body. Bo was given the same treatment before the container was empty.
"There, that should do it. Now we can let the water do the rest. I have an arrangement to make concerning poor Dean." With that, Boss opened a valve and the ominous sound of dripping water filled the room.
.~o()o~.
Half an hour had passed. Luke was frantically turning pages and Dean was furiously writing. Suddenly, Luke stopped.
"Hey Dean," he called.
"Whatcha got?" Dean was at his side instantly.
"Last week, Boss bought himself an old abandoned barn. It is about halfway between Hazzard and Chickamahonie. There are no farms nearby and the land has no value. If he bought it, it would just be to knock it down. Do you think?. . ."
"We've got nothing else. We will have to check it out." They grabbed everything and left, not even bothering to wave goodbye to Mary Ellen. Rosco stopped them just outside the door.
"I found out where Boss is keeping Bo and Sam. He's got them tied up in basement. You had better hurry. He plans to kill them soon."
Luke made as if to rush after Rosco, but Dean stopped him with a hand on his arm. Something didn't seem right.
"What?" Luke cried. "You heard him, we have to hurry."
"Just wait," Dean muttered then, looking squarely into Rosco's face, he uttered one word. "Christo."
Rosco's face changed, eyes turning to coal and lips twisting in a sneer. Dean pulled out his bottle of holy water and splashed rosco in the face. It sizzled and steamed and Rosco shrieked in pain.
"Run!" Dean shouted. They dashed to the Impala and Dean squealed awat from the curb, Rosco tailing them, sirens wailing.
"What's the quickest way to get to the barn?" Dean shouted to Luke, then started addressing his car. "I'm sorry baby," he muttered as he pushed her up over 140 and wrenched her around the turns Luke was shouting out.
There were several ways to get to the barn from Hazzard, but at every crucial point, they were met with a white car and flashing lights.
"Its never this hard to shake Rosco. He's driving like a man possessed." Luke spoke frantically.
"Really, jokes at a time like this?" Dean shot him a furious look as he cranked the wheel into yet another u-turn on gravel roads. "At this rate, we will never reach Sam."
"Wait, turn down here!" Luke shouted. If we jump the creek, I think we can make it."
"In my baby?" Dean yelped.
"It's an escape route that Rosco can't cut off in time and it's the only chance we've got."
For a moment, all Dean could see was the Impala, smoking and twisted, lying in the water, but he shoved it out of the way and replaced it with a picture of Sam's face, twisted in pain and calling out his name.
"I'm coming Sammy!" he yelled as the ground dropped out from under them. Dean swore his stomach tried to crawl out his mouth, but then they were back on solid ground, shaking and rattling as they hit with a solid THUMPPPPP!
Dean cast a glance behind him long enough to see the front end of the police car crumble as it took a nose dive into the ditch.
"Just go straight," Luke said, glancing over his shoulder. "He can't stop us now." And the Impala roared on in a cloud of dust.
In a matter of minutes, a ramshackle old barn began to take shape in the distance.
.~o()o~.
You can thank Lady Aescwyn and TraSan for the quick update. It really does help me get them up faster when I hear from you. Review and you will pull more story out of me.