Chapter 10
Dean walked out of the kitchen with a twosome of chocolate chip cookies wrapped in a napkin, not sure that he could share in the indulgence with Sam so far away...at least it felt that way...Not knowing was as good as assuming he was halfway around the world...and at least if he was...then maybe he was out of FBI jurisdiction.
Dean sagged into the chair at the table where his glass of water sat. Missouri wasn't giving him near anything to drink save water - trying to flush the rest of the drugs out of his system. Dean sighed and glanced up at the sound of laughter from the living room. He ignored it at first, letting his cookies sit a moment as he ran a hand down his face - thinking about Sam - about Leah - about the yellow eyed demons experiment at the light house.
How many other experiments were there? Had he tried this one again? Before? The plague was bad enough - if the same demon was even behind it - didn't matter - demons seemed to like to experiment. If only he could figure out how to find some patterns. Dean raised an eyebrow and made his way to the phone. He dialed into the Road house and waited patiently for Ash to come to the phone.
"What can I do you for?" Came a slurred response to the waiting time Dean put in. Dean looked over his shoulder at another fit of laughter - wondering what in the world they were watching in there. Missouri had already opened herself wide open and hadn't been able to find Sam yet...so Dean could only figure that her and Bobby were killing time watching TV...whatever...he had another idea.
"Ash, You remember how you were talking about running a search for certain signs that foreshadowed where the yellow eyed guy was going to be?" Dean asked quietly - trying not to attract too much attention to himself as he let Missouri and Bobby have their fun.
"Surededo do." Ash almost sang.
"Oook." Dean furrowed his brows. " Do you think you can run a similar one that mimics the signs that occurred near the time that the victims of the lighthouse massacre disappeared?"
"Surededo do." Ash sang out again.
"That is a yes - right?" Dean arched another lone eyebrow - wondering why Ash had to be so weird.
"Sure de is, Deany."
"It's Dean...and thanks...you can reach me at Missouri Mosely's."
"Alrighty. Have it for ya in a Jiffy."
"Uh....thanks."
Dean hung up the phone and grabbed the cookies off the table as he made his way into the living room doorway. He paused there trying to make out the dark figures on the screen. "What are we watch..." Dean broke off realizing exactly what it was.
The cookies fell to the floor as Dean moved forward in a hurry and fumbled with the VCR. Missouri and Bobby were cracking up even harder now. Dean ripped the tape from the VCR and looked at the Pharmacy sticker on the label revealing that it was a security tape from last night... at around 3:00 in the morning. God he was going to burn the tape...BURN IT!
"Alright alright...you're even." Dean swore at Bobby as he got to his feet angrily and stormed out of the living room.
"Aw come on Dean!" Bobby called as Dean barreled through the kitchen and out the back door. He tossed the tape onto the concrete and slammed a foot into it breaking black plastic off in bits that flew across the grass.
"You sent me in there like that?" Dean asked in a hushed growl - trying not to disturb the neighbors.
Bobby's smile was slowly fading. "Hey...I was doing you a favor...and myself. They don't have any red handed evidence on me...and no one is going to recognize you in that tape!"
"Yeah I was in a friggin dress! And a wig!" Dean seethed as he gave the tape another good stomp. "Why did you steal it if no one was going to recognize me?"
"I didn't - you did." Bobby sighed. Dean paused a moment. "You uh - wanted to see the hot chick behind the counter again."
Dean's furrow grew even more furrowed as he looked from Bobby to the tape and back again. "Did I even know I had the that get up on?"
"It was your idea."
"You two finished out here?" Missouri asked from the screened back door. "If you are - dinners ready."
Bobby and Dean gave each other another long look before Dean reached down to get the remains of the tape and throw it away. Dean tossed it into the garbage with another long sigh - ready to get to the table and have a sit. He was in a near crouch - readying to sit - when Missouri slapped him on the back of the neck. "Get yourself in the living room and clean up those cookies, boy...then you can have some chicken pot pie."
