Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 6
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.
Author's Note: If you haven't already…Check out Criminally Charmed's tag to The Monster at the End of this Book…it is hilarious…roll on the floor laughing good!!!!
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Previously: 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?"
"Now you hold on just a damn minute Winchester. I'm the boss here, not you. And to teach you a lesson for that insubordination, I'm just going to have to cause Sammy here a little pain." Hank spoke angrily into the phone as he glared at the kid in front of him.
"No, wait, please don't hurt him! You're the boss, I'll do whatever you say." John pleaded as he gripped the phone hard enough to make his knuckles turn white.
"Too late Winchester. You need to listen to what happens when you don't know your place." Hank stated as he placed the phone on the floor and strutted over towards a still bound Sammy. "You have your father to thank for what's about to happen to you boy." Hank informed Sam as he prepared to deliver the punishment by cracking the knuckles on both hands.
'Stay away from me you son of a bitch." Sam spat out as he did a side sweep with his left leg trying to knock Hank's feet out from under him.
"Sorry kid, but you'll have to do better than that to take down a hunter like me." Hank stated as he swung hard with his left fist and punched Sammy hard in the face as his right fist swung forward and caught him in the stomach causing the kid to collapse to his knees. Grinning in satisfaction, he raised his foot forward swung it towards Sammy's ribs. The blow failed to connect however as Sam deflected the blow with his forearm and then grabbed the foot and gave it a hard yank.
"Son of a bitch." Hank grumbled as he stumbled and almost fell only managing to catch himself by his close proximity to the wall. "You'll pay for that one you little bastard." Hank swore as he walked over to the table that held his little instruments of torture and picked up the cattle prod laying upon it, ready to deliver the punishment.
As John listened to what was happening on the other end of the phone line, he could feel terror for his youngest son taking hold of him while at the same time feeling just a touch of pride that Sammy was fighting back. Upon hearing the obvious sound of a fist colliding with skin, John began to physically tremble from the rage he felt at not being there to keep Sammy from being hurt. He soon felt panic rising in his chest when after the sounds of a scuffle, he heard Hank threaten to make Sammy pay for something. "Oh god Sammy, please stop whatever you're doing." John whispered knowing just how psychotic Hank was and that if pushed to far, the man would kill him on the spot.
As Dean watched the many emotions crossing his dad's face, he felt helpless at not knowing what was going on. Whatever Hank Reynolds was saying to his dad, it had to be bad. His fears took hold when he witnessed his dad beginning to tremble knowing that the man didn't scare easily. "Dad?" he stated questioningly after hearing his father whisper for Sammy to stop whatever he was doing. He felt a hand squeeze his shoulder in support and looked to see Caleb standing beside him with a sympathetic look on his face. He was about to ask exactly what was going on when he saw the color drain from his dad's face as Sammy's screams were heard by all coming through the phone.
***Torture scene ahead ***
Sam gazed fearfully as Hank approached him with a long wooden object with metallic prongs sticking out on the end knowing exactly what the instrument was. "Don't touch me you freak." he hollered just before Hank applied the cattle prod to his leg holding it there and forcing his leg to spasm uncontrollably while the electrical current shot through it. He screamed out from the intense pain that overtook him and backed away from the psychotic hunter until his back hit the wall.
"What's the matter Sammy boy, no where else to go?" Hank taunted as he drew closer to Sam once again and this time held the cattle prod to Sam's groin area eliciting a high pitched scream as Sam convulsed from the pain to his private region. It took only just a few short moments for Sam's overtaxed system to succumb to the pain and he fell blissfully into unconsciousness with his body still jerking in spasms from the after effects of the shock.
Smiling evilly in satisfaction at the unconscious lad before him, Hank walked over and picked up the phone. In a calm voice, he said, "You have six more days to find your youngest son Winchester. Your first clue to finding him will be found in Sterling, Colorado at the local city cemetery in the northeast corner of the graveyard. Follow the clues from there and just remember, for every night the kid is with me, I will have fun torturing him just a little bit more." With those parting words, Hank hung up the phone and kicked a still unconscious Sam in the ribs before walking away.
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John stood shaking in rage, tears trailing from his eyes as he dropped his cell phone to the floor. "I'm going to kill that f*cking bastard with my bare hands for what he's done to my baby." He seethed as he turned around and punched the wall beside him hard enough to put his hand through the plaster. "When we finally find him, he's mine and nobody else's, everybody understand?"
Nodding their heads in agreement, Joshua and Caleb couldn't help but feel sorry for the man standing before them after the screams that they had heard emanating from the phone. Having no children of their own, they couldn't even begin to imagine what John was going through knowing that his child was being tortured and that there was nothing he could do about it.
"You mean he's ours dad. No freaking way am I missing out on getting payback to that bastard for what he is doing to my baby brother. I'm going to make sure he knows what pain is before we finally grant him the death he deserves." Dean stated as his fists clenched in anger.
Looking at his oldest, John fully understood his need to be included in taking down Hank Reynolds. Dean and Sammy were very close and Dean had basically been the one who raised Sammy while he was out meeting his need to kill every supernatural thing he could get his hands on in revenge for Mary's death while Sammy was growing up. "He's ours" John agreed.
