A/N: Hi! Sorry this took so long to post! I was writing Harry Potter fics…*innocent grin* I still enjoy writing this fic! I just had a lot of fun writing Harry Potter fics!
Anyhoo, enjoy!
Chapter 7 – Closer to the Edge.
Steve Carter sighed with relief and plastered a grin on his face as the hour hand on the clock above his desk finally struck five o 'clock. He stretched, arching his back like a cat as his large stomach strained against his dark blue cotton shirt. He switched off his computer, raked through mountainous piles of paper to locate his car keys, waved goodbye to his colleagues and then strolled leisurely out to his car. He started the engine, checked his manic reflection in the mirror, and then drove for a short distance, eventually slipping off of the main road onto a dirt track – easily missed unless you knew of it beforehand.
He drove a little further, before leaving his car near a gathering of rusty, ancient cars, many of which were piled high up to the sky, one on top of the other. He casually glanced around, checking for other people, before walking cautiously up to a black, shining car. He checked his surroundings again, before creeping up to a small, shack-like building and peering in the closet window until he discovered a blonde haired youth staring intently at a miniscule television set in the corner. The boy suddenly stood up, stretched, and said something to the two men in the room, only to leave the house and head towards the driveway seconds later. The teenager walked over to the Impala and was suddenly greeted with an agonising pain and his world was quickly filled with darkness.
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Adam winced as a sharp pain filled his head. His eyes remained closed as he attempted to reason with himself. He had the terrible idea that if he opened his eyes; he wouldn't see Sam and Dean. He had the terrible idea that if he opened his eyes, he'd see someone much worse. Someone evil. He tried to convince himself that he had simply banged his head somehow on his walk, and that his brothers had brought him back into Bobby's…but he knew that wasn't true. He took a deep breath, and slightly opened his eyes to reveal the very subject of his nightmares leering manically at him.
"Hello, boy. Good to see yer finally awake. Now, let's get down to business. What did yeh tell those two men?" He growled.
"I told my brothers everything," Adam snapped angrily, "And when they find out I'm gone, they'll come and rescue me!"
"No. They won't, boy. See, they don't know where you are, do they?" He pointed out, a smirk forming on his unshaven face.
"Well…no…but they will find me. They are hunters!" Adam blurted out before clamping his lips shut.
"Hunters?" Steve laughed incredulously, mocking Adam's indignant tone, "I don't think they can do me much harm, I'm no rabbit, boy! Pair of freaks, yer 'brothers' are," he quoted with his fingers.
"Why am I here?" Adam asked quietly, "Are you going to kill me?"
"I should." Steve admitted softly, "Yer mommy, she had to go, you understand, boy? But you…I'm willing to keep yeh alive if you'll help meh."
"Help you…? Help you with what?"
"Those brothers of yours were responsible fer killing one of my pals a few years back, I want you to help me get even."
"NO! They're my brothers!" Adam shouted in protest.
"You," he strode up to Adam, "Will," he pulled Adam off of the bed, "Do," he pulled him up to eye level, "Exactly," he glared into his eyes, "What," he shook him, "I say," He threw him back down onto the floor, "Or I will make yer life hell, boy. I know yeh think yeh love these boys and that they love yeh, but they don't! See, they feel guilty fer leaving yeh when they had each other-"
"Shut up!"
"What did yeh say, boy?" Steve glared dangerously.
"I said shut up about my brothers!" Adam shouted as Steve threw himself down, and placed a hand over his mouth and nose, "Stop! " he tried to shout, "I…can't…breathe…"
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"Hey, Adam? You hungry?" Sam called through the door. "Bobby's made some steak pie, you might want to come and grab some before Dean scoffs the lot." There was no reply. "Adam? You sleeping, kiddo?" Sam frowned as he turned the door knob and the door opened to reveal and empty room. "Adam?" Sam shook his head before checking the bathroom and the other rooms upstairs, before running down to the kitchen calling out, "Hey, Adam hasn't passed you has he? Only, he's not in his room or any of the others…."
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Steve looked grimly at the unconscious youth on the bed. Maybe, he thought grimly, just maybe he'd taken it too far this time. Oh, sure, the kid was still alive. But when he'd started yelling back, Steve had only just managed to pull himself off the kid before he'd suffocated him. He hadn't planned this far in advance either. He'd only thought as far as grabbing the kid, and getting away. He was stumped as to what his next move was; did he leave the country? Kill the kid? What?
He perched himself on the edge of one of the beds in the motel room, and buried his head in his hands as he let out a deep sigh.
He sat like that for a few moments, wallowing in self-pity and indecision before a slight movement on the bed penetrated his thoughts. Adam had opened his eyes and was staring in fear at him. He didn't want that. Well, perhaps on some level. He wanted the boy afraid enough of him that he wouldn't disobey and go running back to those idiotic brothers of his. But he didn't want him scared into silence. It was unnerving to say the least.
Steve coughed and moved towards Adam who back-pedalled on the bed in fright, curling his body into a small ball and peering up at Steve with wide eyes. "Please…if you're going to kill me, please make it quick."
"I'm not going to kill you, boy. I told you that."
"Well…what…what do you want with me?" he whispered quietly, although his voice echoed in the small room.
"I never got kids of my own." Steve shrugged, "I just wanted one. Yer mommy said I couldn't replace yer daddy, but seeing as he's dead and he never bothered with you anyways, I think yer mine now." He smiled, not noticing the horror-struck look on the room's other occupant.
"Steve…sir, please, just let me go. Please. I just found my brothers, I'm only just getting to know them, please, let me go, sir!" Adam begged.
