Sorry for the delay guys. My little brother has his exams and ofcourse he had to pile everything for the last moment so I am very busy these days. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy the chapter.
"Guys , how long does this road go on? " Kevin asked as he pulled his jacket closer around him against the chill air.
"Just a little farther. I found this house rented under one of Dean's aliases" Charlie said while panting.
"I hope Dean doesnt shoot us on sight" Garth said as he clutched the dart gun tighter. He hated this whole plan. One thing that he had learned was that no good can come from sneaking up on the Winchesters . But what was he supposed to do? Dean was not in the friendliest of the moods. He never had been with Garth. Those brothers really needed some time off to blow off some steam.
He had no idea how Bobby could keep up with their craziness and drama. First there was that whole cursed penny thing. Sheesh! , he didn't want to think what would have happened if he had come a second later. He just hoped that they weren't too late this time because according to the research on the curse , it was likely to get stronger . It was supposed to twist the victim's mind.
Their path finally ended and a house came into view. Garth immediately spotted the sleek black classic car shining in the moonlight. So they were in the right place after all.
"Told ya , this was the place" Charlie said brightly while tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear.
"Yeah, I still dont know if tranquilising him is necessary. I so dont want to be in Dean Winchester's bad books." Kevin said as they continued to walk towards the Impala.
"Look I told you , he's not himself. Even Sam seemed scared of him when I talked to him on the phone." Charlie said flatly.
"Yeah , its better that we just sneak in and shoot Dean. I'm sure that Sam wouldn't stop us" Garth said . They finally reached the Implala.
"Yeah , sneak up on a hunter , great plan Garth." Kevin said sarcastically.
"You got a better one besides the word of God." Charlie asked him and grinned.
"Ok , There's no back door of this place and I'm sure they wouldn't have left any windows open so we'd have to go in through the front door" Garth said as he patted his pocket which had a lock pick kit in it.
Kevin visibly shuddered. "Remember when I said that I needed a break , scratch that. I wanna go back to the boat."
"Oh , come on. This is gonna be fun." Charlie said brightly. Garth liked Charlie , unlike the WInchesters she was full of optimism just like himself. The Winchesters on the other hand were always knee deep stuck in some horrible mess. Well they always did end up saving the world.
Light was peeking out through the curtained windows so that meant that the brothers were still awake . Garth had hoped that they would be sleeping . He had thought about knocking on the door and talking to Dean instead of sedating but he remembered how talking to Dean had set him on edge.
So three of them against Dean WInchester was fair enough.
He was just about to climb the steps to the porch.
"Guys— theres someone inside the car" Kevin said and Garth turned around to go to the car.
Kevin fiddled with his phone and turned on the flash light to shine it on the passenger window. It fell upon a very pale Sam with a stitched up gash on his forehead. He was leaning against the window. Charlie gasped and tried to open the door but it was locked.
"Sam , wake up —Sam" Kevin said as he knocked on the window but Sam did not stir.
Suddenly there was a sound of the porch door opening , Garth spun around with his dart gun ready to see a very angry Dean standing on the steps of the porch holding two duffel bags .
Garth shot twice and Dean ducked. Dean dropped the duffel and jumped sideways hiding behind the small wooden wall at the corners of the porch.
"Darn it" Charlie said as she tried the other doors of the car. "Did any one actually hit him with a dart." She asked .
Garth and Kevin shook their heads.
"Dean , come on man . We're trying to help" Garth said loudly . " I've got the counter curse ready."
Silence. The only sound was the crickets singing. Garth clenched his teeth. How the hell did he get in this mess. Why every thing was so damn complicated with the WInchesters? Thats it after all this would be over he would definitely take a long sweet break to chill out. Maybe he could convince Sam and Dean to come with him too . Yeah he would definetly go chill out at some sunny beach sipping martinies.
"Dean. What did you do to Sam" Charlie asked loudly. Garth glanced at Sam who hadn't even moved an inch. His breath was fogging the window so at least he was alive. That was a plus because last time not-Dean had tried to kill Sam.
"You stay away from Sam" Dean said angrily ." Leave and I wont have to hurt you guys. "
"Dean. Lets just talk" Kevin said .
