Dean pulled at the bound that held his arms to the metal frame that held him pinned. His eyes never left the screen of the television that showed him his little brother. It was torture for him to watch Sam call out for him without being able to get to him. He had always been there for Sammy, now he was forced to watch as Sam was hurt time and time again while he was unable to help him. Now he had to sit here and watch Sam struggle not to drown and wait on his father to save him, then they could get to Sam.
"Now Dean before I go I want to give you a little parting gift. I never got to see you bleed, let's fix that shall we?" Dean eyed the bowie knife that the man held in his hand. He glared at the man as he ran the blunt side of the knife down his bare chest. Dean hated the way his muscles jerked and twitched under the touch of the cold steel. "You know Sam screamed so sweetly for you each time we played together. I wonder who you will scream for. Daddy maybe or will you scream for your baby brother? Look he is screaming for you, begging you to save him." Dean bit his bottom lip as he felt the blade bite into his lower stomach, felt the blood slowly flowing into the cradle of his bellybutton and lap. Kyle smiled as he heard a quiet growl start in the young boy's throat. "Come now Dean I want to hear you scream for me." Stabbing down with the knife, Kyle laughed as Dean arched off the head rails as far as the bounds would let him. Dean whimpered as he tried to hold in the scream that tore up his throat, the knife now stuck deep in his thigh. Kyle twisted the blade cause the scream to break free from the locked lips of the boy. Pain brighten green eyes glared at the madman, "My dad is going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"
"MMM… is that so? No Dean, see you all are going to die tonight. See when daddy opens that door his is going to take a load of buckshot at point blank range and you are going to slowly bleed to death while watching baby brother drown." Kyle smiles as he watches more tears far from the boy's eyes as he turns his head to look at the screen again. Kyle takes his time cutting the boys arms and chest none of the cut deep enough to kill out right just deep enough to hurt like hell. Enjoying the gasp and whimper it pulls from the boy, each one causing a thrill to travel up Kyle's spine. "Now Dean I hate to leave you, but I have to get ready for that father of your, do you think he will come after you or me?" he stands and walks behind the bed petting Dean's hair as he moves. Then he lowers his head to place a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead, before he slams the knife deeply into Dean's back just below his ribcage. The scream that fills the air is beautiful to Kyle, long and loud and filled with pain, leaving the boys barely aware. Leaving the knife still in the bound boys, Kyle bumped the hilt causing the boys to groan at the intense pain that lanced upward from the wound. Replacing the gag and petting the boy's cheek Kyle stood to leave the room. Smiling as at the boy who was fighting to remain alert, noticing how he eyes rolled and failed to track anything long. "Tell Daddy I said Hi. If he survives the shotgun, I wish I could see his face when he finds you. He's going to watch you die Dean, and you are going to watch Sammy die." Kyle laughter filled Dean's ears as the man leaves the boy alone to wait for his father.
As soon as the man leaves Dean begins to work to get loose from his bonds. Gritting his teeth against the blinding pain as his tugs to free himself pulls at the muscles surrounding the knife causing him more pain. Turning his head he rubbed his face against his shoulder trying to get the gag out of his mouth so that he could warn his father of the one trap that he can see and it scared the shit out of him. Dean worked the gag as he heard his father's truck roar into the parking lot of the motel.
John pulled into the lot just ten minutes after he had left his room, running ever red light and breaking all knew road laws to get to his son quickly. He could hunt the bastard that had taken them later. If he could track down a stigra across two states a human man would be no big deal. Then he would make sure the man paid in full for hurting his children. Racing up the stairs looking for room 17, slowing when he final saw the door to the room. Pulling his gun from his back be braced himself in front of the door and prepared to kick the door in.
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Sorry for the hanger there. I just wanted to get a post up this weekend. I will post more as soon as I can. I hope that everyone is still enjoying the story. I hope that you liked it luliana!! Thank you again to everyone who is reviewing for me it means a lot to me. Well Hope to get more up for you guys soon.I just wanted to be a bit evil today. LOL