Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 5
Disclaimer: Everything recognizable in this story belongs to the CW and Kripke. I'm just playing in their sandbox for a little while.
Warning: Language as usual, they are hunters you know.
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Previously: Hank 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.
After returning to the cabin, Hank checked in on his young hostage to find the kid fitfully sleeping. He took delight in the fact that the kid was lying down on his stomach, knowing that he had applied the punishment well since young Sam wasn't sleeping on his back. He remembered many nights himself where he had been forced to sleep on his stomach after his dad had strapped him well. He couldn't begrudge the man though because it had forced him to grow up tough and made him the man he now was, one who was superior to most people.
Walking away from the room and it's occupant, he went into the kitchen to make himself something to eat. He hadn't had anything to eat since he kidnapped the brat and he was getting pretty damned hungry. He couldn't afford to stop along the way to the cabin to pick up something to eat knowing that Sam could have given them away by making noises. Turning the skillet on, he placed a t-bone steak into it and set the heat on low. He knew he should make something for Sam, but it wouldn't hurt the little bastard to go hungry for a while.
As he waited for the steak to cook, Hank walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. It had been a long day and he was tired. He was looking forward to getting a good night's sleep, especially knowing that none of the Winchesters would. He smiled at the thought of John tossing and turning all night long wondering what was happening to his youngest. Maybe he should make another call to the man, let him talk to his youngest and hear the pain the kid was in. Taking a big swig of the whiskey, Hank thought about what he would do to hurt the kid tomorrow night. He had gained a lot of instruments of torture over the years and he had fun killing the supernatural creatures that had crossed his path. Sighing, he remembered telling John that he and Sammy would have a little fun with a cattle prod so cattle prod it would have to be.
Once his steak was finished cooking, Hank took it out of the skillet and placed it on the plate along with the baked potato he had cooked in the microwave. Using his steak knife, he cut off a big chunk of the meat and savored the taste of it as it practically melted in his mouth since it was so tender. Hearing a moaning sound coming from the back of the room, he yelled out, "Shut your damned mouth or I'll give you another beating worse than the one you just had." He smiled as he was greeted by the sound of silence once again. At least he could instill fear into the kid with the threat of belting him again.
Finally finishing his meal, Hank staggered to his room and fell haphazardly onto his bed. He kicked off his shoes and lay down to sleep, dreaming of the time when he and the mighty John Winchester would meet face to face. He snickered in his drunken state as he thought of how badly he was going to kick the man's ass.
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As John lay awake in his bed that night, he wondered what Sammy was going through right now. He knew the kid was hurting after the remark Hank had made about busting his mouth and teaching him a lesson. It pained him to see the look on Dean's face earlier when he had to tell him about what had happened after getting off the phone. Dean had went ballistic and he had to physically restrain him for thirty minutes to keep him from wrecking the motel room. He couldn't blame Dean for wanting to vent his anger as he really needed to do it himself too. He felt guilty for sedating his oldest without his knowledge earlier, but he knew Dean would slowly drive himself insane over night with worry for his baby brother.
Rolling over onto his side, he could see that Dean's sleep was anything but peaceful with the way his head tossed every so often. He had no doubt that he was mostly likely dreaming about Sammy since his boys had a bond that transcended them being together. They each knew when the other was hurting and in trouble and that was now plaguing Dean's dreams. For the sake of Dean's sanity as well as Sammy's health, he prayed that they would be able to find his youngest soon.
"I swear to you were gonna get him back kiddo." John whispered to his oldest as he looked at Dean's sleeping form once more. "And when we do, that bastard Reynolds is going to pay for every single pain he's inflicted on Sammy. I swear it on your mother's grave." Closing his eyes, he tried to sleep but found himself witnessing images of Sammy being abused and hurt. Unable to lay there any longer, he climbed out of the bed, pulled on his jeans and silently walked out the door, leaving it cracked so he could hear if Dean woke up. Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he pulled out his cell phone and scanned the dial. Pressing the send button, he held the phone to his ear and waited for the other person to pick up. He waited through five rings when he heard the gruff voice on the other end.
"Winchester, you better have a damned good reason for waking me up at three in the morning."
I know it's late Caleb and I'm sorry, but we need your help." John stated knowing that he could use all the help he could get.
"What the hell is so all fire important that it couldn't wait until morning?" Caleb grumbled through a yawn.
Sammy's been kidnapped by that psycho Hank Reynolds. He's threatened to torture my boy Caleb." John replied shakily in answer to the question.
"Son of a bitch." Snarled Caleb as he became instantly awake upon hearing of the danger that the youngest Winchester was in. "Where are you? I'll swing by and pick Joshua up and we'll get out your way as quick as we can." Caleb informed John over the phone.
