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Chapter 10 -The Sins of the Mother.
Sam was in a world of hurt. He had been shoved into a cage that was so small he couldn't stretch out his legs, that where cramping up because of the position he had to keep them at, and his back ached because he was slouched over at a weird angle, his height had never before been such a burden and a disadvantage, he felt like a human pretzel. His head hurt and his vision was blurry, he hoped that whatever had happened, it was only temporary and that the pain in his legs wasn't a sign that his recovery had been set back. All the hard work he had been doing, would be for nothing, he could easily slip back into the crushing depression that had him contemplating ending his own life at his lowest of moments.
Tracy and Grace, the other physical therapist, had both been possessed by demons, were upstairs with at least three other demons, they hadn't talked to him much on the drive to this abandoned house but he did hear them saying that their boss wanted him unharmed.
Suddenly the metal door to the basement opened and Tracy walked down the stairs with wicked grin on her face, holding an unusual looking devise with two prongs on one end. "Well hello there handsome, this meat-suit really fancies you, she keeps thinking about your muscles and your sexy ass, something I think I would love to see later but my boss doesn't want us to hurt you... much, until he gets here, for the festivities.
Sam, was suddenly worried by what she meant by festivities but would wait it out until Dean and or Bobby was able to rescue him. Hopefully, sooner rather than later.
Suddenly Tracy grabbed his arm and pulled it out of the cage, with her other arm she reached over for the weird devise she had brought with her and she directed it into his side and pressed the button. Sam was assaulted with a high voltage throughout his whole body, making him scream in agony, because of the confined space, be wasn't able to move away from the devise. Tracy only had it on his body for mere seconds but because of the pain he was already in, to Sam it felt like hours. The direct pain stopped, his body kept twitching, even after she took the devise away from his body.
She grabbed his face with her strong hand and smooshed it against the bars. "So, you're probably wondering why I did that... that was what it felt like when you exorcised me, I'm just returning the favour. Now we are just waiting for the boss to get here, then we'll tell you what we want" she kissed him hard on the lips, making him cringe but also wanting to send some comfort to Tracy, who he actually had a little thing for, she was supportive and understanding and she made him feel something he hadn't felt in a long time.
She pushed his face back into the cage, turned and walked back up the stairs and out the door, slamming the door shut behind her. Sam breathed heavily, through his nose, he quickly moved his shirt up so he could see the damage left by the cattle prod, he had two, hot, red, blistered, bruised marks on his side, they looked like really bad third degree burns, wishing that he had some ice or cold water to wash over them to relieve some of the burning sensation that was shooting through him, he closed his eyes to try and breath through it. Sending out a silent prayer that Dean and Bobby would find him soon.
Dean was a panicky, worried, angry ball of nerves. He had been pacing over the same strip of carpet of the motel he and Bobby had booked them selves into while they searched for Sam. Hope was sleeping in her car capsule that Bobby had brought inside. Bobby was calling all his contacts outside while Dean brooded and worried himself into an early grave.
Bobby opened the door and walked in quickly and quietly, making sure not to wake Hope out of her exhausted sleep. She had cried for a good hour before falling asleep 30 minutes ago. She could sense their distress and she also knew that her Daddy wasn't there with them, which made Dean stress even more.
"I have some good and some bad news. Which do you want first?" Bobby asked with a serious look on his face and a strained voice.
"Hit me with the bad news" Dean said not in the mood to play games.
"None of the other hunters I called are less than five hours away, so it's just you and me for now, I do have Caleb coming here in just over five hours, I had called him in to help with the extra protection around the yard but I told him to bypass my place and come straight here" Bobby cleared his throat.
"OK, what's the good news?" Dean asked loosing Hope by the second.
"I have a way of locating Sam, but it requires hacking into his phone and tracking his gps. Luckily, he doesn't know, that I know, how to do that so he hasn't turned it off"
"That's sneaky Bobby! Sam will be pi##ed at you for doing that if he found out" Dean smiled at the older hunter.
