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Last Time...
"Don't get too attached, Dag. I know how you are with these humans. Just remember what they are and what they're capable of," Ronald glared at the brothers quickly. "And most of all, remember that they won't be humans much longer."
With that, Ronald closed the door with a hard slam, leaving Dagger to tend to Sam.
You may now return to your regularly scheduled program (:
-Chapter Seven:
The lights were dimmed a little as soon as Angel and Ronald left the room. There's quiet in the room except for the constant dripping on the other side of the room where the hose is. Dean was sure it would annoy the hell out of him sometime within the next thirty minutes of hearing it. Amazing how something so little can have that type of effect on people.
Dagger takes a step closer and crouches next to Sam. He's quiet and smooth with his movements. Dean's watching every little things he does from the way he opens the bag or the way he fumbled through his things. Once he finds what he's looking for, Dagger looks up at Sam. He doesn't say anything as he takes the flashlight he's just gotten out of his bag and goes to reach for Sam's mouth.
"Hey man, what're you doing?" Dean asks as he puts one hand across Sam's chest and pushes him back away from Dagger's reaching hand. Instantly, Dagger stops moving and puts the flashlight down. Sam doesn't say anything, but with Dean's hand across his chest he can feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Dean takes a quick glance at him, making sure he's keeping it together. On the outside he looks fine, not one drop of fear on his face; Dean admired that.
Dagger looked down at the floor.
"I was instructed to tend to the little one," he says. His voice is scruffy and dark, but the way he speaks is gentle. He looks at Dean questioningly. Obviously, he doesn't know that he's freakishly huge and a part of a pack of animal-people that are possibly trying to kill them.
"Yeah, well after your friend's little speech, I think we'll have to pass on that. You can go," Dean says, eyeing him sharply. He feels a pushing on his arm and realizes that he still had his arm across Sam's chest and he was trying to get him to let go. Dean lets his hand fall back into his own lap as he waits for Dagger to leave.
Dagger shakes his head.
"But he's sick. I can feel it."
Quickly, Dean takes a look up at Sam. He's breathing's normal but he has a distressed look on his face. His eyes are glued to Dagger, though, wondering what he was going to do next. A thin coat of sweat is forming on his forehead, though. That sort of worried Dean, but he wasn't so desperate enough to let Dagger lay a finger on Sam just yet. But then, Dagger's words set in.
"What do you mean you can feel that he's sick?"
Dagger shrugged his oversized shoulders.
"I'm not sure how to explain it. It's just that we can all feel what normal people can't. For instance, we can feel when someone's sick, or going to be sick. We can also hear heartbeats if we want to or the flowing of blood. And in this case, I can feel his fever rising," Dagger explains in the best way he can.
Both Sam and Dean exchange glances. In the back of their minds, they both had to admit that that was pretty cool.
Dean pushes the thought out of his head. "So, are you a doctor or something?"
Dagger nods. "I was once, yes. Back before I was turned into this. In my other life."
Dean swallowed, playing mental ping-pong with the two options in his head. Let him help Sam or don't let him help Sam? If Dagger's serious, then Sam could really use him. But what makes him different to the others? How can Dagger be trusted?
Seeing the distrust and uncertainty in Dean's eyes, Dagger says, "I'm not like the others, you know."
"Why's that?" Dean asks, sitting up more.
This should be good..., he thinks to himself.
"I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone. I follow orders when I have to, but that's it."
Dean blinked, waiting for him to go on.
"I'm serious. Now please, his fever's getting higher. It don't want it to get too high. Let me treat him. I won't take long," Dagger says, sincerity in his voice. He plays with the flashlight in his hand as he waits for Dean's response.
Sam looks up at Dean. Seeing as he's not going to answer, Sam shakes his head.
"Go ahead," Sam says in a soft voice. "It's okay."
Dagger nods. "Fair enough."
Just as Dagger had said, it was quick. He shined his flashlight into Sam's mouth, looking at his throat. He mumbles something under his breath that neither Sam nor Dean could quite hear. He takes hold of Sam's wrist and listens for a second or two. Then he lets his hand go and reached into his medical bag and beings out something that resembles a bag of popcorn. He shakes it a few times the presses on it for a little. He hands the bag to Dean and he's surprised by its coldness.
"Keep that on him for ten minutes then take it off for five; then put it back on. Repeat that until I come back or until the fever begins to go down," Dagger instructs.
Dean nods. "Alright."
Dagger stands, putting everything back into his bag.
"I'll be back later on tonight to check on him if I can, it depends on if I'm allowed. I'll have to confirm that with Ronald. I'll try to come back with some water, too. The little one could use some; but again, I'll have to check with Ronald."
