Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 8
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 hunter you know.
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Previously: While fastening the shackle around Sam's 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.
After returning upstairs to grab the first aid kit and a bottle of whiskey, Hank made his way back down the steps and over to his semi-conscious captive who was now moaning on the bed. Sitting on the edge of the small bed, he grabbed the right pant leg of Sam's jeans and sliced it with his hunting knife slicing it all the way down. "You ready for a little more pain?" Hank questioned a groggy Sammy just before dousing the angry looking wound with whiskey, causing the kid to scream in pain as the fire burning in his leg brought him to full awareness immediately.
"You son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you." Sam seethed through clenched teeth as he tried to breathe through the pain that had taken hold in his leg. He couldn't stop the tears that started to roll silently down his face from the agony of having alcohol poured into the raw wound.
"Jeez kid do you realize just how tired I am of hearing that empty threat. We both know that you're the one who is going to eventually die so just shut your damned mouth for once will ya." Hank scolded as he rubbed some ointment onto Sam's leg and then wrapped it up with some sterile gauze wrapping.
As Sam watched the crazed coach wrapping his leg, he couldn't fathom why on earth the man was so suddenly concerned with his health. After all, he was the one who had shot him, beaten him, and electrocuted him with the cattle prod so what suddenly caused the big change. "Why? Why are you all of the sudden helping me?" He asked needing to know what the demented man's reasoning was.
"It's simple kid, I don't want you dying on me before I've had my fun. I have so much more planned for you and that bastard you call your father. I will not be denied my pleasure by you succumbing to a damn gun shot wound." Hank answered as he finished wrapping the leg and tying it off. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a bottle of Tylenol and threw it at Sam. "There's two pills left in there. Get 'em out while I go get you some water." He ordered Sam as he walked over to the sink in the corner of the room and got a Styrofoam cup of water.
Sam took out the pills happy to see that they were the white caplets emblazoned with the Tylenol name. Hopefully they would be safe to take and maybe with a little luck, they would relieve some of the pain. When Hank returned to him, he accepted the cup of water since he had watched him get it out of the tap and swallowed down the pills with it. "Thanks." He mumbled genuinely meaning it.
Don't thank me you stinking brat. I'm just looking out for my own happiness." Hank said as he walked back up the steps and keyed in the code that would open the sliding trap door once again leaving Sam on his own. The less time he spent around the kid the better, well unless of course it was to do a little torturing. And with his health the way it was right now, he would have to refrain from hurting him too much right now or chance the kid dying before he was ready for him to.
After Hank left him, Sam took the time to glance around his latest holding cell. It had no windows and was mainly bare except for the toilet area in the far left corner where even the lid and seat had been removed to keep him from being able to fashion any kind of weapon from it. The sink had only one faucet and he assumed it only gave cold water negating his chance of scalding his captor.
As he shivered a little from the coldness, he was happy to see the ratty looking blanket that lay at the bottom of the bed. Hopefully it would be enough to keep him warm for however long the crazed coach held him in his newest prison. With nothing to do but think, Sam gently lay down on the bed and got as comfortable as possible with his injured shoulder and leg and pulled the blanket up over him. It smelled musty, like it hadn't been washed in years, but he could deal with that as long as it gave him a little warmth.
Closing his eyes, he thoughts began to drift to his family. He wondered what was going through their minds right now. He knew Dean was most likely going out of his mind since they were hardly ever separated from each other. He hoped Dean wasn't blaming himself for what had happened since there was no way they could have known that he was in danger at the school. As for his dad, even though they had been arguing a lot lately, he knew his father must be going out of his mind with worry. He was well aware of how his dad and Dean automatically placed themselves between him and possible danger when on a hunt, so there was no doubt in his mind that his dad loved him, they just didn't see eye to eye sometimes.
"I miss you dad and Dean. Please find me soon." He whispered aloud as he closed his eyes in exhaustion and faded off to sleep with hopes that this would all be over soon.
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As John drove the Impala down the long and winding dirt road of the Cathedral Mountains, his fingers thumped the steering wheel in nervous anticipation of what he was going to find. Would Hank still be there with his baby boy? Was tonight the night that they would finally get Sammy back? Would Sammy even be alive? Damn it, why couldn't Bobby drive any faster, he was going frigging nuts with all the thoughts running through his mind. Seeing Bobby pull over to the side of the road up ahead, he pulled the sleek, black Impala behind him and turned off the engine. He threw open the door and climbed out as Dean did the same from the passenger side of the car.
"Bobby?" He queried as he walked up the gruff hunter, hands in his jacket pockets as he scanned the surrounding area up ahead.
