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Last Time...

Dean lied about what he knows to get Sam's torturing to stop. Also, John has gotten Bobby and they're on their way.

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- Chapter Fifteen :

Anger.

Dean sat there on his knees with Sam's head resting on his arm. With the other one around his brother, he rocked back and forth ever-so gently. Dean's eyes were a cold forest green as he stared down at Sam's statue-like face. His mind was like a broken VHS player. Everything that happened to them since they entered the McDonalds played in the back of Dean's head. He hated that. It was something he had no control over. But when he thought about what had just happened, it only made matters worse. He'd see Angel pulling back is arm with the whip in his hand, going to hit Sam. Then, almost in slow motion, the whip would come in contact with Sam's body and Dean would cringe a little. Everytime Dean tried to make the thought go away, it would simply start again. Rewind... stop... play... rewind... stop... play... There was no way to make it stop. There was no way to make it go away; and that only made his anger boil at it's brim, daring to be pushed to it's final limit. Deep breaths were worthless right now. Nothing could make this feeling go away. He couldn't stop his heart from racing and he couldn't make his blood flow any slower.

Guilt.

How on earth did Dean let this happen? His father had said it over and over again : 'Look out for your brother. Keep him safe', and Dean couldn't even do that. He'd screwed up and he'd screwed up royally. Even though he would tell his father that he did all he could to make sure Sam was alright, nothing would be a good enough excuse in Dean's book. In the back of his mind, he'll always know that this is his fault for Sam ending up like this. Everything that has happened so far is his fault; and not even a million 'I'm sorry''s will be good enough. Even if Sam gets better, Dean will always feel this way about himself. Dean knows that his father will them his that it's alright and that he did his best, but it wouldn't make up for the hell that Sam went through. He also knows that Sam will tell him not to worry about it, tell him that he forgives him, tell him that he had no control over what has happened; but still, Dean will have this weight on his shoulders. And feeling guilty is an awful weight to carry.

Hatred.

When Sam and Dean were younger their father used to tell them not to hate things. He used to tell them not to worry about what they didn't have, but be thankful for what the did have. John used to tell them that you shouldn't waste your time thinking about how much you don't like someone; it only makes your hatred grow stronger and it's puts you in a bad mood and a bad attitude. For a while, Dean tried his hardest to abide by what his father had told them. If he didn't like someone, he'd simply stay away from them. But as Dean got older, doing that got harder. Especially now. Dean couldn't put into words how much he hated these bastards that had done this to them. He hated every little thing about them. From Ronald's caked make up and sickening, crooked smile to Angel's devilish laugh and his alpha dog personality. In ways, Dean even hated Dagger. Even though he has done nothing to hurt them, he's still a part of the Adlets. Hate's a strong word, Dean knew that, and he means it to it's highest potential.

Doubt.

As much as it killed him to say it, Dean was getting suspicious about his father. It's pretty obvious that something's wrong when it's been hours since they first entered the fast food joint. John much know something's up. But what was taking him so long. Dean understood that the doors were locked, but what's stopping his father from breaking them in, charging down here, guns a'blazing? And ever since Angel told Dean that they were exactly what they were looking for because he and Sam were John's children only made Dean even more doubtful. Dean honestly didn't like to say it, he never wants to lose faith in his father, but enough is enough. The only thing that Dean could hope for is that his dad had a master plan and that he planned on putting it into action soon.

Worry.

Out of all things, this is what had Dean in a chokehold. As he looked down at Sam's unmoving body, he couldn't help but think of the worse possible outcomes. Dean stared and he stared hard, hoping that somehow he could mind-control Sam's eyes to open. Unfortunately, they didn't. Dean sighed, closing his eyes for a second. When he did, he felt tears building up behind them. Instantly, Dean slapped them back open. Dean was not going to cry. That is the last thing he needs to do. Cry is a weakness, and being weak is not an option at this point. Pulling Sam closer, Dean looked around the room but they fell back onto his brother's sleep-like form in his arms. Forcing himself to look down a little further, Dean took in the damage on Sam's midsection. Everything was worse. There was more blood, more cuts, more pain, more everything. Dean shuttered; another wave or guilt washing over him. He swallowed hard. The only thing Dean could really do for Sam at this point was this : keep him warm, wait for Dagger, and get him out of this hell house fast...

*All Jokes Aside*

"What the hell are these things?" Bobby asked, looking over at John.

He shrugged. "Not exactly sure, but my friend Ken, from back in Iowa, told me it might be Adlets."

Bobby's face scrunched in confusion as he loaded the gun with rock-salt. "Adlets?"

"Yup," John replied. He make a quick right and pressed down hard at the gas pedal. At his rate, they'd be back at the McDonalds within the hour. "Don't know too much about them, but the seem to know a thing or two about me."

Looking over toward the right, Bobby waited for John to finish.

