Chapter 10

John didn't know how long he had slept, but nothing had changed since he was put in the cell. Once he got fully awake, he examined the cell once again for anything to use as a weapon or some way that he could get out of there. He cussed under his breath as he paced the cell for a few minutes to stretch his joints and muscles. He turned toward the door when noises caught his attention, and more food was shoved into the room.

After picking up the wrapped sandwich, he slid down the wall onto the mattress and settled. The sandwich was smashed, and looked stale but he took a bite anyway and ignored the taste of it. He downed half a refilled sixteen-ounce bottle of water and coughed softly as he fought the urge to throw up. He knew he had to keep the food down for the energy.

Time passed slowly as minutes turned into hours and still no one came for him. There was no more food brought but he at least had water, even if it did have a mineral taste and looked dirty. John napped on and off as he waited trying not to go stir crazy trapped in this small space.

When John's stomach started growling and hunger pains hit, he knew it had been a while since any food was brought to him. He wondered if they had decided to stop feeding him now. He drank water to try and curb the gnawing in his stomach. It was hard for him to sleep as he tried to ignore his pain.

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The door to the cell was opened and before John could react more than get up off the mattress, he was tasered falling to the floor. The bag was put back over his head and his hands were bound behind his back so two large goons could get him up and hustle him from his cell through the building and to the van.

John grunted in pain as he was shoved into the van, hitting his legs and falling on his shoulder, bruising it and his arm. He tried to brace himself as best he could as the van started moving. Thoughts raced through his mind as he wondered what was going to happen now. His body finally stopped shaking from the zap, but it still tingled.

This time the drive wasn't as long as before as the van stopped and started several times and the sounds of other traffic seemed to be fading away. The road became rough, and the van bounced over the surface until it came to a stop and doors were slammed. The back doors opened, and strong hands jerked him out of the back of the van and got him on his feet. He was led up steps and could hear the echo of their footsteps after they entered some type of building.

When they stopped, the cuffs were removed and fastened in front of him and suddenly his arms were pulled toward the ceiling, and he was standing on the balls of his feet. The bag was left over his head, and he could already feel the pulling of the muscles in his arms and the twinge of cramps in his calves and feet. He tried to lower his heels to relieve some of the pressure but couldn't. The ache and pain slowly got worse the longer he hung there so John shut his mind down and went away to another place in his mind.

John was tossed back into reality when suddenly he was punched in the stomach knocking all the air from his lungs. He tried to suck in a breath when he was hit again making him swing on the chain holding him, pulling painfully on his shoulders and rubbing his wrists raw.

"Better hold off. You know the boss will want to be here," a deep male voice spoke.

"Damn! Can't we have a little fun?" another whiney voice replied. "We could soften him up some." He struck out again punching John in the face and rocking his head back.

"I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when he gets here. You know how he gets," the other cautioned.

"Fine!"

John sucked in a short breath as he tried to stop his swaying and get his feet back under him. He could feel blood drip from his nose and run down his face and tried to wipe his bag covered head on his arm. He used his hands to feel for the chain and tried to pull his body up a little and ease a little of the pressure on his shoulders. John couldn't hold that position for long and put his weight on the balls of his feet again grunting in agony.

He could hear no noises from any sources and figured he was somewhere isolated. All he could do was wait and try not to break. He tried not to dwell on his suffering as he let his senses reach out around him. He tried to tell if anyone was in the room with him but couldn't get the indication of another presence. He tried to listen for breathing, creaking, shifting, or coughing but heard nothing.

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Footsteps echoed down the hallway as they made their way toward the captive. They walked into the room and John stiffened when he heard the sounds. He didn't know how long he had waited but his arms were numb, and his feet were aching so badly if he could have gotten away he couldn't do it.

"What's this?" an older voice demanded. "Did I tell you that you could beat on him?"

John heard some whining and what sounded like someone punching another person. He guessed the kidnapper who struck him was getting a beating now.

"Strip him," the boss ordered.

"Okay Boss," another male replied.

John's limp body fell to the floor as the chain was released and he gritted his teeth not to cry out in pain. He suddenly felt rough hands on him, jerking his clothes and boots off. He lay shivering on the cold cement floor only in his briefs. Bursts of tingling pain ran up and down his body as he was cuffed again and pulled back into the air. The bag over his head was jerked off and he blinked rapidly to try and clear his vision.

"Winchester," the older man sneered at him before slapping his face hard.

John hissed in pain and spit blood to the side as he glared into the face of another hunter and things started to fall into place.

A/N: Who is this other hunter? Thank you for coming along for the ride. Reviews/Comments would be great. NC