"You shouldn't have come Kevin. It isn't safe for you. Garth why did you bring the kid along?" Dean said still hidden behind the wall. His arm appeared and he quickly pulled one of the duffle towards him that had been lying infront of the porch door.
Charlie motioned towards Garth to slowly approach Dean . Garth nodded. They had just taken a single step when Dean suddenly stood up and shot . Garth shot but missed. Great , now Dean had a dart gun too.
"Er- Guys?" Kevin said quietly. Garth looked sideways to see Kevin pulling out a dart from his arm.
"We're not the only ones with a dar—" he said and Charlie grabbed his arm before he could fall face down. She propped him against the front tire of the Impala.
Garth aimed his gun and and waited for Dean to shoot again. Suddenly Dean emerged from the opposite end of the porch and shot before Garth could aim towards the other end. Dean must have rolled towards the other side when Kevin had fallen down and Garth wasnt paying attention.
"Garth , I'm down" Charlie said as she pulled out a dart from her stomach. She sat down besides Kevin before she could fall.
Ok ! Garth had to admit ; Dean had a hell of an aim. Much better than Garth himself.
"BALLS" Garth shouted. Another dart whooshed just inches from his ear. He quickly ran and hid behind the Impala. They should have come with a more solid plan than just sneaking upon Dean.
"Garth , come out" Dean yelled " I told you to drop this whole counter curse thing"
"No can do , Dean . Your melon's messed up" Garth shouted. He peeked a little above the hood and found Dean standing and heading down the steps. He quickly shot and ducked down again . He was sure that he had hit Dean this time.
"Sonuva—" Dean shouted and Garth got his confirmation.
"Yessss:" He hissed while shaking his fist. Sweet victory. He smiled to himself. He peeked above the hood again and found Dean sprawled over the steps. He stood up from his hiding spot and ran upto Dean. The dart was sticking in his chest on the front pocket of his jacket.
Garth tucked his own gun and decided to drag Dean's ass back in the house. Get some rope and tie him to a chair. He was just about to pick Dean up from the arm pits when Dean's fist suddenly shot up . It hit the unsuspecting Garth right in the jaw. Garth yelled out in surprise and pain before tumbling down the steps. He quickly rose to his feet and looked at Dean in shock.
"I thought that I had stunned you , ya idjit" Garth said as he flexed his painful jaw. Dean smiled as he climbed down the steps. He still had his gun in his hand while Garth's was tucked in his waist band. Damn it , he should have shot one more into Dean.
Dean pulled out the dart and reached into his pocked to pull out a brown leather book.
"Dad's journal. Saved my ass more times than I can count" He said as he replaced it and patted his pocked . Garth frowned when Dean dropped his dart gun . Garth quickly reached behind to pull out his own but stopped when Dean produced a real , frigging gun.
Really , was this guy out of his mind? Yeah he was. Damn witches.
"Whoa, dude. No need to get rash" Garth said as he raised both of his arms in a placating manner. He gulped when Dean clicked the safety off. Dean climbed down and stood face to face with Garth.
"Listen to me Garth. This is the last warning i'm giving you. STAY AWAY FROM ME AND SAM. We dont need your help. " Dean snapped at him.
Garth pursed his lips in a hard line. He was getting tired of Dean's tough guy routine.
" Dean just take the frigging' cure and I'll be on my merry way " Garth said calmly. He knew that there was no reasoning with Dean. He just hoped that Dean was sane enough to not shoot him in the head.
Dean's lips curled up. "Why cant you understand Garth. You're no one. Why do you keep chasing after us . You're not needed here. Just do your job and I'll do mine. You were supposed to keep Kevin safe and instead you drag his ass all the way out here."
"Yeah well , you're not doing so swell either. What did you to to Sam?"
Dean growled and Garth raised his eyebrows at him. Dean can look very intimidating when he wants to. Thats for sure. And did he actually growl? Garth had last seen a warewolf do that.
"Look Dean. Just take the cure and I wont bother you again. Even though I was thinking maybe we could go on a vacation together. Blow off some steam, maybe do a small salt and burn . " Garth said lightly as he eyed the gun that was getting too close to his face.
How did he wind up with the Winchesters again? Oh right that was when that whole Becky and Sam business, except that time Sam was the one messed up. Well he wouldn't change a thing because that was how he got to meet Becky. Yeah those were the good days.
