Gate of the demon
………-- vision
...….-- host to symbiote
Arriving at Missouri's place, Sam and Dean went inside while Daniel took a walk. All of that talking about the past made him angry. He ignored the people who looked at him as he walked by, and he ignored the sweat that trickled down his face from the heat of the day. For some unknown reason, he found himself knocking on the door of his last foster house.
"Hi. Is this Benny Jones' place?" he asked the young girl that answered the door.
"Yeah, it is," the girl answered, keeping her eyes solidly fixed on the floor.
"Does he hurt you?" Daniel whispered, bending to a knee, tilting her face up, checking over the faded bruise on her cheek.
The girl nodded. She cringed visibly when heavy footsteps echoed.
"Who's at the door?" a loud voice demanded.
"Some one who remembers you as clear as day, you son of a bitch," Daniel responded, hiding the girl behind him. He whispered instructions to the girl, who ran off to do as she was told.
"The fucking useless piece of shit," Benny said once he recognized Daniel. One immense hand pulled him inside and slammed the door.
Daniel grunted when Benny punched him. He fought back, not willing to use his powers, knowing that he could kill in his angered state. Ducking under a blow that would have laid him out flat, he landed a right hook to Benny's jaw before the man picked him up by the throat and threw him down the stairs into the basement.. Dazed and bruised, Daniel couldn't fight back as his hands were tied behind his back with rope. Then, before he knew it, he was being slung over Benny's shoulder and brought upstairs.
Benny grinned as he dumped Daniel into a kitchen chair, grabbing a dishtowel and gagging the archaeologist.
Daniel suffered through hours of torture, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
Sam stiffened at the same time as a small hand knocked on Missouri's door. He could feel Daniel's anger, which was quickly fading to intense pain. Squeezing his eyes shut, he waited as the psychic opened the door.
"Amy, what's wrong?" Missouri asked, comforting the crying child.
"Benny's hurting some one. That man was nice to me, and he knew that Benny hurt me," the child said in between sobs.
"Daniel," the two siblings said in unison.
"Missouri, call the police. That man who's getting his ass kicked is our older brother," Dean ordered. "Sorry for the strong language, Amy. We'll explain everything later, Missouri."
The little girl nodded in understanding, watching as the two ran out of the door and down the street.
Fifteen minutes later, squad cars surrounded the Jones' place. The sheriff got on the bullhorn to try and convince Benny to let his hostage go and to surrender. They got their answer ten minutes later, when a bundle flew through the air from an open window, landing nearby on the sidewalk. A deputy unraveled the towel-wrapped bundle after checking it over. It was a wallet, soaked in blood, containing Daniel's identification and a note.
'Don't try to come in. I'll kill him if I have to,' it said. Once every one heard what was written, a sudden scream pierced the air.
"Daniel!" Sam shouted, struggling as another deputy held him back from charging the house.
A sniper was posted in the house next door, waiting for a clean shot to take Benny down. Three hours later, Benny emerged, an arm locked firmly around Daniel's throat. For the first time since the entire incident began, Sam and Dean were truly scared for their remaining true family member.
Covered nearly head to foot in blood, Daniel looked too pale to be healthy, like he was the walking dead. His shirt was gone, showing the wounds he had received from a kitchen knife. His pants were soaked through with it. He was unsteady on his feet, his legs almost giving out on him, but his will kept him standing. His slightly glazed eyes were watching the bloodied knife held at his throat.
"Where's Amy?" Benny growled, keeping himself hidden by the door and using Daniel as a shield.
"She's right here, asshole," Dean said, laying a protective hand over the girls' shoulder.
"She's to come here and you'll get him back alive. If not, he dies right here in front of you all," Benny growled, turning his head inside at a sound that only he heard. Unconsciously, he lowered the knife and stepped back inside the house, dragging Daniel with him. A sudden spike of pain tore through him, causing him to involuntary stab Daniel before sinking down to the ground, dead.
Daniel himself sank to the ground, unable to stay on his feet any longer. He was tired, so tired.
Rushing to the open door before any member of the sheriff's department could stop them, Sam and Dean waited for a moment, listening for any noise and ran inside. The sight of Daniel sprawled in his own blood made them fear that he was dead. But the sight of John Winchester holding a bloodied dagger froze them to the spot.
"You know the truth," he whispered. "See me at Missouri's later. And bring him there when he's better."
Once he had gone, the brothers applied pressure to the wounds, doing their best to stop the bleeding. An officer came in to tell them and the newly-arrived paramedics that the ambulance wasn't working and that they would transport Daniel to the hospital by squad car. They quickly placed Daniel on a stretcher and then on the back seat of the car, and, with sirens wailing loudly, hurried to the hospital, where the linguist was immediately brought to the OR.
There ya go people. Another chapter done and posted for you readers. Review when you see that shiny button at the bottom of the page. Criticism helps me understand what you, the reader, wants.
Next time, you find out who has a Tok'ra, explaining the host to symbiote symbols. And Daniel gets out of the hospital, finally.