Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 4
Disclaimer: Everything recognizable in this story belongs to the CW and Kripke. I'm just playing in their sandbox for a little while.
Warning: Child abuse in this chapter as Hank decides to teach Sammy a lesson. Also language as usual.
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Previously: John knelt down beside Dean as 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.
After the heaving finally stopped, Dean wiped his mouth with the wet washcloth his father handed to him. "M'sorry sir" he said slightly embarrassed at the show of weakness in front of his father. The last thing his dad needed was him breaking down.
"No reason to be sorry Ace, I'm feeling kind of sick myself." John replied honestly not wanting Dean to think he was weak. Dean had every right to feel sick at his stomach. He knew how close the boys were, and to be honest, he envied the bond that they shared. He and Sammy just never seemed to see eye to eye and it had gotten worse over the past year. There was a tangible distance between the two of them and it filled John with guilt, especially now that Sammy was missing.
"What are we gonna do dad? We've got to find Sammy before that bastard does something horrible to him." Dean said with strong agitation evident in his voice.
"Bobby's checking into things for us and he's going to put the word out and see what he can find. I'm going to make some calls of my own and see if I can't find out some info..." John started to say but found himself cut off by the ringing of his cell phone. He wondered who in the hell would be calling him since the number was relatively new and only a few people knew it. Glancing at the dial, he didn't recognize the number that the call was coming from, but a deep sense of foreboding warned him that it was important that he answer it.
"Who is this and what do you want?" John inquired with a gruff voice irritated at the thought of someone getting his new number so easily.
"If I were you Winchester, I'd be a hell of a lot nicer to me seeing as how I have your snot nosed brat." Hank informed the oldest Winchester with an air of haughtiness.
"I swear to all that's holy, if you hurt my boy Reynolds, I'll..."
You'll what Winchester? Whether you like it or not, I'm the one with the ace in the hole so you better shut your frigging mouth and listen. We're gonna play a little game. It's called Find the Hunter. If you find me before the game's over, you win and get your son back. If it takes you too long, then you find the dead body of this smart mouthed pain in the ass you call your son.
"When I find you, I'm going to kill ya you son of a bitch." John snarled as his nerves got the better of him. How the hell could he be expected to play some damn game when his baby boy's life was at stake.
"Yeah, yeah." I've heard that already from little Sammy and had to bust his mouth for it to teach him a little respect." Hank replied with a satisfied smirk at the hiss of anger he heard coming from John's end of the phone. "Now shut up and listen to the rules of the game. Tomorrow night at eight o'clock, I will give you a call with the name of a location where you will pick up a parcel with a picture, tape, or video of Sammy. The item will contain a clue to where we have been. Each succeeding item will give a clue to the next location where you will find more clues to your son's whereabouts. You have seven days to find little Sammy. Each day you are unsuccessful, your brat pays the price. Now do you understand the rules of the game Winchester?"
"I understand this, I'm gonna..."
"Finish that sentence and Sammy receives a beating for your insubordination. I said do you UNDERSTAND the rules of the game?" Hank spat out viciously.
"Yes, I understand" John replied as he forced himself to stay calm praying that his youngest would not piss off Hank anymore than he already was. he could tell Hank was barely holding it together as it was and one little push could send him over the edge.
"Good, now that we understand each other, you will receive your first clue tomorrow night. Make sure you answer the phone within three rings or Sammy and I will have a little fun with a cattle prod." Hank stated before abruptly ending the call.
As Dean listened to the words his dad was saying, he knew immediately who was on the other end of the line. As he watched his father's face, his anxiety grew exponentially as he saw first anger and then fear radiating in his dad's eyes. He wondered what in the hell the man had threatened when he watched his dad take a deep breath to calm himself before saying he understood. Upon seeing his dad end the call, Dean couldn't hold his suspense any longer. "What did he say dad? Did he say if Sammy was alright?"
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Feeling superior in attitude after putting the mighty John Winchester in his place, Hank decided it was time to start terrorizing the kid while at the same time flaunting it in front of his family. Setting up the video camera hidden by the two way mirror and turning it on, he walked to the back room that now held his young prize. He smiled smugly as he watched the kid glaring at him while trying to back away from him at the same time, the kid had spunk--he would give him that. "You better hope your father is the awesome hunter you think he is kid because every night you spend with me, I get to have a little fun terrorizing you." Hank informed Sam as he held a leather belt in his hands stroking it with sadistic glee.
