Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 9
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: "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.
"Dad what the hell are we going to do? There's no telling where that bastard has taken Sammy or what he's doing to him right now." Dean said as he paced the yard in agitation in front of the cabin.
"We're going to find him Dean, we've just hit a road block is all." John replied trying to stay positive about the situation even though his confidence in finding Sammy alive was waning with each passing hour. It would soon be dark and he knew Hank would be calling him with the nightly update, after which, the psychotic hunter would torture his youngest.
"You don't know that Dad, not for sure. Hell, they could be half way across the country right now and we're just standing around here with our thumbs up our asses." Dean stated with anger wishing he had something close by to punch.
"Calm down Dean, I'm just as upset as you are about not finding Sammy but we can't give up. We have to keep our heads in this if we're going to get Sammy out of this mess alive." John said reaching out a hand and placing it on Dean's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.
"Don't." Dean gritted out between clenched teeth as he brushed John's hands away from his shoulder. "I don't want to be comforted when Sammy's the one hurting, the one who is out there somewhere about to be tormented or abused in who knows what kind of way."
It tore John up to hear the anger and desolation in Dean's voice. It scared him to think about what would happen to Dean if they didn't find Sammy in time. It scared the hell out of him to think that Dean could actually become suicidal during a hunt in his grief. The sound of his phone ringing shook John out of his morbid thoughts and he glanced worriedly at Dean before answering the call by the third ring. "Winchester here." John stated knowing damn well who was on the other end of the line.
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As Hank sat at the table of the latest cabin they were staying in, he watched the minutes slowly pass by waiting for the eight o'clock hour to arrive. He couldn't wait to make his latest phone call to taunt the mighty John Winchester with what he planned to do to his cherished baby boy. Looking at the hammer and pliers lying on the table in front of him, he couldn't decide which one would be the most fun to use. Oh both would sure enough cause some pain, but which one would give him the most enjoyment to use.
Looking at his watch, he was startled to see that it was almost time to make his call. Making his decision, he picked up the object of his choosing and walked over to the sliding trap door. It took him only a minute to key in the code and he walked down the steps with a confidant swagger, looking forward to having some fun. Oh sure, he had vowed to give the kid some time to heal from the gun shot injury, but eight hours was more than enough time as far as he was concerned.
Arriving at the bottom of the steps, he looked over to see his captive sleeping on the small bed. Striding over to the bed, Hank grabbed a handful of Sam's hair and yanked hard as he snarled "Time to wake up you little pain in the ass." He took sadistic glee in the startled yelp of pain that the youngest Winchester emitted upon waking up.
"Ow, damn it." Sam shrieked as he raised his hands trying to grasp his hair to keep it from being pulled so hard. Tears flooded his eyes at the searing pain that shot through his scalp upon the rude awakening. "You are one sadistic son of a bitch!" Sam exclaimed pantingly to the psychotic hunter as Hank finally released his hair.
"You have no idea kid." Hank retorted as he held up his latest weapon of torture for the youngest Winchester to see.
Sam's eyes grew huge as they took in the hammer that Hank was cheerfully wielding in his large hands. It scared him beyond belief to think about what Hank was planning to do with the tool. He didn't have much time to contemplate what could happen however as he felt Hank unlocking the shackle around his ankle. Thoughts of trying to make an escape quickly entered his mind, but the idea was quickly dropped as he felt the stiffness in his injured leg.
"Come on you stupid little shit." Hank grumbled as he jerked Sam to his feet and led him over to a chair. Forcing Sam to sit, he quickly secured his hands tightly to the arms of the chair with leather bindings and then secured his legs by wrapping them with twine.
Standing just in front of the young hunter, Hank pulled out his phone and swiftly dialed the number that would connect him with John Winchester. He only had to wait two rings before the words "Winchester here." came through the line.
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"Hello John, I trust you were able to figure out the clue that I left you in the video and you are now at the cabin where young Sammy was only a few short hours ago." Hank stated rubbing in the fact that the hunters were too late to rescue young Sam.
"Yeah, we found the cabin where you held my boy." John answered as he glanced at Dean to see the worry in his eyes. "And just so you know, your little stake pits didn't work you stupid son of a bitch. I'm still in one piece but you won't be once I get my hands on you."
"Now now, that wasn't a very nice thing to say." Hank accused as he hefted the hammer in his hands. "And for that little outburst, I think young Sammy here will have to pay the price.
