Chapter 8
Sam started waking and tried to move only to find that his hands were zip tied behind his back and there was something over his face so he couldn't see. He started moving around and felt someone beside him.
"Dean," Sam whispered thinking that was the only person it could be. "Dean, wake up," he urged pushing against him. "Can you hear me?"
"Sonof…" a familiar voice mumbled as he tried to sit up only to find he was zip tied and he couldn't see. "Sammy? Are you okay?"
"I think so. What happened?" Sam asked.
"We were roofied," Dean growled since his mouth felt like it was full of cotton and his head was pounding.
"How do you know?"
"How do you not know?"
"Bite me," Sam snarked. "What happened?"
"Someone took us for some reason," Dean replied. "It had to have been those beers that guy gave us in the bar. I should have known better," he snipped, mad at himself for letting this happen. He forgot what their dad taught them, never take an open drink from anyone, even if you know them.
"Hush, we're stopping," Sam whispered feeling the motion of whatever they were in change. He could feel Dean go silent beside him and relaxed waiting to see what was going to happen next.
The van slowed as it turned into a private airfield and the driver made his way to the back of the field and to a hanger. He stopped inside and got out as several brutish looking men approached him. After a brief conversation, the van was opened, and the two bodies were pulled out and put into a twin-engine plane.
When the pilot started the plane, Dean began to fight his restraints and protest loudly because the one thing he hated more than anything was flying. One of the kidnappers knocked him out to keep him quiet and threatened Sam if he didn't stay quiet. Sam tried to access his brother's condition but was hampered in doing it. He knew they had taken off but had no idea where they were being taken to or why.
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It wasn't a long flight to another small airstrip in Colorado and the plane landed. Dean was coming around and began to struggle again until he heard his brother's voice whispering to him to calm down, they were landing. Sam kept up the one-sided conversation until the plane bumped onto a landing strip and taxied to a hanger.
"Alright get them out of there," a deep male voice ordered.
Dean and Sam were manhandled from the plane and led to a room. Their ties were cut off and they were locked inside.
"Sammy," Dean asked as he jerked the bag from his head. He shielded his eyes to let them adjust to the light in the room as he searched for his brother.
"I'm here," Sam answered taking his own bag off his head and rubbing his eyes as he tried to see. After his vision cleared, he looked around the room and saw two cots, a sink, commode and nothing else. "Oh, thank goodness," he mumbled stepping to the commode to use it. He sighed with relief and washed his hands afterwards.
"Man, I've been holding it since getting knocked out," Dean said. He relieved himself too and washed his hands. He cupped one hand to catch the water to drink, quenching his thirst. Once he was done, he walked around the room and tested the door before going to one of the beds and sitting down seeing there wasn't anything in the room that they could use to get out or defend themselves.
"I wonder where we are?" Sam asked walking the length of the room checking it out. He looked for hidden cameras or microphones to see if they were being spied on. There were no windows so they couldn't see out. He stopped at the door and listened for any noises from the outside but didn't hear anything.
"And why were we kidnapped?" Dean grunted throwing his arms in the air. "There's way too many questions and no answers."
"I bet Mom and Dad are frantic."
"I know. They took everything out of my pockets; how about you?"
"Yeah, me too."
"Well, there's nothing we can do; might as well try and get some rest," Dean sighed as he stretched out on the cot.
"I guess you're right," Sam agreed doing the same. He lay there and tried to relax until his stomach growled loudly and he realized how hungry he was. He hoped someone would bring them something to eat soon.
"Sounds like you're as hungry as I am," Dean chuckled at his brother trying to find some humor in their situation and help keep Sam calm.
"Yeah, a little. I wonder what time it is?"
"Beats me, but I don't think they'll starve us to death since they went too all the trouble of taking us."
"I hope not." Sam rolled to his side and tried not to think about his hunger as he closed his eyes. He didn't know how long they quietly laid there until noises at the door had them looking that way.
The door was opened, and a masked guy sat two bags and several bottles of water on the floor before closing and locking it. Dean got up first and caught a whiff of food coming from the bags. He grabbed them and went back to the bed to sit down.
"C'mon Sammy, they finally brought us some food," Dean told him pulling wrapped sandwiches from one bag and fries from another.
"I don't care what it is, I'll eat anything right now," Sam replied. He picked up the drinks and gave one to Dean before accepting a sandwich and fries.
They unwrapped their food and began to wolf it down, only slowing down after a couple of bites so they wouldn't make themselves sick. They hummed and sighed contently between bites and started on their second sandwich.
"Okay," Dean surmised. "I think I can get some sleep now," he decided as he finished his water.
"Yeah, that did hit the spot," Sam nodded as he wiped his mouth. "I'm ready to get some sleep too."
The brothers threw the trash in a bag and laid back down letting the stress and worry fade away for now. They needed rest if they were going to function and get out of this predicament. It wasn't long before they were asleep and snoring softly.
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John watched the vans pull from the parking lot to head home. His heart was heavy, and he was trying to determine his next move. He wasn't waiting until the following day to report his sons missing. He went to the office and turned in the rooms not needed and asked where the police department was located and got the number for a taxi service.
"I'm going with you John," Charlie told him when he came back to the room. "We can say that we got the video from the store owner and leave out the part about me hacking it."
"I can…"
"Two voices are louder than one," she told him. "We're family and we need to look out for each other. No use arguing, the taxi is here." She grabbed her laptop and headed out of the room before John could argue further.