Dean nods as he reaches over and presses the ice pack to Sam's forehead.
With that, Dagger gives one final look, and then leaves.
Letting out a breath, Dean looks down at Sam with slight confusion on his face. "He was... kinda nice," Dean says in a skeptical voice.
Sam nods. "Yeah. Didn't see that coming."
*All Jokes Aside*
John pounded on the door to the McDonalds, yelling his son's names at the top of his lungs. There were two things he was wondering at that moment: One, what the hell is in there and that did that want with his sons; and two, why isn't there anyone else around? John made a 360, he seen no cars, no lights, nothing. Everything was getting creepier and creepier by the second. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest. The worry for his son's safety was becoming greater.
Suddenly his phone rang. He fumbled to get it, hoping it was Dean or Sam calling to tell him what is happening.
"Hello? Hello?" John says.
He listens.
"Dean! What-...whoa, whoa slow down, Dean. Where are you?"
He listens again, walking back to his car to put his gun away. He sat in the driver's seat and started the car.
"How the hell did you get there? What hap-"
He was quiet again, listening. He puts his car in reverse and speeds backwards.
"Okay, okay, just stay there. It might take me a while, but I'm coming to get you. Just stay there!'
John hung up and drove out of the parking lot, racing to follow a lead that he thought his son had given him...
*All Jokes Aside*
2:09 a.m.
Sam was sleep. He was on the floor next to Dean, the ice pack still on his forehead. Dean had done just as Dagger had instructed. He kept it on for ten minutes and too it off for five, but it wasn't really working. Maybe it was Dean's imagination, but Sam's fever had gotten higher.
Dean was awake. He couldn't sleep. Not here; not now. Every so often there was movement. It must've been louder than what Dean heard because the walls were thick and he door had to weigh at least a ton for it to make so much noise when it was opened. Dean couldn't help but wonder that was doing on up there.
Just then, the door was pushed, causing a loud racket to bounce off the walls of the room they were in. By his side, Dean felt Sam jolt awake and raise his head toward the door.
In came Angel and Ronald. Each had an evil smile on their faces.
"Wakey, wakey," Angel calls, banging his fist on the door.
Sam sits up groggily, but Dean was in full alert.
"What'd you want?" Dean asks, annoyance in his voice.
Ronald laughs.
"Obviously, you have problems with memory," Ronald says in a chilling voice. He taps his chin. "Because I thought I told you both to ask for permission before you speak to me."
Dean rolls his eyes. "And I thought I told you to shove it, Giggles."
Ronald laughs again.
He and Angel approach them.
"I'm going to let that one go. Wanna know why? Because we need your information, and we need it now."
Dean looked away, breaking their eye contact.
"Is that so?" he says sarcastically.
Angel crouches down in front of them.
"Who do you belong to?" he asks in a cold tone.
Dean shrugs. "Listen, buddy. I don't know whose blood you've been sipping, but we don't belong to anybody."
Ronald and Angel exchange glances. "That's what they all say."
"We're telling the truth," Sam interjects.
Ronald's eyes glide over to him.
"Really? That's not what we heard, and we've heard all about you."
"Well you must've heard wrong, freak. We've got nothing to do with whatever you think we do," Dean explains.
Angel smacks the side of Dean's head. "I'm tired of you."
Dean punches him clean in his face, causing him to fall backwards. "Back at'cha."
Ronald grunted a loud.
"Lesson one; if you break the rules, there will be consequences!"
He takes Dean's wrists and unhooks something from the back of himself. Ronald handcuffs Dean's hands and smiled.
Dean shook the cuffs. "This is punishment?" he smiled tauntingly. "That's weak."
Ronald raised his eyebrows at him. Reaching over, Ronald pulls Angel back to his knees.
"As I said earlier: we need to get to know you, and before that we need to tame you, and before that we need to break you."
Both Dean and Sam were silent.
Dean shook his head. "Look, Ronnie. We don't know what the hell you're talking about which must mean that we're not a part of whatever you think someone is planning against you and your little bundle of puppies, okay. So how about you just-"
Suddenly, Ronald pulled this lightbulb shaped thing out of his pocket and shoved it into Dean's mouth. Dean tried to spit it out but Ronald kept his hand on it, pushing it further, until Dean was sure he was going to gag. Once he stopped resisting, Ronald stopped pushing.
