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Chapter 15. Winchester Escape

Sam looked around at Missouri's lounge room as the psychic busied herself in the kitchen. He was still angry with his brother for springing that decision on him. Three had to be better than one right, especially when Dean didn't seem up to scratch. What if Dean had a bad headache while in the middle of the job or if he somehow managed to hit his head again? Sam wasn't all that sure what was going on in his brothers head with all these headaches but there was no telling what would happen if he was knocked in the head for a third time.

Sam walked around Missouri's small cozy lounge room, looking at various things. What was he supposed to do while Dean and Caleb were out saving the day? Here he was in Lawrence and not only was he banished from the hunt but he was also stuck in Missouri's house. It wasn't that he didn't like Missouri. Quite the opposite really but he didn't really want to be sitting down doing nothing.

If he wasn't able to contribute to saving his father then maybe he could use the time productively and do some sight seeing. He knew he wouldn't get to do that once everything was back to normal. His father didn't want anything to do with Lawrence and Sam doubted the man would placate his need to see their family's house

"Sam, are you alright in there sweetie?" Missouri called from the kitchen. Sam winced. He had to stop his thoughts from running wild. Missouri was a psychic after all and she definitely wouldn't let him leave right now. He couldn't let her find out what he was thinking.

"Yeah, I'm just looking at some of your photos." Sam replied, picking up a framed photo from on top of the TV. He turned towards the doorway to the kitchen when he heard the psychic come back into the room. She was holding two steaming mugs of hot chocolate if the chocolaty smell was anything to go by.

"Here Sam, I made us some hot chocolate to warm us up."

Sam put the framed photo back onto its perch on top of the TV. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to the kind black woman. "Thanks Missouri." Sam smiled while trying not to think about his plans. He had spent a bit of time with Mac working on how to block his thoughts from nosey psychics like the man's own son. Caleb had the annoying habit of reading someone with out asking.

"Hey Missouri," Sam began, an idea forming in his mind.

"Yes honey?"

"Maybe someone should call Pastor Jim. He might have already tried to call Dad's cell to talk to Dean for his birthday," Sam suggested.

"Oh my, it is his birthday isn't it?"

"Yeah," Sam said with a sad smile.

"I suppose you're right Sam." Missouri stood up. "Will you be okay by yourself for a moment?"

"Sure." Sam smiled.

"I'll just be a minute." Missouri assured him and then turned and headed back for the kitchen.

"Missouri." Sam stopped her before she could get to the door. "What about Mac?" The more people Missouri had to call the more time he would have to make an escape.

"I'm sure Jim will inform Mackland for us."

"Do you mind if I watch some TV?" Sam asked hopefully. He needed background noise.

"Sure honey, go ahead." Missouri looked thoughtful at him for a moment and Sam thought he had been had but she shook her head and left to find the phone. Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

Once she had disappeared into the kitchen Sam reached forward, snagging the remote off the table and turned on the TV. He turned up the volume slightly, loud enough for it to be heard in the kitchen.

The teen took a big sip from his hot chocolate, wincing at the hotness before standing up and quickly but quietly making his way to the front door and managed to open it with minimal noise. He stepped out into the cold air and closed Missouri's door again as quietly as he could and smiled as he accomplished the task without being caught.

Once on the sidewalk Sam felt slightly guilty for tricking the woman. She was going to feel terrible but this was something he had to do. With one last glance at the white two story house Sam took off in a sprint down the street, turning into the first corner he saw.

Missouri felt something all of a sudden. It felt like Sam but something was off. She frowned, concentrating on the thoughts and feelings that were almost just beyond her reach, the pastor's voice fading into the background.

"Oh my God!" Missouri suddenly exclaimed into the phone.

"Missouri, what is it?" she could hear Jim's concerned voice on the other end of the phone.

"Jim, I'll have to call you back." she didn't wait for Jim to answer before hanging up and running into the lounge room, finding exactly what she had feared she would find, an empty room. The TV had been left on and Sam was no where in sight.

Missouri quickly made her way through the lounge room and into the foyer area and swung open the front door. She hardly noticed the cold breeze as she ran down the front steps and skidded to a stop on the sidewalk. She frantically looked in both directions but it was no good. The thirteen year old was no where in sight. She hit the fence with the palm of her hand in frustration. The kid was fast she'd give him that.

Missouri mentally cursed herself. She should have been able to pick up on what he was thinking in time to stop him. Either she had been too preoccupied or the kid had gotten good at consciously blocking psychic readings. She wouldn't be surprised. She knew that deep down somewhere in Sam lay some powerful abilities, both her and Mackland had noticed it but John hadn't wanted to hear about it. He had preferred to not acknowledge the fact at all so the boy hadn't been privy to the same training as Caleb had been given.

Still it wasn't good enough. She had been entrusted with the boy's care and if you knew Dean Winchester you know that he didn't entrust his little brother's safety to just anyone and she had failed miserably. This was the second Winchester she had lost in a couple of days. Dean was going to kill her.