"Yeah, well, it's also going to save his life, so I'm not sorry." Bobby says back, without a hint of apology.
"Okay, old man, I'm just sayin I know Sam can get a little funny about his privacy but I'm sure he will get over it when we save his ass." Dean laughs lightly at the bantering.
"Okay, so where do we start? Abandoned warehouses, barns, shacks?" Dean asks seriously, wanting to get back to searching for Sam. His lungs getting constricted at the thought of not getting him back, not when he was finally getting his brother back.
"Yeah, all of those, obviously ya idjit" Bobby give Dean a look, like he he hadn't forgotten. "That's why I'm looking into his gps, to shorten the search"
"I know, I'm sorry, I'm just really worried" Dean gives him a small smile in apology.
Suddenly the computer pinged at them, Bobby jumped over to the laptop and clicked and clacked on the keyboard. He looked up at Dean and smiled so big. "We've found him, Dean"
Sam sat scrunched in the dark and silence which was deafening and maddening for what felt like hours, he went from being hopeful of his imminent rescue, to being resigned to his fate.
The door opened quickly and a dark figure walked through it, toward him at a quick pace, then stopped right in front of him. "Ah there you are Sammy boy, you have been hiding from me, and I don't take kindly to being ignored" the Yellow Eyed demon looked at Sam, with an evil grin on his face. "I was promised something and when I didn't get it, I was very angry, that is why I had to take your delicious wife from you. She was supposed to leave me alone with your daughter but she didn't, she interrupted me, before I got to do what I wanted. She reneged on the deal"
"What? Why would she make a deal with you?" Sam asked, swallowing down need to throw up.
"She made a deal, your life for a minute alone with your beautiful daughter. You see, you died, saving her from a mugger, (quite the hero), then when she was crying over your corpse, I came to the rescue and offered her a deal and in her grief, she took it but when she was supposed to leave us alone, she couldn't help herself, her mothering instincts kicked in. I had to do, what I had to do as punishment." Giving Sam a demented and evil glare.
Sam was shaking his head, this all seemed like a horrible dream, demons lied all the time, but his heart was telling him otherwise, somehow this had happened, and it put them all on this unfortunate path. Knowing that if he were in his wife's shoes, he probably would have chosen the same one.
"What do you want from me now?" Sam asked, bitterly, angrily with emotions making his lip quiver and he swallowed them down as he didn't want this demon who had destroyed his life and family twice.
"Well, my dear boy, I want you to give me your daughter, so I can finish what I started" the yellow eyed demon said with condescension.
"No!, no way, you won't get your hands on my daughter, she's innocent, besides it's not like I have her in my pocket" Sam said snarkily, wishing he could give him the finger and storm off.
"Well if you don't have her brought to me, I may have to take her" the demon said, turning around and walking back out the door and slamming it shut.
Dean and Bobby gather all their weapons and make a plan, Hope is put in her car seat, and they jump in the car and start driving. Five hours later, they slow down in front of a rundown abandoned house, watching for any movement or sign of life. "Are you sure Sam's in there?" Dean whispers to Bobby, Hope asleep in the back.
"Yeah, he's definitely in there, well, his phone is definitely in there anyway" Bobby says glancing at Dean.
"Thanks, Bobby, not instilling a lot of confidence here" shaking his head in annoyance.
"Just, go on up and check it out. If he's there, get him out will ya, get him back here." Bobby looks at him in the eyes, let's him know that he trusts that he will bring Sam back.
Dean gets out, grabs his pistol, his shot gun and some holy water. He leans in the back and kisses Hope on the head "I'll get your daddy back sweetie"
Bobby drives further down the road and hides the impala near some bushes and trees. Gets his binoculars out and watches him. Dean sneaks around the side and peers in through a window, quickly, them moves down to the next window and does the same and then moves on to the back of the house, slowly and stealthily.
