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"Rise and shine." Dean turned to turn over but realized he couldn't, he opened his eyes it hadn't been a dream, he had hoped it was. The man was standing in front of him he looked perky, of course he hadn't spent all night tied to a chair. He moved a little bit and realized his back was sore.
"We've got to get going soon, but first breakfast." he held another bar and Dean cursed a bit and grimaced when the man seemed amused by it.
"Can't I have some real food?"
"Sure, just I soon as I'm certain you won't run away. Now you hungry or not?" Dean glared at him but said.
"Yeah I'm hungry." the man held out that bar and Dean glared but opened his mouth. At least the protein bar wasn't too bad.
"Don't worry about if your starting to lose circulation, you'll be able to be untied a bit today." Dean did wiggle a little bit and did feel as he was starting to lose circulation."
"If I lose a limb I'll."
"You'll what?" he didn't like that the guy thought it so funny, that he thought he couldn't defend himself no he did not like that at all.
"Let me go." he tried again.
"Dean we've already been over this." The man said in a weary way.
"They'll be people looking for me." he realized if he wanted to use this argument he probably should have used it yesterday and early which is probably why the man didn't look overly worried.
"I'm not concerned about that."
'Why not?' he said more grumbling then actually expecting an answer.
"Because you have no friends, other then drinking buddies and even those you go through like tissues. The only person who might call anyone is your boss, because at least your a good worker." Dean was angry again.
"You don't know me! You may have followed me around for a little bit but you don't know me!"
"Then prove me wrong...who will miss you?" Dean faltered, no one, no one would miss him besides his boss, he slumped against the chair. How was it that he had lived his life so that no one would miss him besides his boss?
"Don't worry Dean, all sorts of people want you dead so it's not all bad." Dean looked up at him incredulously was the man trying to comfort him? It had sounded like he was. If he was, he was not very good at it. The man sighed and stood up and stretched a bit. Then he started going into more complicated workout like sit-ups and push-ups and pull-up. He had to admit the man was fit and that was going to make it hard to escape from him. He wanted the tv on so he had something else to look at, but didn't want to ask his kidnapper for anything so instead starred at it hoping the tv would just turn on after a moment or two it did. A few minutes later though, the tv went off again. He looked up to the man was putting all his stuff back into his duffel. They were leaving
"Where are we going?" he stopped for a second and looked up at him looking for something.
"Somewhere else." he said finally then went back to packing. Great an non-answer just what he wanted.
"Okay is there anything you can tell me." The man stopped again and looked at him.
"Yes, when the time comes I will untie you, you will stay right by my side or you will be sorry. If you try to run you won't get far and you'll be sorry." Threats weren't exactly what he had hoped on hearing. The man was looking around the room now and then went to his back, Dean thought for a second about running but with him so close to him it was doubtful he'd get far. He felt the man untie his ropes. Then the familiar coldness against his neck, he knew this was a warning, the coldness was removed from his neck and he realized he had been holding his breath which he then let out. The man opened the door to the motel and prodded Dean to walk first. Dean started walking towards the door all the time knowing the man was inches behind him. Once they were outside he wasn't sure where to go. The man didn't prod him just stood there behind him.
"Well first we've got to go steal a car." the man said kind of pensively.
"Your going to steal a car?"
"Well we can't take the last one I stole."
"You do this often steal cars."
"Yes." The man said simply. Great psycho psychic and a thief.
"Alright go to your left" the man eventually said. He went to his left and kept on going he looked around at all the cars wondering what a car thief looked for in the cars they were going to steal. When his eyes came upon a familiar sight.
"My car."
"Your car is nice, but it's too noticeable that's why I brought it here, no one stole it yet" Dean looked a his baby if he left it there, she'd end up stolen or towed to a impound lot, his baby didn't deserve to go there, they didn't treat cars right there and if they were gone for awhile it could even be sold. He didn't really want this crazy guy driving his baby either, but of the two choices it might be the lesser of two evils beside he knew the car like the back of his hand, if there were some way he could get out in his car would be home field advantage. He stopped suddenly.
"We should take my car." he didn't turn around because he didn't want the man to see what was going through his mind. There was a long silence.
"No it's too flashy." then he started moving him again and Dean knew he had to try again. He still didn't believe that this man was little Sammy but maybe he could play into that a little.
"It's was m-dad's car. I rode around in it when I was a kid and." he choke this part out "you did too." he looked at the car again and slowly started towards it, Dean followed behind him. Dean thought he heard him say.
"This is a bad idea." but he wasn't sure the man had said it too quietly. Sam pulled out Dean's keys from one of his coat pockets and unlocked it.