He was pulled from his thoughts when Dean started talking again.
"If I see you again. I wont shoot with a dart gun. " Dean said as he thrust the gun behind him after clicking the safety back on. Garth sighed in relief but his relief was short lived when Dean punched him again. This time Garth felt it with full force and he was sure that he head a crack in his cheek bone , or felt it. He wasn't sure cuz now he was seeing stars.
When he came back from his short trip into space, Dean was clutching his collar. Garth smiled sheepishly at him.
"Chill out Dean. You've got issues. Why dont we talk like civilised hunters, maybe pop open some beers. " Garth said groggily. Dean released him before pulling out Garth's gun from behind him and Garth staggered back a little.
"Garth I appreciate your concern. You saved Sam from me and from that witch thats why I'm letting you off the hook"
Off the hook? You punched me in the face and threatened me with a gun . Garth thought but he kept quiet and watched Dean make his little speech.
"Garth , try to understand. This is what Sam wants. I'm doing all this for Sam and the curse is the only way that I can make him understand. " Dean said calmly.
"If this was what Sam wants then why did you knock him out?" Garth asked as he felt the bruise on his face.
Dean looked like he was gonna punch Garth again but Dean took a deep breath as if he was trying to calm himself.
"Sam will understand but I dont need you guys to worry about us. I know how to take care of my brother . " Dean sighed and dragged a hand on his face suddenly looking old and haggard.
"Dont you see how screwed up our lives are Garth. We both have died and gone to hell. Sam and me , we both have been tortured , hell I cant remember the last time when Sam had a nightmare free sleep. The kid cant even sleep right. I just want all this to be over. I just want to keep my little brother safe ." Dean looked so desperate that Garth felt a stab of sympathy.
" I know how much shit you guys have had to deal with and this is no different , just get rid of the friggin' curse Dean"
"No , and I dont want you guys messing up again." Dean said through clenched teeth. "Leave us alone and go deal with your own shit. "
Garth nodded. "Alright, I wont come after you" He lied and it was quite clear that Dean didn't believe him.
"Sorry but I dont trust you" Dean said as he raised Garth's gun and shot him in the chest in a blindingly fast move . Unfortunately Garth didn't have any magic journal to protect himself. He felt the sharp prick and the dizziness take over and he got his hands under him just in time as he fell down on the grass. Through his blurred vision he saw Dean putting the duffel bags in the back . He then moved Charlie and Kevin away from the car and the Impala roared to life.
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Sam woke up to a familiar yet strange sensation. He could feel the floor of the Impala rumble beneath his feet. He could smell gun oil and leather , thats what Dean smelled like . The Impala was moving so Dean must be driving. But his mind was jumbled and stray thoughts broke away before he could put them together. He could hear Dean humming to himself. Maybe he should go back to sleep , its not like there was anything wrong. Yeah . Nothing to worry about , nope. Just him and Dean coming back from a hunt . Yeah that must be the reason his head was messed up. Dean will wake him up when they reach a motel . What the hell were they hunting? Wait where was he? Oh the car , Impala , no baby. Not his , Dean's . Yeah . Home . Nothing to worry about . He wanted to go to sleep again. So peaceful. So good. Nothing to worry about.
Sam awoke slowly. But this time nothing felt familiar. His head was throbbing in time with his heart beat. He didn't know how long he laid there . He could feel the soft sheets underneath him. Were was the rumbling floor? How did he get on a bed? Where the hell was Dean ? He couldn't smell the gun oil and leather. Maybe he should drift off again. But a thought was nagging him at the back of his mind. Something was wrong , terribly wrong.
A sense of urgency tickled him but it was a stray thought at the edge of nothingness. He should wake up. Dean was in trouble. He knew that Dean was in trouble. He just knew .
Slowly he peeled opened his crusted eye lids and rays of light forked through his skull sending sharp stabs. He groaned and immediately closed his eyes again. After blinking several times he saw an unfamiliar ceiling. The flakes of paint seemed to drift down like snow. Maybe it was snowing. He smiled. A distant part of his mind argued that it cant snow inside.
He laughed then frowned . Something was wrong. What exactly. He had no idea. Maybe it was his throat , since it felt too dry and raspy. A scraping noise was heard and Dean appeared out of the wall , or from behind the wall. He was drying his hair. Maybe he got wet in the snow.