Dean eased the tension from his scrunched up shoulders in defeat looking to Missouri almost fearfully before he headed back to clean up the cookies from the floor.
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Sam listened to Manny and Vincent's even whispering at the other end of the room. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but with the sideways looks he was getting, he was pretty sure that he wasn't going to like what they were talking about. Sam lulled his head to the side to see Leah starring up at the ceiling - fighting a losing battle with the pain. "I'm glad you're awake." She whispered softly.
"Me too...how are you doing?" Sam asked gently rolling slightly to get a better look at her.
"I've been better." She half smiled - though her features were tight with the pain that was sweeping through her. She lulled her own head so that she could meet his eyes as a tear rolled from the corner of her left eyes - near escaping detection as it slid down her temple and into the shadow of the pillow beneath her head.
"Listen - You know this Manny guy?"
"Yeah - he's alright." Leah replied quietly - knowing what Sam was asking. "We're safe here, Sam."
"Where are we?" Sam had to find a way to tell Dean- he just couldn't do that if he didn't have the exact location.
"We're in Bullets, Texas...fifteen miles off of Route 15 down a back country road. Place called the Oil Pit." Leah whispered as Manny and Vincent continued their discussion.
" Do you know what they're talking about?"
"Not really - but they don't like you - so it may not be good." Leah replied evenly. "I'll convince them otherwise...so don't worry about it."
"Right." Sam hissed in a breath feeling a slight tinge of pain at the base of his skull. He reached around his neck and rubbed weak fingers over the spot - before his eyes opened wide in shock...oh God no...not again. The pain exploded in his head - causing him to instantly bring both hands to his head with a loud growl of a moan.
"Sam..." Leah's voice trembled as she saw the unmistakable signs of a vision. "God...no...Vincent!" Leah struggled to prop herself up on the elbow that wasn't broken...trying to get closer to Sam. "Sam! Snap out of it!"
"What the hell?!" Vincent and Manny made their way over in a rush. They both paused beside the table where am lay as Manny ushered Leah back down to not jostle her injuries too much. "What is going on?!"
"Open your eyes." The hiss was pure evil...as the girl whimpered. "I want him to see...look in the damn mirror." She gasped in a pained breath and complied - showing terror in the azure depth of her suffering. Sam saw his reflection in the mirror - a young girl - maybe seventeen...He had the knife to her throat. Dusty brown eyes slowly swirling to yellow as Sam watched the reflections in the dimly lit public restroom. "Heya Sammy, Looks like round two started without giving you a fair advantage...but when was I ever fair?"
"You bastard." It was her voice...not so fearful as the look in the her eyes as she was channeling Sam now.
"Maybe so...I'll spare you the backlash this time...but just so we're on the same page...I'm not going to fail this time." He slid the knife easily against her throat - cutting off any response that Sam could have given him. "Say a big Hello to Blondie for me....I'm sure I'll see her soon."
Sam sat bolt upright knocking Vincent's hands away from him in a panic. "Knock Leah out - NOW!"
Leah fought against Manny trying to get to Sam, but was pushed back down. "He's starting the experiment again...you're about to go - if you don't hurry with the unconscious!"
Leah's eyes widened in terror as Sam fell back against the table at a pant. "You heard the man knock me out! Give me that sedative, Manny..now."
"This is ridiculous...you two have lost it. No one is knocking anyone out. Manny just give her enough to help with the pain." Vincent said quickly as Sam slammed his fist into the table in frustration. He suddenly pushed himself upward - sliding his legs off the table just far enough to leverage his weight right and slamm his foot into Vincent's throat. Sam took advantage of the down time he bought - from injury - Vincent - and shock - Manny - to slide off the table and wrench Vincent upward in a choke hold.
"Give her enough to knock her out - or I break his neck." Sam was through playing and he didn't have time to play convince the civilians. He hoped like hell that Manny didn't think he was bluffing as he fought to stay conscious. Dammit. "If you don't she's going to be dead in about five minutes."