Needing to know what John had learned from the conversation, Joshua asked "We're you able to gleam anything from the conversation about where the bastard could possibly be holding Sammy?" He figured it was best to query John while the conversation was still fresh in John's mind.
"The psychotic bastard is playing a game with me." John stated as he looked Joshua and Caleb in the eyes. "He so much as told me where to find the first clue to lead us in the right direction."
"I'm not surprised." Caleb stated knowingly. "That man is crazy enough to think he's the best hunter in the world. Of course you know he will be laying traps along the way hoping that one of them will eventually snare you and make for an easier kill."
"Oh, I don't doubt that for a minute, but he doesn't know my kid. Sammy will leave some kind of clue to keep us from walking into one." John stated as he started loading his gear in his duffle bag. "We've got to get to Sterling Colorado. Reynolds planted the first clue at the local city cemetery there in a shallow grave." It took only moments for the hunters to pack their things before they were on the road once again, tearing up the pavement in their need to get to the cemetery.
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Sam awoke to pain as he lay on the filthy mattress in his cell. He tried to move but gasped as pain shot through his groin area. "Oh god it hurts, Dad, Dean, where are you?" he whispered as he wiped away the tear that silently slid down his face in case his tormentor came walking back in. Feeling a little pain in his hands, he looked down at them to see the raw blisters that had formed on parts of his hand after he had been forced to dig some shallow pits earlier leading up to the cabin. Hank had placed some sharp wooden stakes in them and then forced him to camouflage them. Knowing the traps were meant for his family, he had pretended to stumble and fall. As he pushed himself back to his feet, he had pulled a big chunk of the grass out hoping that either his dad or Dean would notice it and be wary of the area. Hearing the sounds of footsteps approaching, he pretended to still be unconscious. Sam tried not to tense as he heard Hank unlocking the bars and come walking into the room. The next thing he knew, he started sputtering as Hank threw a bucket full of the putrid water on him drenching his face and bare chest.
"Get up you lazy good for nothing little shit." Hank ordered as he watched Sam sputter and choke. "It's time we get the hell out of here before your family comes looking for you." When Sam didn't move fast enough for him, Hank grabbed him by the arm and jerked him up causing Sam to hiss in pain. "What's the matter boy, you feeling a little pain in your lower regions?" he asked with a cruel smile.
"Nothing compared to what you're going to feel when my dad gets his hands on you." Sam answered as he tried to pull his arm out of the bruising grip Hank had on him.
"Oh my, you've got me so scared, I'm just shivering in my boots." retorted Hank sarcastically at the threat as he led Sam out the front door of the cabin and to the back of his car carefully avoiding the traps they had set earlier in the day. "Time to go for another ride." he informed Sam as he motioned for him to climb into the trunk,
"Hell no, you're not getting me in there again." Sam stated as he started struggling to get free again. He raised his left foot and brought the heel of his shoe down hard on Hank's foot as he swiveled around and have him a quick upper cut to the jaw with his fist. The unexpected blow caused Hank to release his arm and Sam took off stumbling towards the wooded area as quick as he could.
"You're going to pay for that." Hank screamed as he pulled his gun from the back of his jeans as Sam was nearing the tree line. He couldn't allow the kid to disappear into the forested area for fear of not being able to find him again. Taking aim on Sam's leg, he squeezed the trigger and watched a second later as Sam fell to the ground clutching his leg in agony. "Serves you right you little bastard." he spat out as he jogged over to where Sam was now struggling to stand up.
"Pull another stunt like that, and I'll put the next bullet through your heart." Hank stated coldly as he unceremoniously hoisted a panting Sam to his feet and dragged him back towards the car. Picking him up, he placed Sam into the trunk and bound his hands and feet together before checking on the bullet wound in Sam's right leg. Seeing that it was only a flesh wound, he applied a pressure bandage to it and then taped Sam's mouth shut with some duct tape. "Enjoy the ride kid." he stated as he slammed the trunk leaving Sam in pitch blackness. Climbing into the front of the vehicle, he started the engine and pulled away from the cabin, it was time to get to their next destination.
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After a few hours of tense driving, John and the others finally arrived at Branch Hill Memorial Gardens Cemetery in Sterling, Colorado. They quickly made their way to the northeast corner of the graveyard with some shovels and started scanning for signs of recently disturbed earth. As they looked, each hunter used their feet to scatter the leaves that covered the ground from what must have been a recent windstorm.
"Yahtzee" hollered Dean as he found the shallow grave and began to scoop away the dirt. Joined by his dad, it only took them five minutes to unearth the box that Hank had planted into the ground. Pulling his lockpick set from his jacket, John worked on the lock and had it opened in a scant forty five seconds.
Taking a brief look at the others concerned faces, he carefully lifted the lid of the box to find a yellow envelope. He quickly tore it opened and emptied it of it's contents to find a picture of Sammy sporting a black eye and a bruised, swollen and bloodied lip and a video tape. Turning the picture over, he read the note that was taped to the back. Enjoy the video and pay particular attention to the music in the background. If you're as smart as you think you are, it should give you a hint as to where we were. Glancing up at the others once again, John said, "We need to find a room with a TV and VCR."
TBC So how will John react when he watched the video of Sam being beaten? HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRIS, This chapter is dedicated to you!!