"Oh God no, please don't hurt him." John pleaded cursing himself for angering the man. "I'll do anything just leave Sam alone. Please, I'm begging you, he's just a kid."
"Too late Johnny boy." Hank informed the anxious hunter. "Just listen to the pain your words have caused." Hank said as he turned and glared at his victim with ferocious looking eyes.
John raised a hand to his head and grasped his hair as he heard Sammy begging to be left alone before a bloodcurdling scream came through the line. Tears rolled down his cheeks hearing his baby boy sob knowing it was his fault that Sammy was now hurting. He heard Sammy brokenly whisper "Oh God not again." before another blood curdling scream reached his ears.
***Torture Scene Ahead
As Hank looked at him with barbaric eyes, Sammy couldn't help but shiver from the murderous rage he could see behind those eyes. He truly wondered if this was the time that Hank was going to kill him with his father listening in on the other end. Seeing Hank raise the hammer high into the air, Sammy begged, "Please, don't kill me. Please just let me see my family once again before…" Sam never got to finish his statement as Hank brought the hammer down hard on the trigger finger of his right hand. Sam screamed as he felt the bone in his finger break in a couple different places as the digit immediately bruised. He openly sobbed from the excruciating pain that overtook his hand. He barely had the time to take a decent breath before Hank raised the hammer once more. "Oh God, not again." He whispered just as the hammer was brought down hitting the middle and ringer fingers of the same hand. He screamed out in pain once more until the pain became unmanageable and he mercifully passed out.
"Upon hearing the sudden silence, John brought a shaky hand to his mouth wondering what had happened to his baby boy. He couldn't bear the thought that Hank might have just killed his youngest when there wasn't a damn thing in the world he could do about it. Feeling his knees go weak at the thought, he lowered himself to the ground and pulled his knees up to his chest as he waited to hear another sound on the other end of the call.
"So are you proud of the pain you have caused?" Hank questioned as he picked up the phone and addressed John. He wished he could see the man's face right now knowing the pain that surely must be in his eyes after the way that Sammy had screamed, hell…it had almost chilled him to the bone and he was the one who dealt out the pain.
"What have you done to my son?" John questioned anxiously trying to keep his temper in control. He couldn't take the chance of Sammy being hurt even worse, if he wasn't already dead that is.
"Well, let's just say that I finally hammered in the knowledge that I am a force to be reckoned with and Sammy now has first hand knowledge of it." Hank answered with a riddle wondering if John would get the gist of what he had said.
John drew in a quivering breath catching the way Hank had placed emphasis on the words hammered and hand. He had no doubt that Hank had just used a hammer in some way on Sammy's hand and couldn't imagine the pain that must have caused to his baby boy. He sent a quick prayer above that Sammy's hand wouldn't be permanently disfigured by what Hank had just done.
As Dean watched the myriad of emotions that crossed his dad's face, he felt fear and anger taking hold of his heart, fear for what was happening to Sammy right now, and anger that he couldn't be there to stop it. Hell, he would do anything if he could take Sammy's place right now. He would willingly pay with his life if Sammy was left alone. Upon hearing his dad beg Hank not to hurt Sammy, he felt a full body shiver and began to rock back and forth in agitation. "Please don't hurt him, Please don't hurt him, Please don't hurt him." Dean whispered over and over praying that his prayers would be answered. He knew they weren't however as he heard the scream that came from his dad's phone. Tears flooded his eyes upon hearing a second scream that hurt him to his very soul. He could feel his breathing starting to become labored as he heard his dad question "What have you done to my son?" Seeing his dad basically fall to his knees a moment later, Dean pulled himself together knowing that both of them couldn't lose it for Sammy's sake.
Walking over to kneel beside his dad, Dean placed a hand on his father's shoulder and gently squeezed. "Dad?" he questioned uneasily as he felt the small trembles his dad was emitting.
"M'okay Dean, just give me a minute." John said as he looked up into Dean's worried eyes. He hated putting more worry onto Dean's shoulders and cursed himself for not being able to hide his emotions from his oldest. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself to his feet and waited for Dean to stand too. "Let's go see what Bobby and the others have found." John said as he wrapped an arm around his son's shoulder and the two men started towards the house, neither one ready to talk about what they had just heard.
TBC