Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 7
Disclaimer: Everything recognizable in this story belongs to the CW and Kripke. I'm just playing in their sandbox for a little while. I also do not own the song Rocky Mountain High
Warning: Language as usual, they are hunter you know.
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Previously: 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."
Knowing that motels usually didn't have VCR's in the room, John and the others stopped by the local discount store and purchased one before meeting up with Bobby at a run down sleazy looking motel out in the middle of nowhere. Bobby had rented the room there because he feared that what was on the video would lead to a violent outburst by one or both of the Winchesters and he didn't want the police involved. He waited for the hunters to enter and then locked the door behind them. It took only a few seconds for Dean to locate the television and turn it on and for Joshua to start hooking the VCR up to the small set.
Taking a deep breath, John popped the tape into the VCR with trembling hands. The hunters all sat in silence near the television as they waited for the tape to begin. "Sammy" Dean whispered as soon as he saw his baby brother sitting on a filthy mattress with a shackle attached to one of his wrists as the song Rocky Mountain High began to play in the background. Dean clenched his fists when he saw Sam tense up on the tape and start to back away as Hank walked into the room and taunted his baby brother about praying that John was a better hunter. They all took satisfaction in hearing Sammy retort "My father is one hundred times the hunter you'll ever be."
"You tell him kiddo" Caleb voiced as he glanced at John and Dean noticing the tension in both of their bodies. Each one was strung tight and Caleb wondered how long it would be before they blew their tops! He heard both Winchesters hiss and then turned to see Hank popping a belt ominously in his hands. "Don't you freaking touch him with that thing." Dean yelled as he placed his head in his hands and began to rock in agitation of what he knew was to come with Hank having threatened to teach him a lesson. Tears flooded Dean's eyes as he heard Sammy growl out "Stay away from me you bastard." He took little satisfaction in watching Sammy kick out trying to stop Hank from approaching knowing it was only going to cause his little brother more pain.
"Oh God, please no." John pleaded as he watched Hank slam Sammy against the wall hard enough to daze his youngest. He felt proud that his youngest was fighting back and mouthing off at the hunter, but it scared him to death at the same time knowing that Sammy was going to pay for what he was doing. Tears soon flooded his eyes also as he watched Sammy get punched viciously in the stomach before being forced to lie stomach down on the repulsive looking mattress.
"No stop damn you." Dean gritted out as he watched the belt being raised for the first time and he physically flinched when the belt connected with Sammy's jean clad behind. "I'm going to f*cking kill you" he hollered at the TV screen when the belt came down a second time causing Sammy to whimper in pain.
Bobby looked over to see John's fists clenched so hard that his knuckles were turning white. Focusing back on the television screen, he heard Sammy groan "yeah, go to hell you son of a…" before watching the belt land this time on the top part of Sammy's thighs causing the youngest Winchester to yell out in severe pain. Seconds later, Hank had just informed Sam that he was going to get five more vicious licks when two things happened at once. John stood up quickly and fled to the bathroom violently releasing the contents of his stomach while Dean went ballistic and started sweeping things off of the dresser with his arms and smashing the lamps against the wall as he screamed out in primal rage.
"I'm going to f*cking rip him limb from limb. That bastard is going to pay for putting Sammy through such a degrading pain. Hell, I'm going to make him feel that belt on his bare ass when I get my hands on him and I won't stop beating him until there's no flesh left on his f*cking ass." Dean raged as he put his fist through a wall and then kicked another hole in it with his steel toed boot.
Caleb quickly turned the television off as Joshua tried to calm Dean down by wrapping his arms around him and dragging him to the floor to sit. He was afraid that Dean would hurt himself with the way his temper was exploding. Joshua took no offense in the way Dean was cursing at him to let go and calling him ever name in the book knowing he didn't mean the words he was saying. He held on tight as Dean tried to break free of the bear hold that was keeping him immobilized.
In the bathroom, John had just finished throwing up the contents of his stomach and was standing in front of the bathroom sink. He took just a moment to rinse his mouth and then glanced into the bathroom mirror before shattering it with his fist. "Damn you to hell Reynolds" he spat as he shook his now injured fist in pain. He took in a hitched breath as he watched Bobby approach him from the side and grab his hand.
"These glass shards are going to have to come out John." Bobby informed him trying to project a state of calmness hoping to keep John from exploding worse than he already had.
"No, S'fine. I'm not the one we need to worry about" John gritted out through clenched teeth. The little bit of pain he was feeling at the moment didn't compare to what he knew Sammy had to be feeling.
