He opened his eyes and they slipped back closed again. He did that a few times before he opened his eyes for more than a second, and noticed with a start he had no idea where he was. None of his surroundings were familiar at all. Dean made to get up only to realize that he was strapped to a chair. He felt nauseous and like there were cotton balls in his mouth. He waited awhile for the nausea to abate, then he wriggled fiercely to get out of the chair but none of the ropes would budge. He tried reaching for the knife he had in his boot but he couldn't reach it. Realizing there was no way out of the chair he let off a long stream of profanities. No matter what he tried he still couldn't break free, so he just had to sit there and wait for the psycho who had taken to come back and try to distract him and get out. He waited about an hour before the door opened. It was the man from the bar, it had crossed his mind several times that he might have taken him. The man didn't even look at him as he entered the room, he was checking doors and windows then he turned to face him.
"Dean, finally up. I see you sleep like the dead, I didn't think I gave you that much but considering how much you drank maybe I miscalculated," he said this very casually like it was normal to just drug people then kidnap them.
"What? What's going on?" Dean asked.
"I probably didn't even need to drug the way you were going, that alcohol should have knocked you out rounds ago. You really have quite the tolerance."
"That's not an answer." Dean barked at him. The man moved behind Dean where he couldn't see and shuffled stuff around. Dean didn't know what it was the man was moving around because he couldn't see, no matter how Dean tried to turn his body. The man came back into Dean's view and put a opened kind of breakfast or protein bar into Dean's hands.
"You should eat, last night you threw up in your sleep." Dean tried to feel his clothes but he couldn't' move his arms enough. The man eyes came to rest upon his restraints noticing that it was going to be kind of hard to for him to eat it with the restraints on. So the man took the bar from Dean's hand and put it into his mouth, not exactly what Dean was hoped for but he took a big bite and caught the bar with his legs. He chewed it carefully, at least he was being fed for now, but the question of why he was here in the first place was plaguing him.
"Thanks," he said his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now just let me out of here and we can be best buddies."
"You still hungry?" the man said gesturing to the bar. Dean was still a little hungry but if the only way he was going to get food was for the man to put it his mouth he was going to wait a little while longer. He shook his head.
"Good, are you injured?"
"You just kidnapped me you freak! Tell me what you want with me!" the man's eyes quirked with amusement. That made Dean's blood boil. He thought it was funny that this situation was funny!
"Let me out of these restraints and we'll see if you're so tough."
"Those restraint aren't to keep you from hurting me, there just to keep you here." Dean struggled more with the restraints and he heard the man sigh.
"Dean if you keep doing that you're going to hurt yourself."
"Why do you care if I hurt myself?! Why do you care at all?! Let me out of here!"
"Dean you need to relax, there's nothing to worry about...I'm here to keep you safe not to hurt you."
"Yeah like I'm going to believe that line of crap from a man who drugged me and kidnapped me! What did you just walk into the bar and think I think I'm going to grab someone tonight?!"
"Did I not tell you? I've been watching you for over a week, you're not that observant. However you still must have some chops because you could tell when that demon was watching you, however, you got it mistaken for me and I'm not a demon so..." Dean looked at him freaked out, he was being held by a crazy person. One who was talking about demons like they were real and talking about them like they were everyday things you just came up against. Then the man was looking at him very closely.
"You don't know do you?"
"Know that you're a crazy psycho, yes." The man shook his head with amusement.
"You really have no idea do you?" He really didn't like the way he had said that like he was an idiot.
"Azazel tried to keep me from the big truth, but the little parts... Mary Winchester formerly Campbell came from a long line of hunters and their legacy hasn't been shown the end of the book yet." he seemed quite amused by that. Dean stiffened when he heard his mother's name how did this psycho know her name?
"How do you know about my mother?"
"All that information there, and you only want to know how I know about your mother. Oh well, I guess we should get this part over with, it might make you make cooperative. My name is Sam Winchester." Dean frowned Sam Winchester was the name of his baby brother who had died in the fire, that's when he got past angry to furious.
"How dare you talk about my baby brother!" he yelled.
"Dean, I am Sam."