"My father is one hundred times the hunter you'll ever be." Sam retaliated as he eyed the belt that Hank was now popping with an ominous sound. He had no doubt he would probably pay for the remark, but he wasn't about to give into the man's taunts. Him and his dad might get on each others nerves and fight a lot, but damned if he would let anybody else put his father down, especially when the man would protect him with his life.
"After talking with your father, it's obvious where you get that smart mouth from boy. So I am going to teach you a lesson your father should have taught you a long time ago." Hank stated with an evil grin as he strode towards Sammy who was still shackled to the wall.
"Stay away from me you bastard." Sam growled as he kicked out with his leg trying to plant a solid kick to Hank's stomach only to have his foot knocked away by a swift sidearm.
"You'll have to do better than that kid if you think you're going to take me down." Hank informed Sam as he shoved him hard causing Sam's back and head to collide with the wall once again. He took glee in hearing the groan that escaped Sammy's mouth. What's the matter kid, that all you got?"
"Let me go you son of a bitch and you'll find out just what I'm capable of." Sam retorted as his chest heaved as he breathed heavily through his nose and mouth.
"Sorry kid, that's not what I have in mind." Hank replied as he delivered a solid punch to Sam's stomach casing him to double over from the pain. He quickly reached out and grabbed Sam by the nape of the neck and forced him to bend over the dirty mattress he had placed on the floor for Sam to sleep on. Placing a knee on Sam's back to keep him still, he raised the belt high and brought it down hard on Sam's jean clad behind.
Sam hissed in a sudden breath as he heard the belt swishing down through the air. He bit his bottom lip to keep from hollering out as the belt landed a blazing swat across the middle of his derriere. He barely had time to take a decent breath before he heard the swishing sound again followed instantly by an all consuming pain as it landed in the same spot as the first blow. "Ow" Sam whispered as he tried to hold back the tears as the third stripe of the belt landed.
"What's the matter kid? You got nothing to say now you little smartass?" Hank prodded as he brought the belt down for a fourth time.
"Yeah, go to hell you son of a…." Sam started to say only to be thrashed once again. This time he yelled out as the belt landed across the top part of his thighs making him feel like had gotten stung by a multitude of bees.
"That smartass remark gets you five more you insolent little brat." Hank bellowed as he brought the belt down five times in quick succession on Sam's vulnerable behind causing Sam to cry out in immense pain. Looking towards the two way camera and smiling, Hank gave the tape that was recording the beating he was administering a one fingered salute before finally standing up and releasing Sammy from his hold. "I hope you've learned your lesson boy. Either you keep your mouth shut or there's lots more of that to come." Hank informed the youngest Winchester before leaving the room.
Striding down the hallway, he walked into the room connecting to Sam's room and watched through the two way mirror as the youngest Winchester curled up into a ball and cried silently as he watched his shoulders shaking from trying to contain the tears. The kid was tough, no doubt about that, but he would break the little shit and make him beg and plead if it was the last thing he did.
Walking over to the video camera, Hank stopped the recording and pulled the tape out of it. He wished he could be there to see John's face when he watched his precious little Sammy, his favorite, being beaten with a belt. He had no doubts that Sammy was John's favorite after having witnessed how protective the elder was of the younger as he had watched them from afar over the past few weeks. Every time he saw them out in public, John physically tensed whenever anybody got within touching distance of the kid as did his big brother. Sure it would be unnoticeable to most people, but not to his hunter's trained eye. It was amazing to see quickly the youngest was shielded whenever the others sensed danger. Too bad they didn't realize the biggest danger to him was at the one place he should have been considered safe.
Quickly placing the tape in secure packaging along with the Polaroid picture, he sealed the brown padded envelope shut and then placed it in a metal box. Checking on his hostage once more, he closed the wrought iron door to the room where Sam was shackled and secured it before leaving and driving two hours over to another town. He located the local graveyard and found a secluded spot where he quickly dug a shallow grave and placed the metal box into it. He quickly refilled the grave and then scattered leaves over it to hide the disturbed area. Tomorrow night, he would call John with the coordinates of the grave telling him his first clue to finding his child would be hidden in the box. He literally shivered in excitement as he thought about finally being able to show that bastard Winchester who truly was the better hunter.
TBC