1Chapter Six

Mountain who was known better as Vincent to his buddies sighed to Randolph who was driving as Frank and Billy sat in the back seat talking quietly with idle chit chat while the thumps from the trunk began to settle down.

"So what do you think about this guy?" Vincent asked Randolph.

Randolph pulled into a gravel drive and down a long stretch before he sniffed back enough to think on his response. "Well he's not a Fed. Did you see those Id's. He had CDC, Homeland Security, I think I even saw Wildlife in there. I think he's a professional."

"Not very professional if we have him in the trunk. There is something else going on. That article. Nia is somehow his target. So if it's a family hit they are going for our weak link. Maybe he's supposed to kidnap her...ransom...something Vanetti would get in the works to try and keep Gus from going through with those plans he's got in the works on the Hillsboro Estates. That hotel is going to really cramp Vanetti's market. Maybe you should call Clyde and see if you can run a check on Sam Winchester..." he paused expecting some response from the back seat. When he didn't get it he turned and slapped Frank on the shoulder. "Hey you hear me?"

"What?" Frank asked with a flinch.

"I said call Clyde and find out about this guy. Have him run every name on the Ids." Vincent scolded him. "And give me his hotel room key. We may find more answers there."

Randolph pulled the car up next to a darkened house and slowly put it in park. "I thought Phil was supposed to meet us here." He asked looking over the house in wonder.

"Nah he's still in the hospital. Said the package was in the back though...in the pen. He has it stuck off by itself." Vincent opened his own door and climbed out stretching. "You know this damn breeding bit has got to be Gus's worst idea. Don't get me wrong it's an art to funnel money through a stud ranch...but I always thought they just farmed out horses...who knew goats were in demand..."

"Where you want me to put it?" Randolph asked quickly as they walked to the back to the pen and saw the goat in question standing there next to the door as if patiently waiting for them.

Vincent looked to Randolph like he had lost his mind. "Where so you think I want you to put it?" he asked in disbelief.

"The trunk?" Randolph smiled at the thought of being trapped in a trunk with a goat...Luey's body was bad enough, but a goat...He shook his head. "Just wondering...it's getting a little crowded back there."
"Well one more animal ain't gonna hurt." Vincent undid the latch on the pen and let Randolph round the little guy up. "So you think he's gonna talk?" Vincent asked as he drew his gun, aimed at the trunk and then unlocked it. The door popped up and The man was ready for them. He lashed out with his foot and near sent Vincent sprawling to the ground. However at that moment Randolph near threw the goat at him and slammed the trunk shut. The noise from inside let him know that pay back for that kick was a bitch. He smiled looking to Vincent who was getting to his feet angrily.

"No I don't think he's going to talk...may need some convincing." Randolph finally replied.

"Yeah." Vincent rubbed his ribs as he retrieved his gun. "I'll convince him."

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Sam had never had a fight with a goat before...not once that he could ever remember. The last thing he expected upon having the trunk opened was for a goat to get thrown in on top of him. There was barely enough room for him and the body...now that the goat was inside with him though it was kicking out everywhere.

Sam felt his jacket rip under the force of the latest strong leg that near crushed a rip before he reached up and punched the bastard right in the head with the flashlight. He hit it five times before it passed out on top of him. "Well that's new." Sam reached down to the torn coat and felt where the foot had landed against his ribs repeatedly. He pulled back his hand and felt the blood there as he took in a long breath and near lost his dinner. God the goat smelled worse then the body. If this was some new torture technique it was definitely inventive and well quite frankly working.

Sam pushed the goat off him and shoved it as far up against the dead body as he could as he tried to catch his breath. He slowly worked his way out of his jacket so he could use it to staunch the flow from the wide gash against his side as he cursed himself having given away his shirt in the bar. It would have been nice to have used that instead of his coat. He gasped out as he put pressure on the wound and set his head back hard as he grit his teeth together trying to stay focused through the pain.

He settled back against the trunk bottom as the car began to move again. He had two focuses now...trying to not think about the smell and keeping himself from bleeding to death. He was feeling the lull of the car by the time the next obstacle presented itself.

Sam was lost in thought, trying to find a way out of this as he worried about Dean when he felt an itch across his shoulder and slowly eased his hand up to scratch it. He felt something brush against his finger. It wasn't like a speck, but it wasn't small either and it had definitely been crawling on him. He felt around quickly and finally settled back again thinking that it was just a beetle or something.

Dean would be alright...Sam kept telling himself that as he lay there, he kept telling himself that because he couldn't get out of this just yet and the alternative was less then comforting. He was still trying to convince himself of that when he felt the itch again...only this time it began at both shoulder and down the spine of his back. It wasn't just one crawling critter now...oh no...it was many. Sam swatted at his shoulder trying to free himself of the pests but suddenly felt a sting that radiates through his body in various places all at once. Like a thousand little bits that hurt worse then bee stings. Sam rolled over in the trunk as best as he could and turned the flash light on as he saw the bed of the trunk was being infiltrated by large red ants. He cursed as he grabbed up some of the plastic and quickly began to crush the ones he could and fill the hole that they had been coming in from. Fire ants...Sam remembered that this area was riddled with the nasty little insects as he finally settled back once more and pressed against his ribs again.

He had only been laying there for a few minutes when the itching began again...he turned the light on and looked around, but he didn't see any more ants. He was about to settled back down again thinking that his imagination was getting the best of him when noticed the whelps beginning to form on his arms. "Great." He whispered feeling as if something was crawling under his skin now. All he could do was switch between keeping pressure on his side and scratching as he began to have difficulty drawing in a complete breath by the time the care finally seemed to reach it's destination. Sam closed his eyes wheezing against the smell in the trunk as he waited for his chance to fight again...to get out...