"Hey Sammy , you awake?" Dean asked as his face hovered above him.
Sam nodded , he realised he was still smiling . What was he worried about again ? He tried to sit up and Dean helped him . Dean always knew what to do. Dean propped pillows behind him. A glass was pushed against his lips and he greedily drank it up.
"You oaky?" he asked Dean. He knew that Dean was supposed to be hurt or something . He was relived that Dean was fine. Fine and smiling at him.
"I'm okay Sam. You should go back to sleep. You'll be better when you wake up next time. I promise."
Sam was fine but if he was fine then he wouldn't be seeing snow fall down. He looked around and saw the bright yellow colours on the wall dancing around him. Yeah he wasn't fine.
"K' Dean" he said as he slid back into bed with a contended sigh. He was so glad that he had Dean to look after him. He felt sad that there was no one to look after Dean since Dean was hurt. He was sure of it but Dean seemed fine. He was humming metallica , lulling him to sleep. His stomach was full from the pizza that Dean had ordered. Yeah he could taste a tint of olive on his tongue . When was that? Whatever . He should go to sleep.
This time Sam woke up with a jolt. Pushing the cover from above him. He felt lucid , more lucid than he had felt in days, weeks or maybe it was months. Time had no meaning. He felt isolated , disconnected. What had Dean done to him? He remembered Garth , Charlie and Kevin coming to get them but that seemed like it was weeks ago. Or maybe it was a month. He shuddered and looked around at the strange unfamiliar , flea-bag motel. He had no idea where he was or how he got here. He winced when he felt his right arm. It felt as if it had been used as a pin cushion. God! How many times had Dean drugged him?
He looked at the digital clock on the table . It was almost morning and the sun should be rising anytime soon provided that the clock wasn't busted. Sam waited for the digits to change making sure that the clock was legit . The soft yellow glow from the clock illuminated the dark room. Sam felt strange , alien. The other bed was empty , no outline of his sleeping brother. He looked around and for some strange reason he was horrified at the fact that the walls were not covered by a yellow wall paper. Where the hell was Dean. He needed Dean. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Get a grip Winchester. " he said to himself.
He staggered out of the bed and realised that he was in his sleeping clothes. He had no recollection of changing his clothes . Terror crawled at his throat. He hated this , - this not knowing. It scared him.
He splashed water on his face to calm himself. He could get through this . He could . He had been tortured by the devil himself but there hadn't been prolonged blackouts. He was always in the cage when he woke up. He was never in any alien place. In a nameless motel of a nameless town of a nameless state. Great , now he thought that cage was fimiliar to him. He must be loosing it.
He chocked on a sob and risked a glance in the mirror. He was sure that he had lost more than a few pounds. His skin was a sickly grey . The stitches from the gash on his forehead were gone and it had healed up nicely.
He felt nauseous and he was sure that whatever shitty thing that Dean had been injecting him with was the reason. He shivered and he looked more closely at the angry pin pricks red marks on his arm under the incandescent bulb. He counted seven marks.
He didn't know how long he remained sitting on the closed toilet seat as he tried to remember things. He felt as if he had just woken up from a very long confusing dream , the kind that you forget as soon as you wake up. No matter how hard you try you cant remember it. No- not a dream , definitely a nightmare.
He had vague memories of Dean and him talking in the Impala, laughing until his stomach had hurt on some stupid comment that a snockered Sam had probably made . Stopping at diners for breakfast. He even though that they had stopped to get icecream . He clutched his head in his hands. He couldn't take it anymore. He was tempted to run away as far as possible.
He got up and walked out of the bathroom. Sam looked at Dean's empty bed . It hadn't been slept in. What if Dean was in trouble . What if he had been taken because surely Dean wouldn't leave him drugged up like that. He remembered that whenever he had a few lucid moments Dean had always been there.
Sam unlocked the motel door and opened it . He glanced outside and saw no Impala parked infront of his door. He closed it and sat down on the bed again. He should shower and change and start searching for Dean. Maybe Dean would be drunk, passed out in some bar but that seemed highly unlikely.