"Sam's dead."
"Is that what they told you?"
"Sam's dead," Dean repeated.
"No, he's not, he's alive and standing in front of you. Although I guess you're not just going to take my word for it are you? No, you won't , I'll have to find some way to prove it later." he dismissed it like it wasn't important. "Right, I have to tell you why I took you. I took you because a demon was about to kill you, and I just thought you were being sloppy but you have no idea about demons at all do you?"
"You're a crazy psycho."
"That's not a nice way to talk to the man who saved your life and well we're brothers too."
"Stop saying that! You're not Sam!"
"Anyways I took you to save your life, not because we're brothers and feel this tie to you, I don't want to mistake that. I took you because you're a puzzle and I'm going to figure you out."
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked for a moment forgetting the man in front of him was balls-to-the-walls crazy.
"Well I know what my role is, all this I figured that out from Azazel though he doesn't know, but I have yet to figure out yours. I know you have one but I don't know what it is."
"Your role is to let me go and let the nice men in white escort you to the pretty white room." The man looked annoyed, then thoughtful, then turned around and headed out the door. He was only gone for a few minutes before he came back with another guy tied up with rope and threw him onto a rug. The tied up guy looked at him fearfully before looking back at the crazy man. The door closed.
"You want proof. I was going to exorcise him later, but if I do it now it front of you, kill two birds with one stone." Then the man starting speaking some foreign language he didn't understand a word of and the other man started writhing. Dean felt sorry for the poor guy and wondered if the same thing was going to happen to him, Dean hoped not because it looked painful. Then suddenly the man started coughing, coughing up black smoke which was going into the ground and turning red. It took him awhile to find his voice after that.
"What did you do?"
"I exorcised him, he's back in hell now but he'll be back sooner or later. Now normally I don't exorcise demons, but this one knew I knew about you and I couldn't let that get back to Azazel he would be... cross."
"How how...what?"
"Demons are real, werewolves real, vampires real," he said this in a kind of bored voice. "Hunters , hunt them and we come from a very a very long line of hunters."
"You're not.-"
"You're not Sam blah blah blah, you're kind of a broken record you know."
"Is there any way that I could prove I was Sam?" Dean thought, he was only 4 years old when Sam died was there any way that he could..no it wasn't possible Sam was dead not some crazy psycho man. Had that really been a demon? He had never seen something like that ever before in his life.
"I..I don't know."
"Fair enough, anyways I took you to stop your life from ending before I could figure you out, and I intend to do that which means I'm going to have to teach you how to not die before I can do that."
"Does that mean you'll let me out of the chair? I can't fight anyone off in a chair," he said hoping that the man would let him out.
"And have you try to run? No, besides the room is safe from demons again. I should probably teach you about this." he said in a resigned way. He kicked the carpet up and underneath was one weird looking symbol.
"You're not getting your deposit back." Dean found himself saying and saw the man smile a little at that.
"This is a devil's trap. You get a demon into one and it's trapped ." Then the man pulled a knife out of what seemed like nowhere.
"This is a silver blade, very useful in hunting certain things like werewolves, and shape shifters but we'll get more into that later." He walked to one of his duffel bags and took out a shotgun.
"This gun has rock salt in it which is good for disrupting spirits." Dean wasn't sure what to believe, normally black smoke wasn't usually exhaled out of people but demons, werewolves and whatever else he was talking about they couldn't be real could they? Maybe crazy was contagious and he caught it from the man. He absently noted that the man was still talking but he had no idea what he was saying.
"Dean!" Dean snapped his head up to look at the man. The man was looking annoyed and a little angry at him.
"You haven't been paying attention, have you? Here I am trying to save your life and I'm giving you everything you need to know and you're not even paying attention." The tone of voice he was using should have made Dean scared but it didn't. The man sighed.
"Maybe you need a break to relax and think,"
"Kind of hard to relax while you're tied up."
"Well do your best," he said then went to one of his duffel bags, the same one he took the gun from he thought. He put it on the bed and laid out several knife and guns all around it. Holy crap this guy had an arsenal!
"What are you doing?"