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John groaned. He didn't know how long he had been out this time but he did know that he hurt in some places that he didn't even know that he had, in some very obvious places too. His leg was on fire and he could feel a wetness on much of his leg due to the hole that Carlson had put there and he immediately knew that it was blood.

His whole body felt heavy and he wondered briefly what was lying on top of him. As he tried to move he realized quickly that there was something literally lying on him. He moaned as his leg protested the strain of trying to move while being pinned to the ground by god only knew what. His arms didn't like it much either.

In fact he couldn't even feel his hands at the moment and John knew that it was due to two things. One, the cord binding his wrists together seemed to be biting into them even more and two, the weight of his body lying on them didn't help either. The pain his sore and bloody wrists were in brought a stinging to his eyes. His arms in general were in pain from being in the same position for too long. They were aching.

Unfortunately they weren't the only injuries. His back wasn't in good shape, being flung into every wall and every decrepit piece of furniture in the basement had left him bruised, sore and with a major headache.

…"I'll remember that next time you get thrown into a wall."…

Dean's words came back to haunt him. They had only been spoken a few days before when he had been stitching up his son's head after the boy had gotten a little too up close and personal with a Rawhead. He wouldn't be picking on Dean for complaining about that anytime soon.

John panted as he tried to expand his chest enough to draw in a decent breath. It was a bit difficult with the pressure of whatever it was laying on top of him. Deep breaths, he needed to take a slow deep breath.

The oldest Winchester opened his eyes and saw light shining into the room from the small window above him. It was obviously day time but he had no way of knowing how far along during the day it was since his watch was strapped to his wrist which he was currently lying on.

He tried to shift again and groaned low in his throat at the pain shooting through his leg, back, arms, wrist and even his ribs and he was trying really hard to ignore the headache.

He was starting to get angry now. Okay well he had been angry since he had allowed himself to be captured but now he was pissed. He was John Winchester for crying out loud. He shouldn't be still stuck down in some old basement which he never wanted to see again. This ghost was not helping his anger by talking about his son's in such a manner. It was going to be a pleasure to salt and burn this spirits ass. But first he needed to escape.

Suck it up soldier.

The words came to his mind and brought a grimace to his face. How many times had he said those words to all three boys and here he was still lying on the cold ground like a weakling.

"God damn it!" he growled at the whole situation he was in. He was surprised at the scratchiness of his voice.

He needed to get out of this house and he needed to do it now because now it wasn't just his own safety that he was worried about. He was worried about his sons. He knew that they should be back in North Dakota if they had done what they had been told but the knowledge that it was Dean's birthday and he hadn't called and seeing Caleb's name on the caller ID of his cell phone he couldn't help but worry that the whole three of them would be searching for him in Lawrence. This was one of the most important reasons that John needed to get himself out of this mess. He knew that Carlson wouldn't hesitate to kill either of his boys and there was no way he could allow that to happen.

He had no idea where Carlson had gone or when he would be back but John realized that if he was going to free himself then he needed to get a move on. He had decided that it must have been the cabinet that he had seen earlier that was lying on top of him. It had been the only thing that he hadn't crashed into, up until recently that is. He figured that if he could manage to kick out with his good leg then he might have a chance of kicking the thing off him but it wasn't going to be easy.

John breathed a few steadying breaths to calm his beating heart. It was time to get to work. He closed his eyes and prepared himself. "One … two … three!" John tried bringing his knee up to dislodge the cabinet.

Pain blossomed in his body again but he did his best to ignore it as the cabinet moved enough so John could bring his good knee to his chest. He didn't waste any time in kicking out again. On the second kick John felt the old cabinet break and fly off him to land in a heap next to him on the floor.

John stayed where he was for a moment breathing heavily. The pain in his leg was burning and he wasn't looking forward to rolling off of his arms either but he knew he had limited time. He needed to push past the pain of the injuries and get out. He could worry about everything later.

John took another breath and opened his eyes. His vision was kind of blurry. He really needed to get a hold of himself. Taking one more final breath to prepare himself John quickly rolled onto his side. He moaned loudly as soon as his body weight was taken off of his bound arms. Tingling pain ran up and down his arms as feeling started to rush back into them. His hands however were still slightly numb and weren't going to get any better in their current predicament. John closed his eyes, panting, willing the pain to stop so he could think straight.

He opened his eyes with sudden determination. He needed to stop being a pussy and get himself out of here, if only to make sure his sons didn't walk into this mess. He wasn't about to watch anyone else he cared for die. With a new found surge of energy John lifted himself up onto his elbow and looked down at himself and sure enough his leg, especially the top half, was covered in blood. John shivered as he looked up and surveyed the room for anything that he could use to cut himself free of the ropes.

For a moment he thought he might have to try to escape with his hands still bound until he spotted something out of the corner of his eyes. On the other side of the room on the floor next to the stairs sat a small serrated knife. It looked pretty old and rusty but it would have to do. John was tired of being the victim and he had decided that it was now time for action.

TBC ...

Okay there it is finally after so long without posting. I really do hope you like this and the next chapter should be up in the next day or so ... most of it is already written so it shouldnt be long at all :-) Thanks for sticking with me :-) see you soon :-)