He was just about to get up when the door flew open. A burly man with long black hair stepped inside and smiled as he looked down at the floor. Sam followed his gaze and realised that earlier when he had opened the door , he had disrupted the salt lines. How could he have been so stupid ? He would have gotten his ass handed to him by John Winchester on such a rookie mistake.
For a second both of them just looked at each other. Then the man's eyes turned and onyx black. Sam wasn't surprised ,he quickly reached underneath his pillow where he usually kept a weapon but his hands groped only at the soft sheets. Sam felt an invisible force fling him across the tiny motel room , he landed on Dean's bed . He reached under Dean's pillow but nothing there either.
He quickly slid off the bed and raised his fists, locking his knees to get a fighting stance. His mind was still a little hazy and thankfully the vertigo didn't last long.
"Winchester. I've been waiting for your pathetic brother to return but I guess you were stupid enough to break the salt lines." The demon smirked .
"What do you want?" Sam asked in a horse voice.
"The prophet ." the demon's face stretched into a sly smile. "I'll take you and then we can exchange you with the prophet. "
Sam gritted his teeth. Dean must have taken the demon knife . His only option was an exorcism but the demon would surely fling him again if he started it . He needed holy water. He was standing infront of the side table's drawers . He always kept a flask full of holy water in his top drawer. He hopped it will still be there.
Slowly he stepped backwards , closer to the table.
"We dont know where the prophet is. Me and my brother have been looking for him too." Sam said.
The demon rolled his eyes. "We have confirmation that you Winchetsers have the prophet wrapped around your fingers. Now we can do this the hard way or the easy way. Crowley told me to bring you alive but he didn't mention in which sate. He was delighted to hear that the little Winchester was all alone in the motel , unwarded and right within our reach."
" I'm not going anywhere. Besides you dont have the tablet . What will you do only with a prophet." Sam said as he moved his hand behind him , closer to the top drawer. The demon was scratching his beard.
"Hmmm . I'm sure that big brother will give us both the things in exchange for little Sammy. "
"Little ?" Sam repeated. "I'm six feet tall and I'm pretty sure that a lowly demon cant do squat to me."
The demon laughed . "Look at you kid. You can barely stand . You look like you just left your death bed and I dont want to accidently kill you. "
Sam suddenly clutched the table pretending to use it for support as if he would fall down any instant. He may as well use his weak state to his benefit. He pretended to pant loudly.
"Alright kid .Come on lets go . " The demon said as it approached him.
Sam quickly opened the drawer and his hands found the familiar silver flask. However he didn't have time to unscrew it when he felt the demon yank his collar and throw him down on the floor. Sam managed to keep his hold on the flask as he collided with the floor. He quickly stood up , backing away while unscrewing the flask behind his back.
"You know what . I think I'll have a little fun with you first. I always wanted to torture a Winchester." the demon said while licking his lips.
Sam backed away as he quickly lifted the flask and splashed the holy water on the demon's face . The demon hissed in surprise and clutched his face which was sizzling and burning.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.—-"
The demon screamed and Sam felt the familiar invisible force fling him again. This time he didn't have Dean's bed as his landing. He cried out as his back collided with the corner of the wall and he felt a sharp pain flare in his back starting from his tail bone. Thankfully he still had his flask but he had spilled some.
Gasping for breath ,he splashed the water on the demon who screamed in pain and fury.
" Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te...cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare "
Sam threw another splash before the demon could think about throwing him across the room again.
"Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis...Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge"
The demon screamed and ran towards Sam. Sam quickly backed away as he threw more holy water. He could feel the flask getting lighter and lighter. He knew he didn't have enough.
"invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine...quem inferi tremunt...Ab insidiis"
Sam thew the rest of the holy water and the demon's skin sizzled and burned. .
"WInchester " The demon screamed and Sam found himself once again in the grips of the demon's telekinetic hold.
He crashed into the cupboards and felt the air pushed out of his lungs . He fell to the floor panting and gasping for breath.
"diaboli, libera nos" Sam huffed out and suddenly the demon was on top of him, straddling his tighs.
"I tried to do this the easy way" The demon snarled as it punched Sam in the face. Sam immediately felt his nose crack and soon enough warm blood was oozing out, flowing towards his ear. He tried to wiggle out from underneath the demon but he was trapped on the floor. Every small movement sent waves of red hot pain in his back.
