"Wait, wait. I'll tell you everything," Dean said. "Just stop."
Sam would have rolled his eyes if he didn't think it would hurt too much. This bitch had really done her research. But, before Dean could say another work the door burst open. Sam looked over. He decided he was hallucinating again. Maybe Dean wasn't dead, but his parents sure as hell were.
Two shots rang out nearly simultaneously and Toni plunged to the floor. Sam had just enough to time to hope that whatever weird hallucination he was having at least had some kernel of truth to it as he stopped fighting it and lost consciousness.
John reached down to make sure the woman who was torturing his son was dead. "Keys?" he asked Dean.
"On the desk, Dean nodded over to the corner of the room.
Mary grabbed them and unlocked Dean from the wall. "Unlock Jodie," he said as he went to check on Sam.
"Sammy?" he asked as he felt for a pulse. He exhaled with relief when he found one, but there was no response from his brother.
"Is he OK?" asked three voices at once.
"He's alive," was all that Dean knew for sure. Mary was handing him the keys and he set to work on Sam's restraints. How were they going to get him outside without hurting him?
"CAS!" he yelled.
His phone rang. He grabbed it without checkign the display. "Dean, it's Cas."
"Are you outside?" Dean asked figuring Cas had heard him yelling.
"No, I got blown away a bit farther than the last time."
"Where are you?" They needed to meet up quick so he could heal Sam. They were still going to have to get him out to the car, though.
"i think I'm in Siberia."
"As in Russia?"
"Yes."
Crap. Cas didn't have a passport. "I'll figue it out," Cas said, reading Dean's mind. "Have you gotten to Sam yet?"
"Yeah. He's hurt pretty bad. Was kind of hoping you could fix him up."
"Sorry," Cas said.
"Not your fault. We have to get out of here in case anybody else shows up," Dean said hanging up the phone. "Dad, help me carry him."
John went over and lifted up Sam's legs, while Dean lifted under his arms. A moan escaped from Sam, but he didn't wake up.
"What did she do to him?" Mary asked.
"Your basic three, burning, cutting, hitting," Dean growled. He wished he could bring her back to life, so he could make her die slow.
They slowly made their way out to the car. "Hospital?" Jodie asked.
Dean didn't see a way around it. Sam was bleeding, and he was burning up. He probably had an infection from all the cuts and burns. But how were they going to explain this?
"Do you think he can make it to Sioux Falls?" Jodie asked. "I can take him in. Say I found him on the side of the road and that it looked like he'd been dumped. With me handling the investigation, we just won't find anything."
Dean nodded. That would work. They were only six hours away. Sam could make it.
"Put him in my car. I'll call you later," Jodie said.
"Can we trust her?" John asked. Everything was starting to seem a bit convenient.
"Absolutely. She's come through for us on more than one occasion," Dean assured his father.
They loaded Sam into Jodie's truck and they headed off to South Dakota while the rest of the winchesters headed back to the bunker.
"we're not going with them?" Mark asked.
"Believe me, Mom, the last thing I want to do right now is leave Sammy, but if we show up before we can be notified, we'll be suspected. Even with Jodie as sherriff, she won't be able to protect us. And she has to pretend she doesn't know who Sam is so she can't contact us until he wakes up." If he wakes up, dean refused to say out loud.
"Dean's right" John said. "So, how did we end up alive, Dean?"
"God's sister brought you back."
"What?"
"It wont' sound any less weird with more explanation. Trust me."
"Who is this Cas that you keep talking about? Can he heal Sam?" John asked remembering the one-sided conversation he heard earlier.
"He could. But, he's in Russia. I'm not sure how he'll get back."
"How did he get to russia? You said he was the one that found Sam."
"Apparently that dead bitch blasted him away with an angel-repelling sigil."
"There's no such thing as angels."
Mary smiled remembering that was what he had said two days ago. She shuddered to realize that Sam had been tortured for more than two days while she sat around in a bunker getting used to being alive again.
"This must all seem so strange to you, Mary," John said, turning to look at Mary in the back seat.
"not as much as you might think," Dean answered for her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" John asked.
"I was a hunter before we got married," Mary said.
"We got married at 19," John countered.
"I was raised in the life. Much like I understand you raised Sam and Dean. You know that is the last thing I would have wanted," Mary accused.
"How could i have possibly known that when you never even told me about hunting. Where are we going?" John asked changing the subject.
"Home," Dean answered.
"You actually have a home?" John was happy about that, but surprised.
"Why wouldn't they have a home?" Mary asked. "You lived someplace while they were growing up, right?"
"Well, we just moved around from town to town," John admitted.
"Unbelievable," Mary said under her breath. At least she had had a stable home.
"We live in an old abandoned Men of Letters bunker," Dean said, wanting nothing more than to get there, so he could disappear while his parents hashed this out.
"Men of letters? What's that?"
"It's an old society of people that basically studied the supernatural. Your father was one."
"is that why he left me? To study the supernatural?" John supposed he shouldn't be so judgmental. It wasn't like he had ever won father-of-the-year.
"Not exactly. He time travelled to escape a demon and pass the key of the bunker on to you when the rest of the Men of Letters were killed. I guess his spell went a little wrong because he ended up in time after you were dead and the demon followed him. Long story short, the demon grabbed Sammy to make a trade and Henry died to protect him and the key."
"So, he didn't leave me? He died?" This was going to be a lot to take in.
"We're here," Dean said pulling into the bunker garage. "I'm going to go make us some dinner while you guys talk"