Bad Moon Rising.
Chapter 3
Sam came to with a groan, his head hurt like hell and he wondered if he was concussed again. He hoped not, he was already tired of not feeling well. Sam turned his head to take in his surroundings and frowned, this was not the motel he had been left at. He was in some kind of cabin, which looked like it hadn't been used in ages. There was a bed in one corner, and a small wood stove in another. There was even a small fire place. Sam groaned as he turned his head again, and his stomach grew nauseous, there was no doubt now, he was most likely concussed yet again. Sam tried to move from the position he was in on his knees with his hands behind him, but he realized his numb arms had been handcuffed behind him. Whoever had taken him really didn't want him to escape. Too bad they didn't know about the lock pick he kept in his shoe. Sam tried reaching for it, but it only strained his shoulders making them hurt. He cursed softly he had a feeling the person who had taken him was the werecat he'd let go. Boy was he cursing his stupidity now, for that mistake he'd deserved to be caught unaware. He wondered if Dean and his father even knew that he was gone by now, he hoped so, but he didn't put too much hope in them finding him anytime soon, he didn't even know where he was, so how could he expect them to know? Sighing, Sam closed his eyes as his head gave another throb; he really wished he could go back in time and kill that damn cat. Another thing that bothered him was how did that stupid critter even know where to find him? and how had she found the Winchester's so fast?
The door to the cabin opened slowly and in walked the prettiest girl Sam had ever seen, and he suddenly knew how the werecat had found him; Dean. There was no way Dean wouldn't have chatted her up.
"I see you're finally awake" she commented as she shut the door behind her and locked it. Sam scowled at her, oh how he wished he had a silver bullet right about now. She chuckled at his expression.
"I can see how much you want to kill me" she said "but that's not going to happen. I have plans for you and those plans don't include you killing me." She watched as Sam struggled again to reach his shoe and she smirked.
"If you're trying to find your lock pick, I found it first" she said pulling the instrument out of her pocket.
"I wonder how Dean could even talk to you; just from these few seconds I've been here I've gathered you're a bitch." Sam said, she glared at him and balled her hand into a fist and slammed it into Sam's stomach.
He gasped for air and bent forward as far as the handcuffs would allow. He hated this critter even more and he prayed that Dean and his father would find them soon.
As if reading his mind she laughed out loud. This boy depended on his family to get him out of precarious situations far too much. He wasn't much smarter than the older brother.
"I'm going to let your family find you but until they do you're going to suffer" Aerial said walking behind him and grabbing one of his wrists and bending it back until she heard a satisfying crack. Sam cried out in pain as he felt his wrist snap. Tears formed in his eyes and he cursed her.
"The pain you're going to be put through isn't even the worst, when they get here, I'm going to turn you and then force you to kill your family" she smiled at the horror she saw in his eyes.
"I can see you understand" she said as she kicked Sam hard enough in his side to break some ribs. He cried out again feeling tears fill his eyes.
"I will not hurt my family and if you do succeed in turning me, I'll make sure they kill me before I end their lives." Sam said from between clenched teeth. He wouldn't be the one to cause harm to Dean or John.
"Why are you so determined to protect them?" she asked "Dean willingly gave your position to the enemy"
"It wasn't his fault" Sam said "you managed to pull the same damn trick on him that you pulled on me making me let you go."
"How do you know that?" she asked cheerfully.
"You're more than just a werecat, you're a witch too." Sam panted his broken ribs hurting like hell. "A normal werecat can't mind control someone. Besides it's not like he done it on purpose."
"You're far too smart for your own good." Aerial commented. "Which is why you're going to survive long, after you kill your family I'm going to kill you."
"Why?" Sam asked "killing me is pointless if you make me kill them leaving me alive would make me suffer more." He was determined no matter how much pain she put him through he wasn't going to hurt his family.
"I'll have to give that one some thought" she said as she did appear to think about it. "No, that will give you the chance to kill me. Not going to happen." Sam glowered at her though he knew it would only bring more pain on him. And he was right, she broke his other wrist.
"Oh Sammy we're going to have so much fun" she said smiling this time there was no beauty behind it only pure evil.
"Torture me all you want" the thirteen year old panted "But know this no harm is coming to them even if I have to kill myself."
She shook her head the boy didn't seem to get it, she was the one in control not him.
"What makes you think I'll let you?" she asked her voice laced with pure malice. Sam didn't say anything but his stiff posture said more than words could ever say.
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