"Domine Ut Ecclesiam. " Sam panted as he stared into the demon's onyx black eyes , but he stopped when he was rewarded with an another punch.
He suddenly saw stars and blincked to get his vision back. Suddenly he felt the demon twist his arm and it easily pulled out of his socket . Sam screamed as a blinding pain soared through his arm. Teers pooled in his eyes.
"Awww , did i make little Sammy cry ." The demon said in a sickly sweet voice.
" tuam secura " Sam rasped out , but the rest of the words died out in a strangled choke when the demon closed his fingers around Sam's throat. Why was he always strangled . Why ?
"I got to give it to you. You Winchesters are persistent little pests." The demon said through clenched teeth. Sam clawed at the demon's hand with his good one but it was fruitless. He could feel his throat slowly closing. The edges of his vision were graying out.
"tibi— facias" Sam chocked out surprised when he actually heard the words leave his mouth . The demon screamed .
"Enough." The demon snarled and suddenly raised Sam up from the floor by his throat before pushing him back to the floor with demonic strength. Sam felt the back of his head slam into the floor and he immediately blacked out.
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A few hours ago.
"Alright, stop here." Charlie said as she swiped on the screen her phone.
Garth stopped his truck and took a breather. They had been driving for days chasing the Winchesters. If it were not for the tracker that Charlie had attached under the Impala when she had been shot by the dart , they would never have caught up with Dean.
They had chased the WInchesters from Ohio to Indiana , Illinois , Iowa , South Dakota and now they were in Oregon. They would have caught up sooner but Kevin had an adverse reaction to the tranq dart . He had already been taking something to increase his efficiency , harmless little pills, but mixed with the sedative had caused him endless seizures. Thankfully they had gotten him to the E.R in time before any serious brain damage.
Right now Kevin was sleeping peacefully in the back snoring loudly. Garth knew it was dangerous to bring him along but Kevin had thrown a tantrum like a teenager when they had talked about getting him back to the boat.
"Do you think , Dean knows that we're on his trail." Charlie asked.
Garth shrugged. "I hope not. What are we doing here?" Garth asked. They had stopped in a market place. It was almost midnight and the only place open was the huge bar in the distance.
"The car's here." Charlie said while showing him her phone. Garth looked around but there were no cars . There must be a separate parking lot somewhere.
"He must be in the bar." Garth said , while Charlie huffed out an obvious Duh.
"Alright" Garth said enthusiastically while slamming his fist in his hand. "This time we'll get him for sure."
Charlie shook her head. "Nah , this time . I'm gonna do this on my own." She said with grave seriousness .
"No , we need a plan." Garth said.
Charlie raised her eyebrows. "Trust me .I have a plan."
"Charlie —"Garth protested but Charlie was already opening her door. She turned to look at him and there was a mischievous spark in her eyes. She smiled brightly .
"Just be ready for my call. I know what I'm doing ." She winked .
"Charlie, wait ."Garth sighed but Charlie was already gone. Garth watched her lazily as she disappeared in the bar .
Well he might as well wait . He raised his legs placing them on the dash board. He opened his phone and frowned when he saw a dozen voice messages from different hunters. He sighed as he started with the one at the bottom.
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Charlie entered the bar and covered her hair with her hoodie . She immediately spotted Dean playing pool at the other end of the bar. She looked around and found what she was looking for . A bored girl sitting on the stool . She was wearing a small tight fitting dress that showed her curves and was lazily sipping a drink. Charlie made her way towards the girl and sat down next to her.
"Can you help a girl out?" Charlie asked as she pulled out a think wad of cash from her pocket and placed it on the counter.
"I'm listening" The girl said in a silky smooth voice. She was attractive and had dark brown hair hanging around her thin face.
Charlie smiled at the girl.
After explaining to her what she was supposed to do , Charlie handed her a small vile . Then they both began to wait.
After some time Charlie noticed Dean put down the cue stick and make his way to the bar. The girl slipped from her stool and made her way to Dean. Charlie moved away so that Dean wouldn't notice her. She sat down at the far table as she observed Dean and the girl.
Soon enough the girl was sticking to Dean and sliding her hands under his shirt. She ordered a drink and pushed the glass against Dean's lips . Charlie smiled , she knew exactly what kind of girls Dean found attractive.
