Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 16
Disclaimer: Everything recognizable in this story belongs to the CW and Kripke. I'm just playing in their sandbox for a little while.
Warning: The hunters have potty mouths in this one and are doing some cursing!
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Previously: Unbeknownst to the hunters, Hank had woken up on the other side of the room and was slowly sawing through the rope binding him to the chair. He prayed that the others attention would be held long enough for him to get free. He was so going to go on a killing spree and wipe out every single one of them starting with Winchester first.
As Hank used Bobby's knife to continue slicing away at his bonds, he kept an eye on the hunters to ascertain whether or not they were aware of his imminent escape. All he needed was just another minute or so and he would be free. Taking a quick glance toward the steps, he was happy to see the sliding trap door had been left open. He wanted so badly to kill all of the hunters before him right now, but he wasn't stupid enough to think he could take on the four hunters by himself with the condition he was in now. No, he would take revenge on the one thing that would hurt them worse than any wound to themselves could, he would take out the heart of the hunters…that being young Sammy Winchester.
Once he had his right hand free, Hank silently pried the knife from the wooden arm handle of the chair and started sawing through the twine binding his left. He smiled in anticipation of his soon to be escape. The mighty John Winchester himself had made a slip of the tongue and he now knew where the youngest Winchester was and he would make damn sure Jurgen realized how wrong he was in treating the kid once he took out the snot nosed brat and the older brother that was protecting him.
Finally slicing through the last of the twine, Hank went to work on his ankles and freed them rather quickly. Pushing himself silently to his feet, he wanted to shout in triumph that he had outsmarted the pompous hunters but started towards the steps instead. He had a burning desire to get to Jurgen's clinic and take care of some unfinished business.
Taking a few steps forward, he was nearing the bottom of the steps when he heard a roar of anger before finding himself tackled from behind seconds later. He impacted with the floor harshly and felt the breath knocked from his lungs.
(Vivid Scene Ahead---not for the squeamish)
"NOOOOOO." he screamed ferociously as he bucked about trying to dislodge the bastard who had a hold of him. Knowing that his escape had to be now or never, he fought harder than he ever had in his life. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his body giving him the strength to give a solid elbow jab to the ribs of his attacker causing him to grunt in pain. Finally freeing himself, he started towards the steps again when he felt a hand clamp on his ankle and pull it viciously. Losing his balance, he started falling forward and screamed in terror at realizing that his head was about to connect with the battery device he had used to torture Sam with. Quickly throwing out his hands, he tried to stop his fall, but was unsuccessful when his left hand refused to support him with all of it's broken bones. He felt a microsecond of burning, intense pain before death took him as the steel rod that held the electrical wires pierced through his eye exploding it before impaling his brain in one smooth motion.
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After relaying to Dean what Bobby had said about them spending time at his place so that Sammy could heal, John turned around to offer his thanks and caught sight of Hank moving towards the steps. Bellowing in anger, he dropped the phone to the concrete floor and rushed toward the escaping psychopath and tackled him from behind. "Oh no you don't you son of a bitch." John stated as he braced himself against the frantically fighting hunter beneath him. There was no way in hell he was allowing the man to escape after what he did to Sammy.
As he held on desperately to the psychopath, he felt an extremely painful jab in the ribs causing him to relax his hold for just a minute to regain his breath. He felt Hank slither out from under him and grabbed hold of his ankle, giving it a hard twist as the demented man tried to escape again. Seeing the psycho lose his balance, John watched as Hank's head impacted with the battery and his body clenched unconsciously as he saw the metal rod enter his eye knowing full well that it was going to impale his brain also. He had no doubt that the man was dead as his body went instantly slack a few short seconds later. Pushing himself to his feet, he watched the pool of blood and gray matter surround Hank's head and breathed a sigh of relief knowing the bastard would never be able to come after his son again.
"Holy freaking crap." Caleb stated not believing the scene that had unfolded before their very eyes wondering how in the hell Hank had managed to get free. Glancing toward the fallen hunter, he saw the knife that lay on the floor not too far from Hank's body. "Damn it." He cursed silently. "How in the hell could we have been so damned stupid?" He glanced over towards Bobby who's face had gone an ashen at seeing the same thing he did.
"Bobby, don't blame yourself man, none of us thought about removing that knife in our eagerness to hear how Sammy was doing. It could have happened to any of us man." Caleb stated as he placed a comforting hand on Bobby's shoulder.
"Don't try to make me feel better Caleb. It's my fault that bastard almost got away. I would have been responsible if he had went after Sammy again." Bobby said as he knees went weak and he slumped to the floor. "How could I done something so damned stupid?"
"Bobby, don't be so hard on yourself." Joshua retorted feeling sorry for the man. "John kept Hank from escaping and now he's paid the ultimate price for his crimes, he won't ever be able to hurt Sammy or another kid ever again."
"He's right Bobby." John stated as he kneeled in front of his long time friend needing to assuage his guilt. "You love those boys almost as much as I do, I could have made the same mistake myself if you had been the one talking to Dean. Let it go Bobby, don't let the guilt consume you. Sammy's going to need all of us to get through this."
Bobby looked up into John's eyes to see the hunter had meant what he had said. John actually didn't blame him for what had happened and was forgiving him even if he was having a hell of a time forgiving himself. Plastering on a fake smile, Bobby nodded as he swiped a calloused hand through his beard.
Hearing a shouting sound coming from somewhere in the distance, John suddenly remembered having dropped his phone when he saw Hank trying to escape. "Shit, I forgot all about Dean." He mumbled as he walked back over to pick up the phone.
