Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 11
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: "Well what the hell are you all waiting for, get your asses moving." John said as he and Dean stood up and headed for the door. The sooner they got to Cimmaron, Oklahoma the better it would be. At least now they had something to hope for.
As the sleek, black Impala raced down the highway, the occupants inside the car found themselves full of nervous energy at the thought of possibly finding their youngest within the next few hours. Deans hands were nervously drumming on the dash, even though no music was playing and John's left leg bounced up and down in anticipation of finally finding his baby and getting revenge. They knew the card that Bobby had found could be a false lead planted by Hank, but those chose to ignore that possibility in their quest to find Sammy soon because neither of them could stomach the thought of not seeing Sammy again tonight.
Total silence encompassed the car since no words were spoken as they sped down the highway following Bobby in his pickup. Taking a quick glance in the rearview mirror, John smiled to see that Caleb and Joshua were following close behind him. He didn't know what him and Dean would have done without their friends to help them in their search for the evil bastard that took his youngest son, Mary's last gift to him. Clenching his teeth, John though about the things he planned to do to Hank in retaliation for all the hurt he caused Sammy. He swore to make the man wish the hell hounds had gotten to him instead of two very pissed off Winchesters and friends.
Switching his gaze over towards Dean, John could see the fear in Dean's eyes. He knew the fear wasn't of Hank Reynolds though. No, it was the fear of finding out what shape Sammy would be in when they finally got to him. He knew how much it hurt Dean when his baby brother was hurting and he knew deep down that Dean was blaming himself for Sammy being kidnapped even though he had tried to dispel that notion earlier. He wished he could tell Dean that Sammy was fine, but he knew better and so did Dean. Reaching over to clasp his oldest on the knee, John said, "We're going to find him Dean and then we're going to make that bastard pay for every single hurt that's been inflicted on your baby brother."
"I hope you're right Dad. I don't think I could handle it if this turns out to be a false lead." Dean stated as his teeth chewed on his bottom lip, his nerves getting the better of him. He felt like he was strung tight as a bow and if this lead didn't pan out, he would snap and lost it completely and God help anybody that was standing in his way.
"Just hang in there Dean, Sammy is going to need you when we find him." John said as he palmed the nape of Dean's neck with his hand offering what little comfort he could at the moment. He hated seeing what this was doing to Dean and feared losing his oldest if they didn't find Sammy soon.
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Sam was once again awakened by the throbbing sensation of pain shooting through his hand. Looking around the room, he was disheartened to find himself cold and alone after having dreamt that Dean was by his side and watching over him. Pushing himself up off the bed, he bit his bottom lip to keep from screaming out in pain. The last thing he wanted was for Hank to know he was awake and return to complete the punishment he had started. Why couldn't he have remained in his dream, oblivious to the reality he was facing now?
Thinking about his family he wondered just how many days he had been missing since there were no windows in the room he was being held now to tell him if it was day or night. Had it been so long that they were giving up on ever finding him? No, that would never happen, at least not with Dean and he hoped not with this father. Sighing, he glanced at his hand once more and felt the tears welling up in his eyes. He knew his hand could be permanently damaged and that thought played on his insecurities. He didn't want to be left behind with Pastor Jim or Bobby if his dad thought he was useless for the hunt now. Maybe he could convince his dad he would still be good for the research aspect of the hunt.
As he lay there in the all consuming silence, he shuddered to think about what Hank might be up to now. The man was seriously psychotic and got off on causing him untold pain. He wished he was wasn't so weak and could withstand the injuries that were being inflicted upon him. He would swear to his dying breath that Dean would have just laughed in the man's face with each new hurt instead of crying out in pain like a big baby. Damn it, he was sixteen, he wasn't supposed to be crying like some stupid little kid. He was a Winchester and was supposed to suck it up.
Hearing the hissing sound of the hidden door sliding open, he glanced up to see Hank coming down the stairs carrying some kind of battery contraption in his hands. "Holy crap, this can't be good." He thought as he watched Hank descend the rest of the way and then place it on the floor. He tried to steel his resolve knowing that whatever Hank planned on doing to him with it, that it was going to be some kind of painful. He sucked in a shuddering breath as Hank turned around to face him with another sadistic smile plastered on his face on his face.
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Knowing that the time would soon arrive for him to have some more fun with the youngest Winchester, Hank began to think about his next implement of torture. He had thought about the pliers earlier, possibly using them to pull the kids perfect teeth or maybe to remove his fingernails and toenails, but then the kid would probably pass out too fast on him being the major wimp that he was. No, he wanted the kid to be awake as long as possible for this one. Hell, maybe he would let John hear the whole freaking torture session this time. That would knock him down a notch or two. Of curse there was always the possibility of slicing him up with a knife and grinding salt in the wounds, now that could be kind of fun. But then his eyes caught sight of the battery lying in a corner, and his mind came up with the perfect form of torture to inflict upon the kid. Not only would it hurt him physically, but mentally or psychologically as well since he would be forced to strip naked for this one. He sure hoped the kid would put up a struggle, it sure would make things a whole lot more fun.