The girl was now kissing Dean but after some time Dean pushed her away . He stood up and talked to her . He threw a few bills on the counter and began to make his way to the door. Charlie hurried towards the girl who had a satisfied smirk on her face.
"I made sure that he had a drink." The girl said as she winked at Charlie and handed her the empty vile back. The vile that Charlie had given her earlier.
Charlie thanked her and as promised gave her the thick wad of cash. She then hurried out of the bar. She looked around and saw the sign of the parking pointing behind the bar. Charlie entered the parking area behind the bar and spotted the sleek classic car. Sure enough Dean was sprawled on the ground besides the Impala. Keys in his hand and long scratc h on the door leading from the lock to the bottom.
Charlie smiled to her self.
"Payback is a bitch. You shouldn't have shot me Dean." She said as she pulled out her phone to call Garth.
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Dean groaned when he felt a light slap on his cheek . He opened his eyes and saw Kevin leaning into his face.
"Guys he's awake." Kevin announced . Dean pulled at his arms and ofcourse he was tied to a frigging chair in the middle of a deserted warehouse. His hands and arm were tied tightly to the arms on the heavy metal chair.
Damn it , what the hell happened. He remembered feeling dizzy . Someone had drugged him . Probably that chick at the bar who had bought him a drink and here Dean thought that she was trying to get him drunk to have a good time.
"Dean-o . Morning sleeping beauty." Garth said brightly. He was holding a glass filled with a murky black liquid. Seriously how Garth became a hunter was beyond Dean's comprehension. The man would'nt hurt a fly , well a non monster fly yet here he was tying Dean up.
"Let me go. I need to get back to Sam." Dean said as he realised that it was time for Sam's shot. Terror crawled in his chest . He hadn't chained or cuffed Sam . What if Sam woke up and ran away. The drug must have faded away by now. He knew he was playing a risky game by drugging Sam but after his little stunt with the gun at the house back at Ohio , Dean couldn't trust him any longer.
"We'll let you go right after you drink this." Garth said while holding the glass in Dean's face.
Dean immediately scrunched his nose when a pungent , nauseating smell hit him.
"Eww , get that away. It smells like feet." Dean said while turning his face away . No way he was gonna drink that shit.
Garth sighed.
"Dean , we can always force this down your throat." Charlie said casually. "it would be better if it doesn't come to that."
Dean gritted his teeth. What the hell was wrong with these people. They weren't family . He barely knew them and yet here they were. Why couldn't they just let him go. Let him go back to Sam. He had to take care of Sam.
Dean struggled in the chair but his legs were also tied .
"This time . I wont show you people mercy. I dont care if you're friends . You crossed a line." Dean shouted. He had to get back to Sam . Keep Sam safe. He had found a great place here in Oregon. Perfect and secure . All that was left now was to get Sam to the safe house. It was like fortress , a fortress against unwelcome guests.
He fought against the ropes but they didn't budge and instead chaffed his wrists.
The scrawny hunter infront of him pressed his lips into a straight line . "Dean " He said warningly. Dean rolled his eyes. Was Garth actually trying to sound intimidating?
"Lets just get this over with guys." Kevin said. He moved behind Dean . Dean immediately closed his mouth tightly.
Garth pressed his fingers above Dean's jaws while Kevin pressed his nose. He couldn't breath so he had to open his mouth at some point . Garth immediately jumped at the opportunity and forced the thick liquid down his throat. Dean had no choice but to swallow the thick liquid or else he would gag. The liquid tasted even worse that it smelled. Dean continued to swallow as fought the nauseating feeling.
Finally the glass was pulled away and he breathed . He felt bile rise to his throat and he gulped it back. His whole mouth had an acrid acidic taste. He had officialy tasted feat
"Alright." Garth said as he put the glass down. "Now for the second part." He took out a piece of paper and began to chant in Latin.
Dean felt anger flare in his chest. He had to get to Sam. He was positive that Sam would be lucid by now. Dean couldn't loose him. He had to get back.
Watch out for Sammy. A voice much like his dad's screamed in his head.
"Let me go." He shouted and struggled against the ropes , not caring about the burn marks on his wrists.
