Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 3

Disclaimer: Everything recognizable in this story belongs to the CW and Kripke. I'm just playing in their sandbox for a little while.

Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is late.

Warning: Lots of cursing in this chapter by an upset John.

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Previously: Sam swallowed convulsively as he looked at the insane man before him. "Dad, Dean, where are you?" he thought just as he felt a solid fist impact with his right eye.

As Hank's fist connected with Sam's eye, he felt his head snap back from the force of the blow causing it to impact with the concrete wall behind him. He groaned as a massive headache immediately took hold making him extremely nauseous. Taking a few deep breaths to quell the nausea, he raised his head to glare at the evil coach standing in front of him as best he could with one swollen eye. "You sure a brave man when your opponent is unable to fight back. You're nothing but a freaking coward." Sam snarled with a venom laced voice.

"I guess you haven't learned your lesson yet you insolent little bastard." sneered Hank as he raised his hand and backhanded Sammy across his already swollen mouth. "If you don't want me to ram those pearly white teeth down your throat, I suggest you keep your damn mouth shut boy."

Sam clenched his fists in anger but held his tongue knowing that the coach would probably do as he threatened. He'd do himself no good if he got the coach so fired up in anger that the man ended up beating the shit out of him. He needed to be as healthy as possible if he was going to find a way out of this mess.

"That's better." smirked Hank as he watched Sam taking a few deep, calming breaths. "Children should be seen and not heard." Walking over to the table in the middle of the room, he picked up the Polaroid camera that was sitting there to launch the second part of his plan which was to torment the son of a bitch who had shown him up in front of his friends. He'd show John Winchester just who was the better man.

"Say cheese" Hank cajoled as he quickly snapped a shot of Sammy's face before the youngest Winchester could look away. He wished he could be there to see John's face when he found the photo and saw his precious little baby's face. His eye was already taking on a nice shade of reddish purple and blood was once again seeping from the split lip since he had reopened the wound upon backhanding him.

"What the hell?" Sam growled as he closed the one eye that wasn't swollen shut as the bright flash glared in his eye.

"Just a little souvenir for daddy dearest" Hank answered with pride as he turned the picture over and taped a previously handwritten note to the back of it. "I want your stinking father to see just how much fun we are having together."

Sam hung his head upon hearing the man's words. He had no doubt his dad and Dean would lose it upon seeing the injuries to his face, but now they would know just how weak he was since he hadn't been able to defend himself. His dad was sure to be pissed with him for not being totally aware of his surroundings at all times.

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After searching the coach's office and not finding any viable evidence, John knew without a doubt that he was going to need some help on this one. He was not going to allow pride to get in the way when Sammy's life was at stake. As they walked back outside to the Impala, John pulled out his cell phone and started scrolling through the names for the one person he knew would be able to help--he just hoped he would be willing to after their last meeting. Pushing the call button, he stood by the door of the Impala as he waited for the gruff hunter to pick up.

"Singer here, what can I do for ya?" came the voice through the line.

"Bobby it's John, I…"

"What the hell are you doing calling me Winchester? I meant it when I told you I'd fill your ass full of buckshot if I ever saw your sorry ass again." Bobby informed the man he had called friend for a hell of a long time.

"Bobby please, I need your help, it's Sammy." John stated as he thought about the last time he had seen Bobby when he had indeed threatened to shoot him if he ever saw him again.

They had just finished a hunt for a crocotta where Dean had nearly been killed when the thing had disguised it's voice, making it sound like Sammy was in trouble. Dean had raced to help, falling into it's trap and his arm and shoulder had been sliced up pretty bad with it's razor like teeth before John had realized what had happened and killed the thing. After stitching the gashes, John had taken him and a concussed Sammy to heal at Bobby's place. While there, Dean had developed an infection that left him out of it for days. He was just starting to get well again when a possible lead had came in about the thing that had killed Mary and John couldn't let it pass. John had packed up Sammy and a very weak Dean and hit the road again much to Bobby's chagrin. It angered Bobby to no ends that John would willingly put Dean at risk causing Bobby to pull a shot gun on him warning him that he ever showed his face again, that he would fill his ass with a load of buckshot.

"Look, I wouldn't ask you for help if I had any other choice. Sammy's been kidnapped and we don't have a whole lot to go on. I could really use your help man." John pleaded.

"Damn it all to hell, why is it you Winchesters always have the worst damn luck?" Bobby swore as he swiped his ball cap from his head and flung it across the room. "How can I help?"

