*HI! Ok so good news...I got a job! Its only part time 3 days a week, so I'm hoping it won't interfere with the writing.*
~*SPN*~
It's been 3 days. 3 days of Sam in pain from the bridge incident. The whole time was him tied to the bed while Rob tended to his wounds. He would bring him food, bring him to bathroom, and stay outside the bathroom door as Sam showered. The whole time he would make Sam look over old and new case files to try and figure them out. Sam usually liked doing research but this was getting crazy. He also liked actually going to school, playing soccer, and being around more than one person at time. So far it was just him, Rob, and the stupid bed he was confined to as he was properly healing. His biggest pet peeve was when he did have to go to the bathroom Rob would carry him so he didn't hurt his sprained ankle even more so than necessary. The first time he squirmed so much he fell right to the floor and it hurt like ribs like a bitch, so to avoid further damage he reluctantly let Rob carry him bridal style to and from the bathroom. Not ideal, but it didn't hurt as much as the alternative.
In between Sam's 'study sessions' Rob was patching him up, making sure everything was healing properly, and giving him pain killers to ease the pain associated with the injuries. On more than one occasion he even would give Sam foot massages while his ankles were cuffed to the bed…Sam protested, but Rob said it was good for the blood circulation to the ankle. Sam had to admit it wasn't half bad, but it still creeped him out to no end. Not even Dean would give him foot massages when he injured his foot or ankle. Ah Dean. Sam kept thinking back to his older brother. He was hoping he would rescue him sooner rather than later, or at least before the next hunt where he would be used as bait.
The worst damage was to Sam's ribs. It was still hard to breath but it wasn't anything to bad. The more he played up the pain the more time Dean would have to find him.
Finally the morning of the fourth day, Sam woke up groggy. Rob kept pumping him with pills and he was really hating it. At least now that everything was on the mend with his body he could tell him to stop with the drugs. Sam slowly sat up, it was getting easier and easier to maneuver himself into a comfortable position so that was a win. Now he had both ankles cuffed to the foot of the bed, and his hands were only tied In the front and not connected to the headboard. His head snapped up when he heard and saw the door to the bedroom come open, and a happy Rob entered with breakfast. He moved his way to Sam and sat down in the chair next to the bed. He put the tray on Sam's lap.
"Why are you so happy?" Sam asked with the normal sour look on his face.
"Well Sammy you are pretty much healed up. After breakfast I want you to look at the file again, then we can go on the second hunt shortly after."
Rob had given Sam a very particular file. It was a nasty monster that lived in the water, that could look like a crocodile, beaver, or dwarf like creature. People have seen all 3 creatures in the lake, and all three creatures have one thing in common. It has blood red eyes and speaks. As some would say it speaks welsh, even when it's in its grotesque state.
This took Sam a long while to figure it out. This wasn't a normal creature and it was certainly one he has never heard of, but after Rob had let Sam use his computer (under Rob's complete supervision of course,) It was determined the creature was something called a Afanc. It was part of the Welsh mythology, so what it was doing in the United Sates was a mystery. Sam figures a family must have smuggled it over hundreds of years ago, but once the family died the creature was on its own. It was known to attack people that were fishing or swimming too far out in the lake and making it into a meal. So far these hunts seem to be getting more and more dangerous, and Sam was hoping Rob was being more and more careful. This one was going to be difficult, and Sam knew he had to be on his guard at all time in order to survive.
Rob leaned forward and untied Sam's wrists. He discarded the rope and motioned for Sam to eat. He was hungry and he knew Rob wasn't poisoning the food, so he didn't mind the meals. Unfortunately Rob was sitting there just staring at him, which was making Sam uneasy.
"Why are you still here?" Sam asked as he stuffed some pancakes in his mouth. And he hated to admit it, but the food wasn't half bad.
"The second you're done we are going to go over the last details of the plan, get you dressed, then head out."
"it's daytime genius. Someone will see me tied up somewhere."
"The lake is deserted and you will be too far out for anyone to even notice so don't worry about that."
'Oh yeah no worries.' Sam thought. Then another thought came to his mind.
"Rob, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. What was that crystal orb you trapped the woman in white in? I mean it didn't seem like you killed her, but she's not in existence anymore, so what was that?"
Rob sighed and bowed his head down. He was more or less hoping Sam didn't notice that. But the kid was very observant so how could he not? He looked back up at Sam.