Garth finished chanting and for a moment they all looked at each other. Something was supposed to happen. Dean felt hopeful. Maybe the counter curse was a bust. He laughed.
"Well , well . Looks like you little spell didn't work." Dean smiled .
"No " Garth said as he frowned and looked at the paper in his hands. "No" he repeated.
Dean smirked . He felt happy to see Garth this miserable for once.
"Let me go or else —" Dean suddenly gasped. He felt a blinding pain in his head , behind his eyes. He twisted and squirmed. He was sure that he had never had a headache like this. He closed his eyes. His body continued to twist out of his control.
A pathetic sound escaped from his lips .The pain was blinding hot , like a stab. He felt tears pool in his eyes. He didn't know how long he suffered in that agony and after what felt like eternity , he could open his eyes. He didn't know how he got there , but he was lying on his back on the floor . There were no roped around him. All three of the hunters were looking at him with concern and worry.
He wanted to tell them that he's okay but there was something in his mouth. Garth pulled it out. It was a belt. Pieces clicked in his mind. He must have had a seizure.
"Dean , you back." Charlie asked softly. She helped him sit up. Dean rubbed his temples and nodded. At once he felt a wave of shame and regret. He remembered everything he had done. He remembered the threats and insults . He remembered punching Garth. He remembered—
"Oh God! Sam" Dean said as he quickly stood up but vertigo hit him. Kevin and Charlie supported him.
"I'm so sorry guys." Dean said to his friends.
"Its not your fault, Dean. Damn witches." Garth said while clapping a hand on his shoulder.
"Welcome back Dean." Charlie said brightly.
"Wooh, finally . Lets celebrate now." Kevin said wearily. He looked ill and too tired. They all looked tired and Dean's guilt went up a notch. He was so grateful to them.
Dean nodded but his guilt trip was far from over. He had drugged Sam till Sam couldn't think clearly , till Sam had become his puppet.
"We have to get to the motel." Dean said in a chocked voice. What had he done?
"Come on , you car's outside." Charlie said while handing him the keys. Dean took them and they began to make their way towards towards the door of the ware house.
"What the hell?" Dean shouted at the sight of his baby. There was a huge scratch on the door. Dean flinched when he ran his fingers over it.
"Yeah , you did that when I had you drugged." Charlie said as she made her way to Garth's truck.
"Sorry baby. I guess I end up hurting both things I'm supposed to protect , huh? Sammy and you. " Dean said while stroking the hood when the others were out of ear shot.
He sped towards the motel leaving Garth's rusty pick up truck behind. He hoped that Sam would still be in the motel . He should be lucid enough by now. Dean shuddered and tension flowed through his muscles when he remembered himself sticking the needle in Sam's arm . He had been doing it for the past whole week since they had driven from Ohio.
It was like he had been possessed or something but he hadn't been possessed. He remembered all of his fucked up reasons for doing what he did. He couldn't get Sam's pleading out of his mind . When Sam had begged him not to chain him. His otherwise stubborn brother had begged him.
Dean tightened his knuckles on the wheel till his hands hurt. God! He had chained Sam up like some — like some animal . How would they get past this? Would Sam even want to stay with him ? Forgive him?
Dean stopped infront of the motel and at once he knew that something was wrong. The door was wide open. He jumped out of the car and ran towards the room.
What he saw froze him in his tracks. He had never expected to walk in with Sam being strangled by some man. He quickly snapped out of his stupor as hot boiling rage took place of his shock. He saw red.
He heard Sam whisper the words , tibi— facias . An exorcism . The man was a demon. Dean reached for the demon knife tucked behind him and ran towards the demon but not before the bastard knocked Sam while screaming at his little brother.
Dean immediately finished the exorcism before the demon could even acknowledge his presence.
" libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos." The demon screamed and black swirling smoke gushed out through the open door. Dean roughly pulled the host's body away which had fallen on top of Sam. He did'nt bother to check if the man was even alive.
He dropped besides his unconscious little brother. He pushed his fingers against Sam's neck and felt the steady pulse. He sighed in relief and collected his tall , lanky brother in his arms.
" I'm so sorry Sammy. " Dean whispered in Sam's ear. "Its okay Sammy . I'm back "
Yay , Dean's back . So did you guys like the chapter? I just love Garth , I hope that I did his character justice.