John gave Caleb the coordinates and then hung up the phone knowing they would soon have help in tracking down the monster who had his kid. Walking back into the room, he sat down at the table and booted up the laptop he had given Sam for his birthday last year. With a little luck, maybe he could find some tax records or something on Hank Reynolds giving them an idea of where to start their search.
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Sam awoke early the next morning and glanced around in desolation to find that his being kidnapped wasn't just a dream, that he had in fact been snatched from his family brought to the place where he now was. As he sat gingerly on the filthy mattress due to his sensitive and welted behind, he began to shiver from the lack of heat in the cabin. Hank had neglected to give him a blanket last night and the man had taken his jacket and shirts from him when they had first arrived. The more alert he became however, the more aware he was of other things such as his hunger.
He winced in discomfort as his stomach made itself known with a rather loud rumble. He hadn't eaten anything since lunchtime on the day of his kidnapping and smelling the food that Hank had cooked last night only made his hunger worse. Beginning to feel a little weak, he reached into his pocket hoping to find a pack of Lifesavers or something to stem off the wave of nausea that was beginning to build after not having anything to eat. He groaned upon realizing that his pockets were empty. That bastard Hank had gone through his pockets while he was unconscious and emptied them of everything including his wallet.
Standing up once again, he walked over to the sink and turned it on to get a sip of water, maybe that would help to quell his stomach some. He felt the chain tugging on his wrist and had to reach out with his left hand to turn on the faucet. He gagged in disgust however at watching the putrid brown water that flowed from the spigot, no way was he drinking that. Damn, why did everything have to be against him? Hearing the sound of booted feet coming down the hallway, he backed up against the wall as he waited for Hank to make his appearance.
"Well, well, well, the little pain in the ass is awake." Hank laughed at the joke he had just made. "Get it boy…pain in the ass?" He sneered as Sam ignored the jibe and refused to answer him. It pissed him off that the kid was still being stubborn and defiant. "Too good to answer me huh, well that little show of defiance just cost you your breakfast boy."
"M'not hungry anyway." Sam lied as he glared at the psychotic hunter. Even if Hank would have made him breakfast, he wouldn't have chanced eating it knowing that he could have drugged the food or something.
"Keep pushing it boy and I'll have to teach you another lesson about minding that smart mouth of yours." Hank stated with spit flying from his mouth. If there was one thing he couldn't stand it was an insolent smart mouthed teenager. Kids these days had no respect for their elders.
Knowing that if he pushed things much further he would receive a severe beating, Sam decided to keep his mouth shut. He had to stay as healthy as possible if he were to have a chance of making an escape if the chance arose.
"That's better" Hank said figuring he had won the latest round. "As soon as I eat, you and I are going outside to set a little trap to welcome your family when they come looking for you. Of course we will be long gone by then." Hank informed Sam with an evil grin. He had a network of sadistic friends who owned secluded cabins in the woods across the country. He was going to lead John Winchester on one hell of a chase for his boy. Of course the chase would end with him killing Sam right in front of his dad's eyes.
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Later that evening, John hear a knock upon the door and pulled his gun from the back of his jeans as he motioned Dean to stand ready on the opposite side of the room. He aimed his gun, ready to fire when he called out, "Doors open, come on in."
"We will once we know it's safe to do so." Caleb called back knowing that if he eased that door opened, he chanced having his head blown off.
Making a sigh of relief, John reached out and pulled the door open. "Thanks for coming." he said as he reached out to shake the hunters offered hands before standing back for them to enter the room.
"How the hell was that psycho Reynolds able to get his hands on Sammy?" Joshua questioned knowing how well the kid was usually protected by his family.
"He was kidnapped from school. Somehow or other, Hank ended up as a substitute coach and figured out who Sammy was. I can't believe I didn't know the son of a bitch was in town." John groaned as he ran a weary hand through his coarse beard.
"Don't go blaming yourself John. Hank's a hunter too so he knew how to cover his tracks, but now that we're on to him, we'll make sure he pays for taking our little tiger." Caleb stated with conviction.
"He's not so little anymore." Dean stated with a sad smile from missing his brother so much. "Sammy is as tall as I am now, hell probably just a smidgen taller."
"Damn, guess it's been a while since I've seen you boys." Caleb stated surprised to find out how tall Sam had gotten. "Don't worry Dean, he's a Winchester. Sammy will do whatever it takes to keep himself safe until we find him, and we will find him, I promise you that."
"Yeah, but what shape will he be in?" Dean questioned with a quiver to his voice. "The bastard's threatened to torture him, told dad he's already busted his mouth for being a smart ass."
"Sounds like our Sammy." Joshua stated wistfully before his eyes turned cold. "That freak better pray I don't get my hands on him, I'll kill the son of a bitch for daring to hurt the kid."
Suddenly the sound of John's phone ringing made the room grow deathly quiet. John glanced at the others before raising the phone to his ear after the second ring. "Where's my son?"
TBC