"John, you're going to need that fist to beat the living hell out of Reynolds when we finally catch up to him so let me take care of it." Bobby stated as he held Johns hand under the water to rinse off the blood. He called out to Caleb to get him his first aid kit as he led John out of the bathroom and over to one of the beds to sit down.
"Dad?" Dean questioned as he finally calmed down enough to see the way his father was cradling his injured hand.
"It's nothing Dean, M'okay" John answered as he took in the way that his son was being held immobile in a bear hug. Glancing around the room, he took in the devastation that his oldest had caused before saying, "He'll be fine now Joshua, you can let him go."
Nodding his head, Joshua released Dean who walked over to the bed and sat down beside his dad as Bobby started pulling shards of glass from his hand with the tweezers. They sat solemnly together as they watched the grizzled hunter remove the shards with expert precision, each needing to be close to the other. Bobby had just pulled out the last of the shards when he quietly intoned, "I think I might know where our next clue to finding Sammy is."
"What? How? I mean…" John questioned hopefully as Bobby wrapped some gauze around his hand after cleaning the cuts and securing it with medical tape.
"Where Bobby, where's my baby brother?" Dean questioned anxiously cutting off his stunned father wondering why Bobby had waited so long to say anything, but not voicing his thoughts.
"Well, Reynolds wrote on the picture that we were to listen closely to the music playing in the background right?" Bobby questioned.
"Yeah" Josh answered wondering where Bobby was going with his line of thinking.
"Just think about it. The song that was playing in the background is called Rocky Mountain High. And in the song, there is a part where the lyrics say something about climbing the cathedral mountains. "
"I still don't get where you're going with this." Caleb said giving the grizzled hunter a questioning gaze.
"What I'm trying to point out is that there is a chain of hunters cabins that are used throughout the United States for less than savory activities shall we say, and one of them is located in the Cathedral Mountains."
"Holy crap, that's just a few hours away from here." Caleb stated as he began packing away what little stuff they had carried into the room with them knowing that John would want to get on the road as soon as possible. In less than five minutes, the hunters had loaded up in their respective vehicles and headed off down the highway with Bobby taking lead, each hoping that they were just hours away from rescuing young Sammy.
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Sam grunted in pain for what must have been the fiftieth time as he was tossed about in the trunk of Hank's car. It felt like he had been in there for frigging forever and his whole body was beginning to ache from being cramped up in the confined space. Trying to squirm around to loosen his bindings, he felt a sharp flair of pain in the thigh where he had been shot. The bullet wound had been throbbing for a little while now and he wondered if it was becoming infected. Feeling the car come to a stop, Sam tensed as he waited for his captor to open the trunk not knowing where they were or what was going to happen to him this time.
"So did you have a nice ride brat?" Hank queried as he reached in and grabbed Sam's bicep and forcefully pulled him up to a sitting position. He laughed as Sam glared at him, unable to talk through the duct tape that was still covering his mouth. "Ya know, I think I like you this way. Maybe I'll leave that filthy mouth of yours taped shut from now on." Hank said as he pulled a knife from his boot causing Sam to become instantly jittery wondering what he was going to do.
"Jeez kid, jumpy much?" Hank stated as he reached down to cut the ropes binding Sam's legs. He didn't feel like carrying the pain in the ass kid into their latest hideaway. He helped Sam out of the trunk and then laughed once again as the sudden weight on his injured leg caused it to buckle from under him sending him crashing to the ground. Kicking Sam in the ribs, he said, "Get your lazy ass up our I'll have to teach you another lesson about falling down on the job."
Sam struggled to get to his feet, unable to use his hands since they were still bound behind him. Unable to do so, he gasped in pain as Hank yanked him up by his arm hard enough to dislodge his shoulder out of joint. He felt beads of sweat immediately pop out on his forehead as he began to sway.
"Quit being such a damned wimp." Hank ordered grasping Sam's arm and wrenching the shoulder back into joint without giving him any advanced warning, cursing when it caused his young captive to pass out. "Damn it, you sure are weak for a Winchester." he stated before hoisting the unconscious teen over his shoulder and carrying him inside their latest hideaway. Unceremoniously dumping Sam onto the floor, he removed the rug that covered the entrance to the hidden basement and pulled open keyed in the code and watched as a panel slid back allowing him access to the stairs. Picking Sam up once again, he carried him into the basement and shackled him to the bed of his latest cell. While fastening the shackle around Sam ankle, he noticed the angry looking wound in Sam's thigh. "Gonna have to take care of that" he said not wanting Sam to die before he was finished with playing the game.
TBC