Bobby takes a breath when Dean falls out of sight. "Be careful Dean" Bobby whispers to himself.
Dean moves up the back steps onto the patio, keeping in the shadows, he creeps inside, listening, he hears a creak and moves around and sees someone standing in the front room, he starts whispering a Latin chant, talking quickly, the demon rounds on him in pain, he speeds up, he throws holy water on it, the demon screams in pain, he grabs for it around the neck and keeps reciting the prayer until the end, the black smoke comes shooting out of its mouth. He drops the vessel to the ground, then moves off to the basement, not hearing any more noises but knowing that more demons would becoming soon.
The door to the basement was locked, he kicked the door in, gun raised, he takes each step at a run, he looks left then right, finger resting on the trigger. Then he flicks the light switch and there in the middle of the basement is a cage and in the cage is his little brother, cramped and unconscious. Dean looks around for keys or something to help him open the cage, he looks at Sam in the cage, like an animal and starts to panic. Then he remembers his brothers lock pic set and looks in his packet and pulls them out, kneels in front of the cage and an starts to pic the lock. What feels like hours later, he has it open and Sam practically falls out on top of him and he drags him so he can stretch his long legs out.
Dean pats his face lightly "Sammy?, come on, wake up Sam, please" watching his face closely. "Sammy! Little brother, come on, wake up"
Sam groans softly and moves his head mumbling incoherently, his eyes flicker open and he panics and tries to move away from Dean. "Hey, hey, hey, it's ok, it's me, Sammy, it's me Dean" Sam's scared eyes fall on his and the result is immediate, his shoulders slump in relief and he grabs Deans forearms hard, breathing heavy. "It's alright, I gotcha Sammy, just breath, I gotcha"
"Thank god" Sam's raspy voice makes him sound like he's been screaming for a long time.
Dean takes stock of how shaky and pale he is, then remembers that they have to get out of there and back to Bobby's. "Alright Sammy, we have to get you out of here" Dean looked around the room, he sees an assortment of tools and miscellaneous objects, in one corner was a stack of poles, sticks, bats, and what looked suspiciously like a cattle prod. Not wanting to think what those had been used for or on whom. He grabs onto his brothers arms and hooked his arms through them and dragged his brother to a chair just to the right of them, then held him to his chest until his breathing and pain was under control.
"Alright Sammy, I'm going to carry you out of here." Dean bends down to see into Sam's red rimed eyes. "Like a damsel in distress" he says chuckling trying to lighten the mood.
Huffing out a breath Sam replies "Ok, Thanks Dean, ...your not much of a night in shining armor though" Sam whispered then coughed into his shoulder, and gasped for breath between coughs. Dean rubbed his back and waited until he was done.
"Let's get goin Sammy, we might have visitors soon" Dean wound his arm around Sam's back and under his legs, bracing himself fir Sam's weight. "Bobby is waiting outside with Hope, let's go"
They made a unusual sight, Dean taking one step at a time, trying not to bump Sam's head or legs as he went. They finally made it up to the top step, and Dean put Sam down so he could use his hands to check they had the all clear, he had a quick look around, with his pistol at the ready.
When no one appeared, he picked up Sam again, who had worked up a sweat and was panting his breaths working through the cramps in his legs and Dean just wanted to get them out of this place and back to the motel so they could get a good look at what they had done to Sam.
Then once Caleb had arrived, the three of them could come back and take care of these demons, once and for all.
"We have to protect Hope " Sam said in his weak raspy voice, getting quieter each time he spoke. "The demon wants her"
Dean continued to walk with Sam's weight getting heavier the closer they got. Shaking his head at what Sam had said. "Well he'll have to go through me to get to her."
"That can easily be arranged" the yellow eyed demon, appeared behind them, flinging them to the far wall with his powers, making Sam cry out in pain when the hard landing made his already cramping legs and back shoot pain through his whole body.