Tick Tock

By

Ava Brett

Disclaimer

None of the characters mentioned in the below piece of fiction belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my own entertainment purposes.

Author Note

Here's the next interlude this time from Dean's point of view. Next chapter will swing back to Sam.

Enjoy!

Overall Summary

Dean is gone and time is running out because someone is playing a game with Sam and Castiel, someone wants them to lose but the price of losing is Dean's life. They have to find the clues and win. The clock is ticking… can you hear it? Because Dean certainly can…

Chapter Summary

It's Dean's turn…

Overall Romance

Castiel/Dean Winchester, possibly Sam Winchester/OFC

Chapter Romance

Hints of Castiel/Dean

Interlude Three

Fighter

Dean wished that the fucking room would stop spinning around him and give him some peace to actually gather his lethargic thoughts together and think of a way to get out of the current situation he found him self caught in.

He wasn't sure how long he had been trapped in that small cold room for. He was pretty sure that it hadn't been longer then a day but he had clearly been unconscious for some of it, what if he had been unconscious for a while and more time had passed then he had thought. Perhaps he had been out for mere minutes and it was in fact only a few hours since it happened. It was hard to tell.

All he knew for definite was that he was surrounded by thick, heavy darkness which was occasionally broken by a bright light which blinded him each time he saw it. Whoever it was provided him with food and drink. Dean knew that it was probably drugged with something which was making him sluggish and yet he was so hungry and thirsty that he demolished it anyway, coming to the conclusion in his mind that he would need his strength for what was happening. Drugged or not Dean knew he could kick some ass if he was given the chance.

He had tried to initiate contact with the person the first time food had been delivered to his prison. Demanding answers from him but all that he heard in return to his queries was heavy pants, the sound of it making his skin crawl so he had simply stopped trying to communicate with the person, keeping his silence. There was no way in hell that he was going to tell whoever it was anything, no matter what they did to him.

Dean knew that Sam and Castiel would be looking for him, they would never leave him here to rot and yet Dean had no idea whether they were even out there. If whoever did this had managed to get Dean then there was a good chance that they got Sam as well. Was Sam in a room like this as well? Blinded and drugged and holding onto the hope that Dean was out there looking for him?

And if Sam hadn't been captured then was he safe? Was Castiel looking after him and keeping him protected from harm or was his Angel searching the streets looking for Dean? He knew that Castiel wouldn't stop until he found him but unless they hit a lucky break then how would they know? Hell even Dean didn't know where he was and he was hidden from Castiel because of the marks on his ribs.

By the time Castiel and Sam found him he would probably be dead, he just hoped that they found him quickly. The last thing he wanted was to traumatise Sam further by him discovering his decomposing body.

The thought made him sick.

It was the one thing that Dean was certain of. Whoever had taken him was never going to allow him to leave alive no matter what they might promise or say.

That was never the way these situations went in his experience. The kidnapper would always tell the family that if they did exactly what they said then the loved one would be released back to them unharmed. They would make demands, making the person do whatever they wanted, whether it was to give them money or perhaps to get something for them and then once they knew the family had it, they simply killed the victim. It made sense to Dean; they had what they wanted so why keep alive the one person who might be able to identify them? Why risk being caught? No they would kill him to protect themselves; it was as simple as that.

Dean stared blankly in front of him, his eyes focused on the area where the light always came from, his legs stretched out in front of him as he cradled his broken arm to him, thankful that the sharp pain and eased into a bearable level of discomfort. As long as he took care not to move it then he could manage his injury. He was more concerned about his head injury, the bleeding had finally stopped but with a blow like that there was no way that Dean didn't have a massive concussion and that would affect him big time when it came to getting out of there. If Sam and Castiel somehow got him out then Dean was more likely to be a hindrance then a help to them.

He wondered whether he would still be able to see Castiel once he was died. He was pretty sure he would end up upstairs in heaven, at least he hoped so, as much as he didn't like heaven he hated hell a whole lot more. Castiel hadn't been able to come to him in heaven the last time he had died and ended up in the human quarters. What if he couldn't this time? Dean couldn't imagine not being able to see Castiel again.

Dean's eyes narrowed as he forced him self back to his feet, his good hand resting against the cold metal to steady him self. There was no way in hell that Dean was going out of this world without one hell of a fight, drugged or not he was going to get out of there and he was going to get back to Sam and Castiel.

There had to be a way out of here and Dean was going to find it.

Author Note

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