"Okay get around the side, no funny business." Dean went across the car and hesitated, his hands were unbound and the man would have to get out of the car and around it, he had a chance he could try but the man had his car his baby and while he was psychotic also seemed to be trying to protect him at least in his mind. Along with the fact that the dude was strong looking, he probably wouldn't get far anyways with that in mind he opened the door and sat down. The man sat down in the drivers seat, Dean's skin crawled a little bit when the man put his hands on the wheel. He turned the car on and AC/DC filled the car again, the last time he had heard that song in his car it had given him an entirely different feeling. The man made a face at the tune and turned off the radio, the feeling got even worse. However he still put the car in reverse and rolled them out of the parking lot, hopefully to somewhere he could escape the crazy man.
However five minutes into the car ride he was regretting his decision, every rough patch they went over, every slight jerk had him feeling worse and worse about his decision, this man wasn't very careful with his baby at all. After the man took a turn too fast Dean had to say something.
"Please be careful with her."
"Her?" he said with amusement then as if to taunt him, did the same thing again. Dean grit his teeth the man was plain evil. However the next few turns he did notice that the man being carefuller. There was silence for a few minutes then Dean asked.
"So where are we going?"
"I don't know just a day or two away so they it will be hard to follow us."
"So your just winging it?"
"Yes." he said annoyed, Dean couldn't help but smile, maybe he couldn't get away at the moment but he could annoy him. It probably wouldn't help his case and would probably lead him into more danger, but he it made him happy to annoy the crazy man. He filled his checks with air and made noises with them. Different noises but he could see they were annoying noises, by the look in the man's eyes. After about of minute of this the man said.
"Seriously Dean, if you don't shut up and I'm going to hold you still for the entire car ride." he wasn't sure if he could but he didn't really want to try with him so he shut up. They rode in absolute silence for awhile, when the man pulled over to the side of the road. Dean tried to open his door but of course the psychic psycho had it locked. The man looked at him disapproving like he was the one who should be sorry.
"This thing only has a cassette deck, what cassettes do you have?" Dean didn't want him anywhere near his music, it was bad enough he was driving his baby. So he stared resolutely at the passengers side window ,hoping to avoid answering the question. Until his face met the window and he couldn't breath for a moment, then he could again. He looked back at him angrily and was a little surprised to see him, he looked confused and maybe regretful but he had to be imaging it. He brought out the cassette tapes from under the passengers seat and gave it to him. The man thumbed his psycho hands over them and Dean's stomach churned.
"It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." he said with disgust and handed Dean back his cassette box. He looked down at his cassette tape and at the way they had been so cruelly dismissed. He put them back under the seat where they would be safe. There wasn't any more talking after that, not until an hour later when they pulled off the freeway into a podunk town. They passed many places and eventually the car stopped in front of a run down motel.
"Of all the places you choose this one?" He said incredulously.
"Yes I did." the man said simply.
"What are we doing here?"
"This is where we're going to sleep."
"What here?"
"Yes." he said an annoyed way and that when the man turned and Dean saw a motel a dirty looking run-down motel.
"Do you got a thing for roaches?"then he found his face pressed against the window again and guessed that meant he should shut up. He waited for awhile for the guy to get out, maybe then he could make his move. The man looked at him tired, Dean frowned, that look almost had him looking human and made some stupid part of him want to comfort him but he squashed that part down way, down reminding himself that this man kidnapped him.
"I probably can't trust you just to stay here can I?" he said before Dean could confirm or deny it .
"hic maneatis ." the man said in an unknown foreign language. Dean found himself paralyzed unable to move, he watched as the man left the car and went into the building, he tried with all his might to move but he couldn't, not at all. This was his chance his chance to break free and he couldn't even move. All too soon the man came back and got into the drivers seat.
"abrogare ." he said in a foreign language maybe the same one as before and Dean could suddenly move again.
"What did you do to me?"
"I put a spell on you." he said even more tired, but that small part of him that had been compassionate before was gone now, he was completely and utterly freaked out.
"So your a witch now too."
"No it more to do with demonic power then witch power." he said while driving the car and stopping it in front of the a door.
"I wouldn't have to do it, if you would just stop trying to escape." Dean glared at him again. The man got out of the car and made his way to Dean's door, which was unlocked. He opened it very slowly and the coldness was there again his time on his shoulder, he stepped towards the nearest door and waited while the man unlocked it. Then looked at the chair to see how comfortable it looked, since he was sure he was going to be spending all night on it. Soon enough though he knew by personal experience that it wasn't very comfortable. Ropes again, though he preferred it to the paralyzing spell he had been under before. He wasn't hungry or thirsty he had been allowed to eat and drink freely in the car under the condition that he knew there would be no bathroom breaks. He had been an allowed a short bathroom break before being tied up again and now the lights were off. He was exhausted he hadn't really sleep well last night, and that was making him tired now so he fell asleep much more easier this time around.