"Don't worry, I'm cleaning my weapons."
"How am I supposed to relax tied to a chair while you clean your weapons?!" The man jaw tightened a bit then he grabbed the remote from the table and turned the TV on.
"What do you want to watch?"
"Uh what's on?" he asked without really thinking about it. The channels flipped and when the man flipped past a certain channel Dean told him to go back. This show was his guilty pleasure. Sure some psycho was watching him watch it, but who would believe a psycho kidnapper anyways.
He spent a few hours watching TV, avoiding looking away from the TV. While he was watching TV, he could pretend he was a home albeit somehow unable to move from an uncomfortable chair, but at least he could pretend while he was watching it. However, after some time the grumbling in his stomach became uncomfortable , it was obvious that he was going to have to admit that the psycho existed again.
"I'm hungry and thirsty," Dean said in a resigned manner he didn't want to eat this way, but apparently, it was the only way he was going to eat. The man picked up the bar and put it back in his mouth. Dean took another large bite of it and chewed it slowly. How was he going to get his water? That was the one he was worried about. He saw the man pull out a water bottle. How was going to drink.. his eyes widened in horror. He was not going to drink from a bottle like a baby not until he was dying of thirst.
"Never mind," he said then stuck his eyes back on another show. It was an infomercial but he much rather watch it than look away from the TV to ask the man to change it again. He didn't want to know what the man was doing, so he did his best to ignore every sound that didn't come from the TV. Eventually, he had to obey his body and he looked up from it again. The man was sitting on the bed in what looked to him like a meditative pose, not that he knew much about that crap.
"I need to use the bathroom," he said maybe there would be something in there that he could use to free himself. The man stared at him for awhile then nodded and stood behind him pulling at the ropes and suddenly he was free. He almost started running but he felt something cold against the back of his wrist.
"I don't want you hurt Dean, but if you try to run away that's exactly where you going to get yourself." The coldness left his skin and he had decided not to try to escape right now, but to wait until the madman fell asleep. He did his business and got tied back up, if only he were in this motel with a frisky woman rather than a psycho who thought he was his brother. A pillow landed in his lap and he looked up to see the man getting into bed. He used the remote to turn the TV off.
"We have a long day tomorrow, try to get some sleep." he looked down at the pillow wondering exactly how he was supposed to get behind his head. That question became less important when he figured that now was his chance, all he had to do was wait for the man to fall asleep and then make a break for it. He watched the man carefully as he settled into bed tossing and turning this way and that. He watched him careful as he tossed and turned less and less and then he started snoring loudly.
This was his chance. He started moving his hands back and forth trying to loosen the rope. He worked on it for quite awhile until Dean managed to work one of his hands out and quietly worked on getting his other hand out, all the time staring at the man to make sure he was still sleeping. He was free, all he had to do was make it to the door and he was out of here. He tried standing up as slowly as possible and winced when the chair squeaked a little when he put pressure on it. He looked the man and found him still. He continued to stand up and then all he had to do was walk past the psycho. He thought he had made it to when he heard one of the floorboards creak loudly. He made to run and found he couldn't move, the door was inches away but he couldn't touch it, he couldn't even get closer to it ,he felt himself being spun around. The man was staring at him furiously sitting up in bed .
"Dean I'm trying to protect you. Why did you have to go and do something like that?"
"What are you a demon?"
"No, but I'm not 100% human either. Exactly what is it I am I'm not sure of, but I do know this, you shouldn't try that again." The mad man nodded towards the chair.
"Now go back to the chair."
"No.,"he said though he wasn't feeling as brave as he had been earlier.
"Dean you need your sleep, we're leaving in the morning." he moved him with a flick of his hand across the room and back into the chair. Dean's fear increased, this man was a freak . The rope tied him up again even tighter this time.
"I wish I didn't have to do this, but you seemed determined to go out there and get yourself killed and that will not happen not until I know why they want you."
"Try to sleep." was all he said after that and then borrowed into his pillow like nothing had just happened. Dean couldn't sleep not with him being trapped in the same room as a freak, and freaking psycho freak at that. It took him hours to even get into a light sleep but he did eventually.