John looked at Charlie's back as she strolled from the room and knew she was a strong-willed, spit fire, but it still surprised him how adamant she could be about things. When he had hired her, he didn't know just how talented she was. He shook his head and let out a long breath before following her outside to the taxi.
"Police department," John told the driver once he settled in the back seat beside Charlie. He looked at her and saw the smirk on her face but didn't say anything.
The ride wasn't that long, and John paid the fare before turning to the brick building to look at it. He started for the front door and Charlie fell in beside him. They walked into a large room that had a long counter, cheap plastic chairs, benches, and a stand with brochures. He stepped to the counter and waited for the officer to look up from his paperwork.
"May I help you?" the officer asked.
"Yes officer. My name is John Winchester, and my sons were kidnapped last night, and I want to report them missing and get an investigation started," John told him. "We have video of it happening." He nodded to Charlie who held up her laptop and smiled sweetly at the officer.
"Have a seat and I'll get a detective to take your statement," the officer informed them picking up the phone to call to the back.
John and Charlie moved to the wooden bench and sat down to wait. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees as he thought about his sons and tried to figure out why they were taken.
"Mr. Winchester?" a man dressed in street clothes asked once he stepped from the doorway behind the counter.
"Yes," John replied standing up and walking toward him.
"My name is Detective York. You say your sons were kidnapped?" he asked shaking his hand.
"That's right. I reported it earlier this morning but was told I would need to wait twenty-four hours to report them missing. I have video proof now and want to get an investigation started immediately."
"Come with me and let's talk about this." Detective York opened a swinging door and let them through before leading them into the back and to a desk in the corner of the squad room. "Have a seat and tell me what happened?"
"I'm the owner of a search and rescue team out of Kansas, and we responded to the tornado destruction in Missouri. After doing what we could to help, we headed back home, and I decided we should stop at a motel for the night to get some rest. My boys, Dean and Sam, walked down to a bar a block from the motel. They were going to have a couple of beers to unwind and relax." John paused for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. "We were getting ready to leave the next morning and when I knocked on their doors, there was no answer. I had Charlie here go get a room key and let myself into their room. Their bags were still there, but their beds had not been slept in. There were no signs they ever came back to their room. Our rescue dogs took off and followed their scents to the bar and were agitated just outside it. I called to report them missing and spoke with some officers, but they told me I had to wait twenty-four hours since they were adults. We obtained footage from a security camera across the street, and it shows my boys being taken by unknown assailants driving a van."
Charlie opened her laptop and pulled up the video to show the detective.
"Can you email this to me?" York asked Charlie after viewing the video.
"Of course, your email address?" she asked.
He told her and pulled up his email, waiting for it to land. He double clicked on the file and opened the video to watch again. He slowed it down when the two figures walked from the bar and watched as they both collapsed on the sidewalk and then a van drove up, stopped, and drove away. The two figures were gone from the sidewalk.
"I'll get this to our tech people to see if they can clean it up some and get any id on the van," he told John.
"I thought you could check the traffic cameras or other security cameras and see if you can track the van," John offered.
"I'll see what I can do."
"If your techs need help, I'm pretty good on a computer," Charlie volunteered looking at him with anxious eyes.
"I'm sure you are, but we can handle this," he replied giving her a sour and condensing look. "I'm sure my people are more than capable of doing this. I'm going to have you fill out some forms and do you have photos of your sons we can use?"
"I do," Charlie piped up. She let her fingers fly across the keyboard and send the detective photos of Dean and Sam.
"Mr. Winchester, do you have any idea why someone would target your sons?"
"None. My boys are hardworking, respectable men and we don't even know anyone in this town."
"Could they have gotten into it with some local guys in the bar?"
"No, they wouldn't pick a fight but I'm not saying they wouldn't defend themselves if provoked."
"We'll interview the bartender and owner of the bar and see if they know anything."
"What can I do?"
"Are you staying in town?"
"Yes, at the Willow Brook Motel. I'm not leaving until I find out about my boys."
"Then go back there and I'll be in touch if we learn anything."
"I can't sit around doing nothing detective. Those are my boys that are missing," John insisted standing to loom over the detective as his voice got deeper and stronger.
"I understand your frustration John, but let us do our job," York told him as he stood too showing he wasn't intimidated by him. "Now, if you'll fill these forms out and be sure we have contact information for you." York handed John a clipboard and pen trying to keep him calm.
John jerked the clipboard out of his hand and began to scribble on the forms. He was angry but knew there wasn't much he could do now. He never noticed that Charlie had slipped a flash drive into his computer and hacked into it. She removed the drive and sat there looking innocent while John finished the forms and handed them back to York.
"You call me if you find out anything or if you don't. I want to know," John stated. "Let's go Charlie."
"Nice to meet you," Charlie told York before following John from the squad room. She could feel the anger coming off him and hoped he could control it and not do something that would get them in trouble. She knew he wasn't going to just sit on the sidelines and was going to be involved as much as he could. It would still be a while before Asa got back and hoped John would listen to him.
John called a taxi and had it drive them back to the motel. He was going back to the bar to see if it was open yet and talk to the employees and owner. He didn't care what the detective said, he was not sitting back doing nothing.
Charlie was anxious to get back too, so she could work her magic and set up a back door into the police database. She had loaded a worm onto the detective's computer that would let her follow the case. She was going to set up an alarm to alert her when new information was entered because she didn't trust the cops to be that forthcoming with them. Charlie was covering all their bases, so no clue got by them.
A/N: Thank you for coming on this journey with me. I do like reviews/comments. NC