Knowing that he needed at least one other item for the fun to begin, he searched through some old drawers until his eyes caught the shiny, silver objects of his desire. "Perfect" he whispered as he grabbed four of them not knowing exactly how many he would need until he got started. Picking up the battery, he breathed a sigh of relief seeing that it could run off an electrical charge just in case it wasn't already powered up for what he needed it to do. He wouldn't receive any enjoyment or gratification if he got started only for the power to fail and ruin his plans.
Pocketing the alligator clips, he picked up the battery and its parts and carried them over to the sliding trap door that separated him from his captive. He quickly keyed in the code that would give him access to the secret room and watched as the door slid open. Picking up the battery once again. He carried his treasured object of torture down the stairs and then placed it on the floor. Breathing deeply, he smiled sadistically as he felt the fear being radiated off the kid. Getting to work, he set up the battery and cables and connected the alligator clips to them.
Turning around, he smiled sadistically at the kid who was still shackled to the wall. The little shit was trying to portray a façade of toughness, but was failing at it miserably to his hunter trained eyes. He could see the terror that the kid was trying to keep hidden as he watched him swallow convulsively. "Good you ought to be scared with what I have planned." He thought as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation of what he was about to do.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, I hope you've enjoyed your little rest and respite from the hurt because it's about to come back full force." Hank cajoled as he held up the small wire cables with the alligator clips attached for Sammy to view.
Sam's eyes grew huge upon seeing the clips that Hank held in his hands. He had a sinking feeling about what Hank was planning on using them for after remembering stories that his dad had told him about his tour of duty in the Marines. Unconsciously squeezing his legs together, he glared at the demented man before him. "You keep those things away from me or I'll freaking kill you."
"That sure is big talk coming from a kid who cried like a baby from a few little hammer swings." Hank taunted as he squeezed the clips making them open and close in a threatening manner. "Whether you like it or not boy, I think it's about time we charge up your life with a little excitement so how about you drop those pants of yours and let's get down to business."
"Your frigging crazy!" Sam yelled out as he took a defensive stance at seeing Hank's approach towards him.
"That's what they tell me." Hank stated proudly as he reached out for the youngest Winchester intent on getting his moment of euphoria as quickly as possible.
Knowing that he had to make a move now or never, Sam drew his knees back towards his chest and then pushed them out towards the lunatic approaching him as hard as possible. He heard Hank grunt from the impact to his stomach and he quickly rose from the bed to deliver a vicious kick to his ribs, that plan was thwarted however as his leg gave away from the pain of the bullet wound. Falling onto the bed once more, he screamed as he inadvertently landed on his injured hand. He could feel blackness encroaching on the edge of his vision and fought to stay conscious. Through fuzzy vision, he saw Hank reaching towards his jeans and swatted at him with his uninjured hand.
"No, please le-leave me 'lone" He begged as he felt the snap being undone. Feeling the zipper being lowered, he started bucking his body ferociously trying to keep the pyschopath from lowering his jeans. Suddenly, he felt severe pain in his hand once again and screamed out in mortal agony as Hank grasped his injured fingers forcibly squeezing them. The last thing he felt before giving into the blackness was Hank's fingers latching onto the hem of his jeans as he started to pull them down.
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The Winchesters breathed a huge sigh of relief as they finally reached the outskirts of Cimmaron. They would soon know one way or another whether or not they would have their youngest back with them safe and secure tonight. Following Bobby down a secluded dirt road, they noticed the abundance of nice looking cabins spaced throughout the area. Obviously this was an area for the more affluent people of the small town. If they only knew of the monster in their mists right now they would make plans to leave.
They drove for approximately ten more minutes when they saw Bobby finally pull off to the side of the road not far from a cabin that was nestled in amongst the trees. Quickly climbing out of the Impala, John and Dean walked to the trunk and pulled out the guns they would need noticing the others were doing the same. As a group, the hunters silently approached the small cabin as they scanned the surrounding area. Getting to the door, Dean quickly picked the lock and the hunters made their way silently inside.
Fanning out, they searched the rooms to find that somebody had indeed been at the house recently if the dirty dishes in the sink were any indication. Motioning toward the trap door, Bobby quickly keyed in the code and they all held the breaths as the door slowly started to slide open. The next thing that happened was the sound of a primal scream being heard that would live with each of them forever.
TBC