Bobby's Daughter
I do not own anything you recognize…
Chapter Nine
"How am I supposed to carry this," I asked Dean, referring to the huge sack of salt and gasoline he gave me. I shuffled the duffle on my back again.
We had driven to the edge of Mr. Gallagher's old property and gotten out, being sure our guns were loaded.
"Figure it out," he told me, glancing back and giving me a smirk.
"Bite me. If it weren't for your stupid arm…"
"Quiet, Syd." I shut up. "Hear that?" There was a low moaning sound.
"Sammy," I asked.
He nodded. "I'm gonna kill that bitch if he hurt Sam."
"Yeah, yeah. That's the thirty-second time I've been told."
"And I mean it," he told me as we continued on our journey to the house which was about three-hundred yards away. "I'm gonna rip his ass limb from limb."
I rolled my eyes. "You could really win over any woman with these lovely ideas," I told him. I was trying to keep Dean from a stage of rage by making some smart remarks. That would be no good.
"Damn straight." And we continued. We had just reached the front porch of the house when the moan became a scream. Dean cringed at the thought it might be his brother. "I'm coming, Sammy," I heard him whisper.
And then Dean kicked down the door. There was blood everywhere. On the walls, on the floor. In the middle of the room, there was Sam. I knew it was him. You couldn't miss that face. He was hanging in the middle of the room, shirtless. There was torture marks up and down his chest and only God knows what on his back.
"Move it, Syd," Dean shouted, as he went into the room, already shooting at Ryan.
I obeyed and ran in, starting to untie Sam. "Sammy," I asked him as I released the last piece of rope. He collapsed to the ground. "Sammy?"
He moaned. "It's Sam."
I smiled. "Good to meet you, Sam." He passed out.
That's when I heard Dean. "Shit," he cursed as he was thrown against the wall.
I turned to look back at Gallagher, but it was too late. I came face to face with him. Then I passed out.