"It's a binding spell. Supernatural creatures produce energy just like humans, except its more powerful and otherworldly. I believe that these creatures weren't originally on this earth. I think they came from another dimension and ended up here. I believe there's a portal somewhere that they come through, and it's older than time itself. What the plan is, is to trap several creatures in these special crystal orbs, and once I get enough I can open up my own portal. It's extremely complicated spell work and very specific, but I think it can be done."
Sam stopped eating and was listening. This would have been horribly fastening if it wasn't bat shit crazy. This was some Steven Hawkins stuff he was talking about.
"Wait a minute, so you're trying to open a portal to the land of the monsters? Why the hell would you want to do that? Either they come here and kill every one, or you go there and they kill you on the spot. What's the point?"
"See Sam, whom ever opens the portal can control the beasts that dwell in it. They will see me as their master and I can control them to do my bidding. They come here, and I will have my own personal army of monsters, and I will be in complete control."
"Ok. Let's say that's even a sane thought, where does that leave us?"
"Don't worry Sam. I'll spare you. Hell I'll even spare your family. The only exception is they will be my personal slaves and you will be my right hand man."
"Where the hell would you find such a spell? The witch has to be on the same level of a god almost. Plus, you are no witch. The energy it will take for you to open the portal will kill you and your plans shot to hell. Unless you can trap a god and make him do you're bidding then this won't work, and before you ask me to research how to trap a god don't even bother because it's virtually impossible and way beyond my expertise. Even I have my limits."
Rob took in everything Sam said. He crossed his chest and leaned back in his chair seeming to process all the information. He looked back up and smiled.
"And THAT is why you will stay my right hand man. Always one step ahead of the game and keeping my ideas in check. Once we capture the right amount of creatures and get the energy needed, then we can plot out the rest of it. I think the two of us can get this done. "
"I think the idea's idiotic."
"You won't be saying that when the time is right."
Rob got up and left the room.
Sam was too deep in thought to even think about eating. The whole situation was becoming more and more Ludacris as time went on. He wants to use the energy of the creatures to open up a portal to another dimension, and in doing so have complete control of all the monsters that reside in it? It's impossible. Well impossible for a human anyway. No way a mere human could harness and control that kind of power, not to mention creatures did NOT like being controlled. They were feral creatures that lived in the shadows, not pets to be housetrained.
Sam was positive the plan wouldn't work. Not unless Rob had a god in his pocket. They would get as far as him saying the whole spell, and then nothing will happen. He's not some powerful magician. At least once the whole spell fizzed out Sam would be free. He wouldn't be needed anymore to fulfil Rob's delusional plan. Until then he would just have to wait, and stay alive.
The next hunt was in the middle of a lake. Maybe if Sam could somehow escape the bounds and swim to shore, he could then outrun Rob and find his family. It was worth a try.
Sam started eating his breakfast again. He needed all the strength he could get.
~*SPN*~
Rob loaded Sam in the passenger side of the truck again. He was handcuffed to the door and his ankles were tied. Once again he looked out the window not talking to Rob, mostly because he was thinking about this horrible creature he had to face. This was supposed to be a nasty creature and Sam would be vulnerable in every sense of the word.
Before he knew it Rob pulled up next to a secluded dock. The weather was still grim and foggy, but at least it was somewhat warm.
Rob got out of the truck and over to Sam's side. He opened the car door and produced a key. He undid one cuff then quickly cuffed Sam's hands back together.
"Ok ready?"
"Ready? How do you expect me to walk with my ankles tied?"
Rob leaned forward and grabbed Sam, easily tossing the kid over his shoulder. Sam let out a small pained moan at the action and started to squirm around as Rob turned and headed towards the lake.
"Quit it kid. If I drop you, you may hurt yourself again."
"Untie me and I'll show who can get hurt."
"Nice try."
Rob walked to the dock where a small two person wooden boat was waiting. He carefully placed Sam in the boat making sure not to tip it over. He then grabbed a small piece of rope and tied it around Sam's torso. He stepped back onto the dock and looked down at Sam.
"That should do." Rob said with a satisfied grin.
Sam started struggling with the rope. Maybe if he could get it lose there would be hope for him yet. Unfortunately as he struggled back and forth the boat was also starting to tip back and forth. The whole thing almost tipped over until Rob quickly bent over and grabbed the side of the boat. He intently leaned forward and looked in Sam's eyes.