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Dean had just heard his dad tell him what Bobby had said and was about to tell his dad to give Bobby his thanks when he heard his dad holler "Oh no you don't you son of a bitch." Next, he heard what he thought was the sound of the phone hitting the floor before the sound of a scuffle could be heard coming through the phone line. As he listened intently, he could soon hear the sounds of voices in the distance and wished somebody would pick up the damned phone and tell him what the hell was going on.
"Dad, Bobby, can anybody hear me?" He queried loudly waiting for someone to answer. He waited for just a few minutes and called out again. "Damn it, somebody pick up the damn phone."
"Dean you still there?" John questioned as he picked up the phone and held it to his ear.
"What the hell just happened?" Dean responded in answer to his dad's question as he gripped the phone.
"Hank tried to make a break for it." John answered hearing the tension in Dean's voice through the phone. "I'll tell you about it later, for now, all you need to know is that he's dead and can never hurt your baby brother again."
"The son of a bitch got what he deserved." Dean stated feeling no remorse at all. Hank didn't deserve to live after everything he had done to Sammy. Running his hand through his hair, he glanced at his baby brother and sighed. Sammy still had a long road to traverse before he would fully recover from his ordeal. Knowing that Sam would need their support, Dean asked, "How long before you get here dad?"
"We'll be one the road as soon as we salt and burn Hank's body." John answered quickly. There was no way they were going to chance him coming back as a vengeful spirit. "Caleb and Joshua are outside digging the grave right now."
"Okay, just get here soon as you can. Jurgen will be bringing Sammy out of his medically induced coma tomorrow around noon. " Dean informed his father
"I'll be there Dean." John answered before snapping the phone shut and ending the conversation. He needed to get out there and help if they were going to make it back to Sammy in time.
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The next morning found the hunters all gathered anxiously around Sammy's bed as they waited for the Jurgen to arrive. They were all nervous knowing that Sam was most likely going to have a rough time handling everything that had happened to him. They needed to let him know that they would be there for him and would help him through the aftermath of his ordeal. Seeing the doctor walk into the room, Bobby and the others stepped back allowing the Winchesters a small amount of privacy as Jurgen explained what he was going to do.
"Hello John, I'm glad you were able to make it back in time." Jurgen said as he walked up to Sam's bedside and began assessing his young patient to see if he was ready to be awakened yet. Finding his heart rate and pulse fairly stable, Jurgen reached up and adjusted the drip on the I.V. that he currently had Sammy on. "I've just readjusted the pentobarbital drip so that Sam will gradually regain consciousness. You need to understand that Sam will be disoriented once he awakens and he could become combative as he tries to adjust to the waking world. If that happens, I'll have to sedate him to keep him from hurting himself." Jurgen informed Sam's family wanting them to be aware of exactly what could happen.
"Thanks doc." John said as he carded his fingers through Sammy's disheveled hair. "Can you tell us how long it might be before Sammy regains consciousness?"
At the rate I have slowed the drip, Sam should wake up within the next four hours." Jurgen informed the eldest Winchester before checking Sam's vitals once again and leaving the room giving the family some private time with their youngest.
John and Dean pulled up a chair beside Sam's bed eagerly awaiting the time when their youngest would awaken. It had been too long since they had seen Sammy's blue-green eyes looking back at them. As they sat, each talked with Sam about how they would never allow him to be taken away from them again.
The hours passed quickly and John and Dean found themselves quickly standing upon hearing a moaning sound coming from the bed. Reaching out to grasp Sam's uninjured hand, Dean gave it a light squeeze and said, "Can you hear me Sammy?" When Sam showed no signs of having heard him, he rubbed his thumb along Sammy's cheek. "Come on kiddo, I've been waiting a long time for you to open those eyes of yours."
Sam felt as if he was in a thick fog as he tried to claw his way back to consciousness. He could hear his brother pleading with him to wake up and he wanted to shout that he was trying damn it, but he just didn't have the energy. He was about to slip back into that blessed black void when he felt Dean's soothing touch upon his cheek and he latched onto the voice that was softly encouraging him to wake up.
Leaning his head towards the sound of that voice, Sam opened his eyes to half mast and glanced at the blurry shape before him. "De?" he questioned blinking his eyes trying to clear the shroud in front of them.
"Yeah, it's me Sammy, open your eyes for me kiddo." Dean answered as he palmed his baby brother's cheek. Dean watched as Sammy's eyes fluttered a few times before he was able to open them completely.
"De' wha'?" Sam questioned as he raised a hand to his foggy head trying to get his thoughts together. Rolling his head to the other side a little, he caught sight of another man standing beside his bed and immediately tensed suddenly remembering images of a man torturing him. "Noooo, please" Sam pleaded as tears formed in his eyes and began to roll down his cheeks unheeded.
"Sammy it's okay, it's me." John said as he reached out to touch his youngest unprepared for what would happen next.
"Nooo, leave me 'lone" Sam gasped as his breath began to hitch and he began to flail about in his bed. "De' help me!" Sam begged as he tried to climb out of the bed.
"Sammy calm down, it's just dad." Dean stated as he tried to keep Sam from hurting himself. He watched as John backed away with a broken hearted look upon his face at the fear shining in Sam's eyes. He heard the heart monitor starting to wail and saw Jurgen come running into the room.
"Help him." Dean pleaded as cradled a now hysterically sobbing Sam to his chest trying to comfort him as best he could.
TBC