"You see, I'm tired of dealing with you and you're talking out," Ronald twisted the end of the lightbulb-looking thing and Dean felt it beginning to expand in his mouth. The more he twisted the more it pressed on his mouth. The ends were sharp to a point and Dean could feel it piercing the roof of his mouth and his tongue. He goes to pull Ronald's wrist to make him stop twisting the end, but then he remembers that his hands are handcuffed. Ronald keeps twisting the end and Dean could feel his eyes beginning to water. He tried to take deep breaths so soothe the pain just like his father had taught him, but it wasn't working. At this point, Dean could feel blood from the roof of his mouth dripping onto his tongue. Dean was squirming now, as he did his best not to cry out and giving them the satisfaction of hearing his pain.
Sam tugs of Ronald's arm.
"Stop! Just stop, okay? We'll tell you what you want. Just stop," Sam says, pushing Ronald back.
Ronald sits back up and back-hands Sam hard.
"I'd suggest you shut up unless you want this next," Ronald warns.
Dean shakes his head the best he could without making the pain even worse, trying to tell Ronald to leave Sam alone.
"Are you gonna behave now?"
Dean didn't answer.
Ronald twisted more. The bulb with inflated so much that it's pointy ends looked like it was seconds from pushing through Dean's cheek. Ronald laughed.
"I said, are you gonna behave now?"
Dean couldn't take it anymore. Simply he had no choice. He nodded and made a noise that come out like 'uh huh'.
Smiling, Ronald tugs hard on the bulb and it slices a line on the roof of Dean's mouth.
"Agh!" Dean yelled as the blades of it swiped the inside of his mouth. He leaned forward as blood dripped out of it. He felt Sam put his hand on his back.
"Dean you okay?"
Even though he wasn't, Dean nodded, knowing it would make Sam feel a little better.
Ronald stood, the bloody, expanded bulb in his hand.
"I don't like you already," he says to Dean. But Dean's too busy trying to stop the bleeding in his mouth to pay attention.
Ronald crouches back down so that he's eye level with them. Angel, too, crouches down. Ronald reaches out and puts his hand on Sam's shoulder who immediately tries to shrug it off. Dean sees this and puts his handcuffed hands up to push Ronald's hand away, but he's in too much pain to really do anything.
"You're my favorite," Ronald says softly to Sam, who gives him a wild look and tried to back away. "As you can tell, I give all of my pack new names. You know, Angel, Sugar, Dagger, and so on. It's time for your names."
Dean lifted his head.
"Did I ever tell you I'm from German background?" Ronald asks, his voice chilling and weird.
In Dean's mind he thought, Did anyone ever tell you no one cares? But he didn't have the energy to say it aloud.
No one answers.
"I think I'll give you names honoring my other life," Ronald announces. He looks at Sam for a long while before he says, "Liebling. That's it. Liebling will be your name. It means 'favorite' in German."
Ronald turns his eyes to Dean. "And you," he says. "I will name you Hund. Hund means 'dog' in German. And that's what you are to me, nothing but a dog."
Look who's talking, your cousin's probably Lassie...
Dean would've came back with that smart reply if he didn't have the feeling that he'd choke on his own blood.
Ronald stood again, Angel did the same.
"You will answer to those names and those names only. Do you understand?"
Again, no one answered, but it must've satisfied Ronald enough because he spun on his heel and exited the room. "I'll be back for you," he says to Sam and then heads over to the door.
"Dagger! Dagger come here! Bring your bag!" Angel called up the stairs. There were heavy footsteps coming toward Dean and Sam.
"I need you to tend to them now," he said.
Dagger walks past Angel and Ronald and peeks into the room. Across the way, he sees Dean handcuffed, holding his mouth as it's bleeding into his palms and Sam leaned forward with one hand on Dean's back, trying to soothe him as much as possible, but nothing was working. Dagger grunted as he looked back at Ronald.
"What'd you do that for?"
Ronald shrugged. "He was irking my nerves."
Dagger shook his head. "So you did that? Ron, c'mon. I thought you said you wanted to keep these two?"
"I do," Ronald answers plainly. "But I said I might need to break them first. So that's what I'm doing."
Dagger opens his mouth to reply but Ronald shushes him. "I've heard enough, Dagger. Go tend to them and then head back upstairs to help me set up for them tomorrow. They've got lots to learn and I still need to figure out how much they know."
With that, Ronald walks away.
Shaking his head with a sigh, Dagger enters the room with a blank look on his face.
Sam looks down at Dean, then back at him.
"Back so soon?"
You know, I'm starting not to like that Ronald dude. How 'bout you?
For all of you who don't speak German, you pronounce Sam's new name Liebling like Lee-bling, just in case you were wondering :D
*Announcer's Voice* On Next Week's Episode: Ronald tries a different approach to getting the information form the boys.
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