"I wouldn't move around too much. This thing is old and it will tip over. I won't be close by to save you this time Sam."
Rob pushed off the boat, letting the small tide do its thing and take Sam further out.
Sam sat in the unsteady boat as it dared venture further and further out into the lake. The air was stagnant and the water was a bit rougher than he would like, but as long as he didn't make any sudden and stupid movements he should be just fine. He was just hoping the creature wouldn't feel the need to tip the boat, cause from what Sam could tell Rob was hiding behind a bush near the dock, so by the time he came to save him it would be too late.
Slowly Sam tried loosening the rope. If only he could get enough give the he could get his ankles free and from there he could manage. He just had to hope the creature was a patient thing and wanted to wait to attack its prey.
After 10 minutes Sam noticed movement not to far away from him. He stopped in his struggles and took a look. Nothing was moving at the moment so he tried again, until he once again saw something. He knew from experience that this was the creature and not some fish or turtle. Especially when a big pair of eyes peeked above the water line and looked right at Sam, almost knowing he was there just for him.
Sam froze. The ropes weren't giving any slack and if he tried harder he would tip the boat over. He hoped more than ever that Rob was a great shot.
Slowly he saw the creature approach the boat, until finally it seemed to disappear underneath it. He knew this wasn't the end, it was just playing with him. He tried to look over the side into the water to see any movement but couldn't. Suddenly a big slimy hand reached out of the water and grabbed tightly onto the side of the boat making Sam yelp and almost topple the boat the other way. His breathed hitched and his eyes became wide, no way would Rob be able to shoot the creatures hand and succeed in capturing it.
Slowly but surely the creature started pulling itself out of the water and onto the side on the boat. Sam tried the move to the other side so the weight distribution was even enough the boat wouldn't topple over.
The creature finally had its whole torso over the edge of the boat. It had taken the form of the dwarf like creature, except slimy and thin.
Finally it pulled its whole self into the boat. It was sitting right across from Sam and eyeing him up and down. Sam figured this was it, he was either going to get eaten or drown or both before Rob could get the shot off. He couldn't move to far without falling over so he just pulled his cuffed hands up in front of him as far as they would go because of the rope around his chest. Out of nowhere he knew he heard chanting and it sounded like Rob. He quickly looked over and saw Rob in a boat similar to his, with another crystal ball in his hand and reciting that strange spell. The creature howled and screamed before a brilliant white light came from the orb.
The light died down, and Sam looked to where the creature was and now it was gone. He took a glance over at Rob and once again saw him place the orb in a small hex box.
"Good job Sam."
"Could you cut that any closer? I thought I was fish food for a minute there."
Sam for once was glad to see Rob. Yet just for that moment. He also didn't want a repeat performance of the bridge incident, so he decided to sit still and wait for Rob to maneuver the boat closer to his.
Once the boats were side by side Rob got on Sam's boat and sat down opposite him, hex box in hand. He next grabbed a couple oars and put them through the slots. He started rowing towards the shore. This hunt was done and a complete success. Rob smiled and thought Sam was getting more and more useful.
~*SPN*~
Dean has been in Springfield Illinois for days. The moment he arrived in town he got a motel room, then went to the woman in white sighting at the bridge. Dean could sense his little brother was once here, and he could almost feel his pain and his fear. He closed his eyes and leaned over the side of the bridge to see if he could get more of a feeling. The bond he had with his brother has always been strong, and he was hoping it wouldn't fail him this time.
He knew they would have moved on by now, but he knew they were in the same town. He spent the remainder of the time in the cities and towns looking for any signs of Rob or his brother. It was a huge place, so he decided to narrow it down and ask about any kind of weird and unusual sightings that couldn't be explained. After a while he was drained and exhausted. Even when he tried to sleep at night all he could picture was a bruised and injured Sam and there was nothing he could do about it.
Dean meant what he said to his father, and he also meant to keep the promise he made to himself. Once he found Sam they were going to be finished with hunting for good. They were both going to live a normal life and if their father didn't like it than to bad. His main job was to protect his little brother, and that's exactly what he plans to do once he finds him.
*Hi! Ok so I officially got a job, plus my oldest is starting school, plus I have an arts and fair coming up, so I'm not positive when the next time I update is, but it won't be too long of a time. I know I did a weird creature, but your requests will be coming up! Thanks again!*