Wow, I have to say a big thank you to the response that I got for the story so far. And also, I must apologise for the lateness of this chapter, but I really have been incredibly busy, as I have had weddings, paintballing, karting, archery and a birthday bash to go to! So, I have a real excuse, but I hope I have made up for the length of the update with the quality of this chapter? Oh, and I KNOW this chapter is short, but I have already written the next chapter (in rough) and it is much longer!
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Two slow, agonising hours later, found Sam awakening from a pitiful slumber, into a painful silence, apart from his own breathing and shouts for him to be let free. He had tried everything he could think of to get out of his prison-like cell. He had twisted his wrists as far as he could, until small rivulets of blood ran from underneath the chains, and he was yelping in agony as the metal tore at his flesh. The chains weren't budging, so he had then tried a different approach.
He crawled over to the wall, where the large metal plate that kept him there was. He raised his arms above his head, making sure not to smack himself in the face with the chains, and then brought them down on the metal with the chain. The metal-on-metal caused a shock to travel up his fingers and shake the bones in his hands. He yelped and pulled them away, falling backwards.
He lay there for a few minutes, trying to receive the feeling back in them, before he grabbed either side of the chains on the hook. He tightened his grip then yanked with all he could. Gritting his teeth, he shook the chain wildly before letting go, and landing hard on his butt. They hadn't moved at all. He let out a breath before placing his feet on the wall, just below the metal plaque. Putting all of his weight onto the wall, he pulled again, twisting and turning it as hard as he could.
Growing angry, he growled and let go again. He turned round and put his back against the wall, leaning heavily against it. He dragged his legs up, wincing when the chain scraped across the floor, causing his already pounding head to feel as if someone was using his head for drum practise.
Clenching his eyes shut, he relaxed his aching back and groaned again, softly this time, tears threatening to fall once more.
For the next twenty minutes, he sat there wrapped up in his own thoughts of how to get out of that hell-hole.
His thoughts, however, were interrupted abruptly with a series of loud bangs and scrapes that made him sit further up, his body tensing. He stared apprehensively at the iron-bar door.
Muffled yells and screams accompanied scuffling and Sam's eyes turned wide as the sound got closer.
He nearly yelped when he saw the body of the man appear in front of the door, shrouded in shadow. He could just see his face grinning madly at him, the piggy eyes settling on Sam's form.
"I thought you might like some company, as you seemed so lonely." Sam shivered at the voice and glared at him fiercely, his heart pounding in his ears.
The man kept his eyes on Sam a few seconds longer, smiling creepily before he turned to the side and extending his hands out. He grabbed hold of something- someone- and dragged them in front of the door, hands and legs bound in a similar way to Sam's. Terrified eyes sought out Sam's and he did yell out this time, when he instantly recognised the form in the guy's arms.
"Rachael!"
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"Sam is missing, kidnapped and all you can say is don't worry?" Dean spat at his father in disbelief. They sat, gazing at each other angrily.
"What can I say Dean?" John shot back at his son, giving him just as angry glare.
The sat looking at each other for a few seconds before John stood up sighing, and walked to the T.V, switching it on. Giving Dean an unreadable look, he sat again as it blared into life.
"-broke free from Wisconsin central prison 2 days ago has yet to be found. 36 year old Jack Dover is to be considered armed and dangerous, as he was only 7 years through a full life sentence, on the charges of the kidnapping, sexually assaulting, raping and then murdering 3 teenagers, in the space of 48 hours. The victims were 13 year old Tamara Smith, 14 year old Arron Rayne and 14 year old Sophie Elliot."
Dean and John sat in a stunned silence, staring at the screen mouths and eyes wide.
They were in Wisconsin!
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Rachael screamed as the man holding her (originally by the back of the neck), let go of her, before opening the door and throwing her by the hair, face first into the room, with a shaking, bloodied and bruised Sam.
He crawled forward towards her as soon as she hit the floor. He helped her up, and removed the gag from her mouth. His gaze flickered around her face, which was bleeding from a cut to the forehead. It quickly settled on the bruise on her cheek, and then headed back to the door which was now shut, the man was walking away.
"Sam!" she cried out, tears making their way down her face, "Who the hell is that?"
Her breath came in short gasps as he held onto her.
"I have no idea." He breathed back.
He looked at Rachael again, remembering the first time he had met her.
Flashback.
"Good morning class, I hope you all enjoyed you holidays." Mrs Breacher said in her sing-song voice, "We have a new student here today, so I hope you will all make him feel welcome. Samuel Winchester." She smiled at Sam who stood at the front of the class.
He managed a weak smirk back, before facing the class again. He felt queasy as he looked at two large boys that were sniggering at the back of the class. They were huge, and looked like they were the sort to cause trouble. He gulped and looked around again.
"Now, your seat is over there, next to Rachael Danvers." She said, pointing to an empty seat, next to a pretty girl with long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. He smiled at her, and then made his way over to the seat, dropping his bags on the floor. He pulled back the chair and sat down, putting his hands in his lap shyly.
"Hey Sam." Rachael said her voice the sweetest sound Sam had ever heard. She grinned and shook his hand. Her skin was smooth and delicate. Sam's stomach fluttered and he looked into her eyes.
They released hands and she sat back, facing the front again, listen to Mrs Breacher again as she resumed her speech about the new timetable.
Before he knew it, the day had flown by, and Sam was nearly dizzy with all the excitement.
He had been situated next to Rachael in all of his classes, and she had been appointed at the end of the tutor period to be Sam's guide for the day.
"Was he the luckiest man alive or what?" he thought.
At 2:50, the end of day bell rang and he stood up abruptly, Rachael following suit. She lived down the road just next to his and agreed to walk to and from school with him until he got the hang of it, or until Sam asked her to stop, which wasn't likely to happen.
They made their way out of the school, bags hoisted on their shoulders, moving out of the way of many people.
They walked out of the gates and began on what Sam thought was going to be a peaceful walk home. How wrong he was.
Sam frowned as he heard his name being called form behind him.
"Oi, Winchester!" a voice snarled. He recognised it instantly and turned to see Pete Doltry with a few of his "gang members" standing not to far away from him.
Sam groaned and looked at Rachael whose eyes were closed as she sighed.
"Pete." Sam muttered in polite acknowledgement, turning to face his large classmate.
"You get your hands off my girl." Pete growled in a low voice. Sam looked at him for a minute, eyebrows raised before looking at Rachael.
"I am NOT, and never WILL BE your "girl" you freaky, stupid, menacing ass-hole." Rachael snarled harshly at him, giving him a death glare.
Pete's face changed colours so fast that Sam didn't know possible.
From red, to purple, to a nasty green colour, to white.
Sam snorted and looked at the fiery girl standing next to him.
"C'mon, let's go." He laughed and they turned their backs on Pete and his cronies and set off down the street, Sam complimenting Rachael, with a massive grin on his face.
Two months after that, Sam had asked her out. She agreed, grinning and linking her fingers with his. He also had felt comfortable enough to reveal the truth about what he did, the hunting, his mom, Dean, the creatures. She had taken it remarkably well, and that surprised Sam. He had expected her to blow up, shout at him, and curse him. But she didn't. She smiled, asked why he hadn't told her earlier, and then frowned disapprovingly at him risking his life.
She had actually believed the whole story!
End of Flashback.
He loved her so much, and placed a kiss on her forehead, hugging her tightly.
"All I know is that I'm getting you out of here, whether that bastard likes it or not, you hear me? He isn't going to lay another finger on you, or so swear it I will salt and burn his ass." He growled menacingly.
TBC