Previously on Chapter 1: Break (Part I)…
… Sam blinks, keeping himself together, he replied, "Ok.. let's go."
There should be 4 chapters in total, here's chapter 2~
Chapter 2
Bind (Part I)
It was a short ride to Bobby's storehouse. A quiet ride. And an awkward one too. Neither said anything much besides Dean relaying some information that he had gotten from Bobby. It was one of those places where Bobby kept the various cursed objects that he had come across over the years, much like the one that John had had. Given their recent encounter with the demons, Bobby was worried that the breaking and entering was not just done by some petty thieves.
The boys enter the dimly-lit room, with dust covering every surface and devil's trap and salt lines at every step of their way, some of which are unbroken. Is it not a demon then? It's still too early to tell. Going deeper in, they stand among the iron-made racks that shelve those specially warded boxes, a few of which now scattered on the floor along with their contents.
"Seems like that was a fight," Dean commented.
"Demons?" Sam suggested sceptically since there isn't any sulphur in addition to the unbroken devil's traps.
"Don't touch anything," Dean cautioned, memory of the rabbit's foot still fresh in their minds.
"I'll get gloves from the trunk," Sam said.
The two of them carefully return those objects into their boxes and replace them on the shelves. It seems like the intruders have merely knocked them over while fighting. They have returned all the boxes back to their place except for one, to which they have the box but not the cursed object.
"Maybe it got stuck under the shelves?" Sam wondered out loud as both of them remove the rubber gloves off their sweaty hands.
"The lock on this one's not working," Dean said, checking on one of the bigger boxes among them. He then notices a spare rope at the foot of a shelve beside Sam. "Grab me that, will you?"
Sam got the rope and passes it to Dean.
"Dude, let go, I'm trying to tie it around..." Dean tugged at the rope but then Sam suddenly gasped.
The moment both of them touches the rope, it had wound around both their wrists, binding them together by the hand. They look down at their hands, then to the last empty box on the floor.
"I think we found the last one," Sam said.
They tried every way possible to cut the rope loose but it just wouldn't budge.
"Great! Just fantastic!" Dean cried in frustration after a quarter hour of unsuccessful clipping; cutting; sawing; and burning.
"Let's get back to the hospital, maybe Bobby knows how to get this off," Sam suggested.
"Alright," Dean agreed as he closes the trunk and walks around to the driver's seat. However, difficulty arises when he opens the door and tries to get in. Dean has got his left hand bounded with Sam's right. And the driver's seat is on the left.
"I should drive," Sam noted.
Dean lets out an unhappy sigh but shifted to sit shotgun while Sam climbs in to sit in front of the wheel. It is yet another uncomfortable ride, though in a more absurd way than the last. Sam drives single-handedly all the way back to the hospital. It is lucky that there weren't many cars on the road given the time of the night, but it did require a bit more concentration to drive with only your non-dominant hand. Not only Sam, Dean also has to force his left hand to lie still on the seat next to Sam's, not being able to cross his arms or shift position whenever he wants to.
Even on regular days, it would have been a pain to be cursed by the vine yet now, with everything in between them, there has to be a physical bind that forces them to be joined at the hips 24/7. It's like the heaven is playing a huge, cruel prank on them, in addition to everything else.
Both felt a sense of relief when they come to the end of the short ride that seemed unusually long. Getting out of the car awkwardly, one after another through the same door, they walk side by side in a stiff manner into the hospital and to the room where Bobby is warded. Bobby is awake when they enter the room.
"What happened, were there demons?" Bobby sat up straighter in concern the moment they entered.
"No, no, the place was empty when we got there," Sam quickly said.
"There seemed to be a fight there recently but we missed it. None of those cursed objects are missing by the way," Dean informed him.
"Oh. Then, what's with your face, kid?" Bobby asked, staring at Sam's. Both brothers shifted uncomfortably in their spot.
"I, er, I fell," Sam said lamely, not meeting Bobby's eyes as he gave the obvious lie.
"Sure you did..." Bobby raised his eyebrows, glancing over to Dean, who also avoided his gaze.
"And Bobby, we got a problem..." Sam quickly changed the topic as he raises his right hand along with Dean's left.
"... Dammit, boys!" Bobby cried after recognising the bind.
"Please tell me you know how to get this off," Dean said in a plea.
"No! It's The Unbreakable Vine. You can't break it," Bobby exclaimed.
"No... There must be a way..." Sam said with forced calm.
"Well, there is one way..."
"What is it?" Both boys asked in sync.
"One of you chop your hand off," Bobby snorted gruffly.
Their hopeful bubble immediately popped and vanishes into thin air.
"Is there any other way?" Dean urged.
"Which part of un-brea-kle-ble do you not understand, boy?" Bobby narrowed his eyes at him sarcastically. Dean leans back and raises his hands in surrender.
Then, Bobby lets out a heavy sigh, squeezing his eyes wearily.
"Ok. I'll be getting out of this damn place in two days, and then we'll go back to my place to do some research. You idgits lie low until we find a way," Bobby told them the plan.
"Alright, Bobby. There's a motel just down the street. Call us if you need anything," Sam said and Bobby nodded in acknowledgement. The boys were on their way out when the older man called.
"And Sam," they turned around expectantly, "Get something on that face," he said. Sam gave a non-committal jerk of his head and then the door swings shut.
Writer's Random Rant: Sooo much school work + group work! Arggg!
Coming soon… Chapter 3: Break (Part II)