"The cabin is jut a few hundred feet that way." Bobby pointed off to the east as he waited for Joshua and Caleb to walk up to them also. Once the others had joined them. Bobby said, "I figured we better stop here so as not to alert Hank of our presence just in case he is still holding Sam at the cabin. The cabin is nestled off in the middle of a bunch of trees and is surrounded by protective wards so hopefully everything is okay in that regard. The windows to the cabin are made of shatter proof glass so the only way into it is through the door. Knowing Hank and the way his demented mind works, we'll have to be careful on our approach. I'm sure he's planned something for our arrival."
The hunters started off silently towards the cabin with John, Dean and Bobby planning on entering from the front while Caleb and Joshua covered the back end of the cabin. Moving stealthily through the trees, each man kept a watch for any little thing that seemed out of place. They couldn't take the chance of setting off some kind of trip alarm or one of them getting hurt because they had become careless. Even though Dean understood the reasons for moving slow and carefully, it still irked him that Sammy could be so close, but yet so far away.
As they neared the edge of the pines, the hunters all knelt down as they surveyed the cabin and grounds ahead of them. Everything looked quiet, but they knew how deceptive looks could be, especially when it came to hunters. They thrived on making things look ordinary when they were going in for the kill. Seeing no signs of danger, John started moving ahead with Bobby and Dean flanking him on each side, each hunter praying that Hank would not be anywhere near the windows. John was about to take another step forward when Dean suddenly placed a hand in front of his chest warning him to stop.
"What is it Dean?" John questioned anxiously, ready to get to the cabin to see if his youngest was inside.
Dean pointed to an area of the ground that looked as if it had had the grass ripped from its roots recently. "Dad, I think that might be a warning from Sammy." Dean said as he closely examined the area.
"Dean its just an area where some grass has been ripped away. That could have been caused by a ground mole or any number of things." John informed his oldest knowing that a hundred different things could explain the small missing patch of grass.
"I'm telling you dad, it's Sammy. Do you remember that hunt in the backwoods of Arkansas when we all got separated because of that black bear that surprised us?"
"Yeah, I remember we found each other pretty quickly, but that Sammy was nowhere to be seen. We both started searching a grid pattern until you found him about two hours later huddled near a log and in tears since he was only ten years old then." John stated remembering the time that nearly scared the life out of him.
"Dad, I found Sammy because I started following a path where the grass had been ripped out every so many feet. Sammy led me too him dad by laying a trail that I could follow." Dean said as he stared his father in the eyes.
"Holy crap Dean, you never told me that." John stated as they all began to search the ground more intently. Picking up a long stick, they began to scatter the leaves on the ground ahead. They had only moved approximately five feet when they came upon a small pit lined with wooden stakes that had very sharp tips.
"Son of a bitch, that could have mangled one of our legs." John stated as he rubbed a calloused hand along his jaw.
"The son of a bitch is trying to make sure that we won't have a snowball's chance in hell of rescuing Sam before he can force us to watch him hurt or kill the kid" Bobby swore as he pulled his ball cap off his head and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Yeah, well, he'll wish he were in Hell when I get my hands on him." Dean seethed thinking about all the things he wanted to do to make the hunter pay for the pain he was putting his baby brother through. One way or another, Hank was going to pay and pay with his life if Dean had anything to say about it.
"Simmer down Dean, keep your mind focused on the hunt. We can't afford to get careless." John warned though he knew Dean already knew that. He knew how much it was taking out of his oldest not to have Sammy safe and sound with them.
"Yes Sir." Dean stated automatically as his eyes began scanning the area ahead once again.
As the hunters moved steadily forward, they uncovered four more spiked pits before finally making their way to the front door. John and Bobby covered Dean who was able to pick the lock in seconds. The hunters eased open the door and quietly made their way inside as they communicated silently with hand signals. After a twenty minute search, they were disappointed to find that Sammy was no longer on the premises.
"Damn it." John swore as he punched the wall in front of him. "There's no telling where they've gone off to now. How in the hell are we supposed to find my baby boy now?"
"Calm down John, I'm sure Hank left some kind of clue leading to their whereabouts. If there's one thing he is counting on, it's you finding Sam so he can torture him right in front of your very eyes." Bobby stated as he watched Joshua and Caleb enter the cabin.
"Bobby's right John, we need to do a thorough search and see what we can come up with." Joshua said as he placed a hand on John's shoulder. "Why don't you and Dean take a breather while the rest of us search the cabin."
"Yeah, I think we'll do that, thanks." John said as he wrapped an arm around Dean's shoulders and led him back outside. They needed the time to pull themselves together after the disappointment of not finding Sammy.
TBC