Breathing a huge sigh of relief, John said, "I need your help in figuring out who took Sammy. I know I've seen the man somewhere before, but I just can't remember where. I've been racking my brains for the last thirty minutes and I keep coming up with nothing."

"What do you have to go on?" Bobby questioned, ready to help in any way he could. Just because he was pissed with John didn't mean those feelings transferred to his boys. Hell, he could never turn his back on those boys after having watched them grow up.

"Just the description of the man." John answered honestly. "The kidnapper is approximately six foot tall with blonde hair and slightly balding. He has a muscular build and a tattoo of a lightning bolt on his left bicep."

"Holy shit, that sounds a lot like that lunatic Hank Reynolds." Bobby stated with a hitch in his breath. If that crazy bastard had Sammy, there was no telling what he would do to the kid. The man had used to be a good hunter but had gone off the deep end as far as other hunters were concerned.

"Son of a bitch!" John swore emphatically suddenly remembering the man with utmost clarity. He had met up with him on a hunt for a supposed group of vampires. Hank was sure the nest was located in an old and abandoned building on the backside of Chicago. They had been watching the building for a couple of days learning their habits when John had suddenly discovered the group was nothing but a bunch of run away kids who were strung out on drugs and got their highs from bleeding each other. Determined to prove him wrong, Hank had knocked him out and then captured and tortured two of the kids trying to make them talk. By the time John had gotten inside the building, both kids had nearly been killed. Anger turned into rage after John had seen what Hank had done and he literally beat the crap out of the man while belittling him in front of everybody to see, including the two other hunters who had joined them for the hunt.

"Dad, dad what is it? What did Bobby say?" Dean asked with a fear filled voice as he saw his father's strong reaction to whatever Bobby had said to him.

John held up his hand with his palm out letting Dean know that he needed to wait a minute while he finished the conversation with Bobby. "You know this is in revenge for that hunt right Bobby? He took Sammy to get back at me. There's no telling what that crazy bastard will do to him. We've got to find him quick."

"I'll dig around and see what I can find for you John. You know I really care about the kid. I'd do anything to keep him from being hurt." Bobby stated with sincerity.

"I know you would, and thanks Bobby. Just please, get back to me as soon as you can." John added before disconnecting the call.

"Well, what did he have to say?" Dean inquired before John fully flipped the phone shut.

"He knows who took your brother and so do I. It's a hunter named Hank Reynolds and he's one psychotic son of a bitch." John answered as he ran his fingers through his hair in agitation.

"Why would a hunter want to take Sammy? That just doesn't make sense." Dean said unbelievingly.

"It's my fault Dean. Your little brother was kidnapped for something I did years ago. That monster is going to torture Sammy to get back at me." John replied in answer to Dean's question watching his son begin to pale. "We were on a hunt together a few years back. It was that time I left you boys with Pastor Jim because you both had the flu. Hank had gotten some intelligence about a supposed group of vampires taking up shop in an abandoned building. After scouting the place, I found out the intel was wrong but Hank wouldn't listen, accused me of wanting all the glory to myself. The son of a bitch hit me with a gun and knocked me out by surprise. By the time I had come to, he had already broken into the building and tortured a couple of kids, almost to their deaths. I kind of lost it and went postal on him. Damn near beat him to death myself. While I was pummeling him with my fists, I kept telling him how stupid he was, and how he should never have become a hunter, that he was nothing but a worthless piece of shit. Now because of me, your little brother is in the hands of a sadistic madman."

As he listened to the words his dad was saying, Dean felt like he was spinning in a whirlpool of emotions. It scared the crap out of him just knowing that Sammy had been kidnapped by a deranged madman, but then to find out that the man had tortured a couple of kids sent his stomach spiraling out of control. He tried to fight the bile rising in his throat, but was unable to do so. Gagging, he covered his mouth and ran for the motel bathroom and threw up all of the contents in his stomach.

As he talked, John could tell that his words were having a detrimental effect on Dean. He watched his son's face pale considerably once he had mentioned Hank torturing the two kids. He had almost stopped his spiel, but he knew Dean needed to hear everything since Sammy was now in the clutches of such a demented hunter. He had just finished telling his oldest everything when he heard Dean gag and saw him run for the bathroom. He felt like puking himself, but knew he needed to hold it together for the sake of his eldest. Following Dean into the bathroom, John knelt down beside Dean a he heaved up the contents of his stomach. "It's gonna be alright, we'll find him Dean. And when we do, that bastard is going to pay for even daring to lay a hand on one of my children.

TBC