"I guess they heard I was good at hunting... reallly good. Especially since I might be one step closer to Yellow Eyes," John informs. " Ken says they think that I might be targeting them."

Bobby shakes his head. "Are they tied to the Yellow Eyed Demon?"

John picks up speed. Talking about this is making him more and more worried.

"Don't know. But they may just be one of those things that want my head on a chapping block."

Clearing his throat, Bobby says, "Fair enough, but why Dean and Sam? They have nothing to do with whatever grudge they have against you."

John sighs. "Bait, maybe?"

Bobby huffs. "Bait, huh? So that means that they're probably okay."

He puts his hand on John's shoulder and squeezes it a little.

"I bet they're fine, John," Bobby says a little louder when John doesn't respond.

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, John lets out an aggravated grunt.

"Alive, Bobby. All I want them to be is alive."

There was heavy silence in the car as both men suddenly worried about the brother's heath and well being. Each of them thinking of the same possibility but none of them daring enough to say it aloud.

"So, while talking to this Ken character, did he ever mention how to get rid of these sons of bitches?" Bobby asked, changing the subject and breaking the silence all at once.

John nodded. "Yeah, we've gotta burn those bastards until there's nothing left."

Bobby nodded with a faint smile on his face, liking the idea.

"So how do we get in without them noticing?"

John shrugs. "I couldn't care less about them noticing us. The real question is: how do we get my son's out safely?"

Looking in the other direction, Bobby stares out the window, thinking of ways and plans.

"But it doesn't matter how it happens," John says a loud in a cold voice. "No matter what, I'm getting my boys back."

*All Jokes Aside*

Dagger stayed longer thank usual. He checked Sam's temperature and a disappointed expression crept onto his face. At this point, Dean didn't even want to know. After that, he did as he'd done before : he cleaned Sam's wounds and wrapped his stomach with that sterilized white cloth to keep the germs out. Throughout the whole time, Sam didn't even make a sound. He just lie there, not even moving a muscle. The only reaction Dean did take notice of is when Dagger poured the alcohol onto his open wounds, his body jerked gently from the pain, but he was miles and miles from waking up.

"Dag, this is getting old," Dean says with an aggravated pout on his face.

A brief look was all Dagger's reply.

Continuing, Dean says, "Do you really see the point in all of this? Does torturing young boys get your dog senses in a frenzy or something?"

Looking up slowly, Dagger shakes his head.

"We are not sexually attracted to you or your brother," he answers in a dull voice.

Shrugging, Dean replies, "Then what the hell is all of this for?"

Dagger was silent.

"Okay, so you're after my Dad, I get that. But me and Sam have done nothing to you guys. Why can you just let us go?"

A moment of dead silence passes.

"Ronald has a plan," Dagger announces. "He wants to turn both of you into one of us to assure our safety."

Dean nods, trying to make sense of all of this. "Safety from what?"

"All the hunters. We hear that your father is one of the best. Having him on our trail would be horrible."

Dean literally felt his jaw drop. "What the hell do you think you just did? Keeping us here will only make my dad more and more angry. You guys set yourself up for failure."

Dagger shrugged. "Maybe so. But once you're both one of us, we can be safe. John would never kill you, even if you're an Adlet. That gives us a chance to go far, far away from here. Away from society. Away from everything."

For a moment, Dean let everything that Dagger said sink in.

"I can tell you're different," Dean says softly.

Agreeing, Dagger nods. "Very."

Seeing this as an opening, Dean took the only chance he seen at the moment.

"And I can tell you don't want to hurt us. I can see that in the way you take care of my brother. You could easily let him bleed to death, or let his fever run mad, or let infection set in... but you don't. Dagger, I think you care."

He was silent.

Dean went on.

"I know that you have a good heart, Dagger. Even if you don't know it. And I can see that you don't want to see Sam like this anymore... almost as much as I don't..."

The only things Dagger did as nod, but his mood clearly changed.

"So if you feel this way, and you claim that you're different, why do you continue to do what you do? What do you stay with these animals? Why don't you let us go?"

Dean bit his lip in anticipation of Dagger's response.

A second went by...

Then two...

Then three...

Finally he stood and gathered his things.

"Tonight," he started. "Harvey, Angel, and I are going to be gone. We're told to go find a safe spot to stay and to gather much food," Dagger looked Dean clear in the eye. "There will only be Ronald and Sugar here with you for hours."

Dagger turned his back and headed for the door. He closed it softly and Dean expected to hear the sound of the loud chains locking them in... but he heard none.

He felt his eyes light up.

Did he hear right?

Is Dagger actually giving him an opening?

Only two Adlets will be here tonight, and Dagger left the door unlocked for them. Dean smiled almost evilly as he plotted his revenge.

But suddenly a thought shot into his head that made him question everything:

Can Dagger be trusted?

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