"I don't think so, boy. They were fine without you, before they ever knew of you, so I think they'll be fine now, won't they? Sure, they might be a little upset at a while, but once they think you're dead or somethin', they'll forget all about you."
"Why are you doing this?" Adam demanded angrily. "What gives you the right to-"
"I'm yer daddy, boy. I have the-"
"You are not my dad! John is!" he visibly gulped as Steve approached him, a menacing glint flashing in his eyes.
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Ellen Harvelle sighed dramatically as she scrubbed a stubborn dirt mark one of the many cracked glasses she had to clean that day. She drew her hand across her face, streaking some sweat marks, before admitting defeat and slamming the glass down on the worktop and groaning.
"Hey, momma?" The loud voice of her only child, Jo, called out from another room, "Bobby Singer's on the phone-"
"I'm coming, honey. You carry on with the cleaning, ok?"
"But momma-"
"Joanna Beth-" Ellen warned.
"Yes, Momma." Jo sighed before flouncing angrily behind the bar to take over her mother's duties as the older woman picked up the phone and smiled, "Bobby? How are you?"
"Fine, Ell, just fine. Listen, I've got Sam and Dean here, they need your help-"
"Ok, Bobby, I'll see what I can do…hi, Dean? Hey….oh? I didn't know you had another one, yer dad sure got around…I was kidding! How old is he? Really? Aww, sweet. Don't you threaten me, young man. I have photos of you running around starkers, one word, and I can have it on the front page of every newspaper in the- yes, boy, of course I'm joking. When do you see him last? Right…and he didn't say anything about leavin'? No? Uh huh, ok…did he act funny at all? Anyone with a grudge, or someone who'd want to harm him? Really? WELL THEN! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU IDGIT!"
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Dean grimaced as he put the phone down. "Wowee, the woman sure can yell."
Sam sighed, "Well, what did she say?"
Dean shrugged, "She said she'd see what she could do, she's not promising anythin', but she'll ask all her hunting buddies if they've seen someone like Adam, or heard anythin'. She says we ought to be careful though, as we don't know if Steve's human or not. She also says we should get the cops involved, just in case. What do you think?"
"I think we should involve them. He's still a kid. And it's been a few hours now. I know they normally want you to wait, but seeing as his mom was murdered, they might be more willing to …I don't know…" he shrugged.
The three men stared at each other. In the short time they had known Adam, he had filled their little word with sarcasm and jokes, and they couldn't really imagine life without him.
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Steve sprang up in his bed as he heard a car pull in outside the motel. For most motels, this was a normal occurrence, but this one Steve had picked because it was out of the way and unknown to many. Therefore, he was curious as to why a car would pull up this late at night. With a quick glance over to the boy – who was sleeping- Steve crept over to the window, and peeked through the dirty curtains to gaze at the car park. Three men jumped out the shiny black car he had seen parked outside that old man's house, and they went round to the trunk . Alarm bells went off in Steve's head; these were the brothers and that old man! He charged over to Adam, gagged him and threw him over his shoulder before grabbing his belongings and running out of the door, Adam's muffled yells covered by his feet thumping along the corridor.
Steve's heart beat faster as the sounds of sirens accompanied those of the men outside, and he slipped into the fire exit door, shut it quietly then ran up a few flights of stairs until he reached the roof.
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"Please, miss, this is extremely important!" The frustrated police officer begged the young woman at the reception who was currently filing her nails, a bored expression on her face. "Did an older, large man come in here with a young, blonde haired youth, approximately sixteen years of age?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"Miss, do I need remind you that withholding information from the police is a criminal offence?"
"He told me not to say anything?" Boredom quickly merged into panic, "He threatened me!"
"Miss, please. This child is in serious trouble, this man is a suspected murderer!"
"Room 13. I don't know why you want to know though, he's probably gone by now."
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"Room 13, Sammy! You check the room, I'll check along the corridors. I have a feeling they've left the room." Dean ordered, panic lacing his words.
"Ok! Jo, can you and your mom check the car park in case they leave? And Bobby-"
"I'm on it!" Jo interrupted, charging off to find her mom.
"Bobby, can you go back to reception, and ask the girl if there's any place in here that Steve could hide?" Bobby nodded before running as fast as his old legs would let him.
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"BOY! YOU STOP POUNDING ON MY BACK OR ELSE!" Steve roared, before lowering his voice, "I can make your life hard, boy. Don't make me do somethin' I'll regret."
Adam continued to shout obscenities, his voice still muffled by the gag in his mouth, although he stopped pounding on Steve's back.
"See, not so hard is it? Now, I wonder if there's anyway down from here…We're only a floor up, small motel and all that…but we'll take you some place to get patched up when we get out of here, ok?"
Adam's eyes widened dramatically, and he continued to scream, his muffled yells increasing in volume. It was so loud that neither of the two heard the door open on the roof, and Sam, Dean, Bobby, Jo, Ellen and the cops poured through, blocking the only safe exit.
Steve whirled around, Adam thrashing on his shoulder, shouting and reaching out his arms and his eyes found Sam and Dean. But they could not move. It was the clichéd television scene – one wrong move, and the bad guy would jump, seriously harming the victim. It wasn't a high jump, but it could still do some serious damage. With an evil smirk, and another muffled yell from Adam; Steve raised the boy above his head, and placed one foot over the edge of the motel roof.
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A/N: Please don't kill me. Also, please review. I was looking on my page, and loads of people are reading my stories, just not reviewing, so it'd mean a lot if you could review, it lets me know that there are people out there reading it x
P.S. Song title is 'Closer to the Edge' by 30 Seconds to Mars.