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Funkytown
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(1 day ago)
“Dean! Answer this Goddamn phone or at least call me back! Please. It’s been nearly six hours. How long does it take to get food?” Sam sighed, “Please just be safe Dean.”
He hung up for what felt like the hundredth time and set the phone on the table, taking to pacing the room back and forth, back and forth and back and forth some more. He walked over to the window and pulled the curtain aside; checking yet again for any sign of the familiar black car but there was nothing. There was an ugly little bug that reminded him far too much of his time as Meg’s host; it had pulled up near the motel owners cabin a few hours ago and there had been a pretty sleek sports car and after seeing who was in the passenger seat, Sam didn’t particularly want to think what the owner of that car was planning.
With a grunt, Sam spun on his heel and picked his phone up from the table and searched through his contacts, pausing at names like ‘Ellen’ and ‘Bobby’ before putting the phone back down and deciding that he was overreacting. After all, Dean had probably just seen a bar whilst driving and was having a few drinks; a few games of pool and flirting like normal. There was absolutely no reason to think Dean was in trouble, right?
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She had taken him outside and told him to get into the drivers side of an ugly yellow bug, making him to drive the hideous thing giving. He felt his stomach turn as he recognised the streets she was directing him through, guiding him straight back to the motel he and Sam were staying in.
“What the hell are you playing at?” He’d growled at her but she had just smiled and squeezed his leg.
That was several hours ago… once they’d arrived at the motel she’d forced him out the car and through the door that lead into the motel owner’s cabin. She closed the door behind her and pulled him close, leaning in and kissing him hard on the lips. He wanted to push her away but she wouldn’t let him, the most he managed to do was bite her bottom lip hard which earned him a clawed cheek and a knee to the guts, winding him.
She grabbed hold of his chin as he bent over, trying to catch his breath, nails digging deep but not deep enough to wound, “Bad dog… I only wanted to play with you a bit before he came.”
“You’re a sick bitch.” He spat out at her, pulling his face away from her grip.
“No… just horny.” She smirked as she moved her hand up to cradle his bleeding cheek, “And you are just so damn sexy. You play nicely and I might ask if I can keep you.”
“Keep me? What the hell do you think I am? Just some kind of pet?”
“Might as well be… at least then you’d be of some use. I always wanted a pet, my mom never let me get one. She always said I was too young, too irresponsible. My brother had a hamster once… but I ‘corrected’ that. He was always Mom’s favourite… I ‘corrected’ that too. You should have seen her face… priceless.”
“For everything else there’s MasterCard.” Dean snarked, grimacing at her little tale.
She pulled her hand away and licked the blood from her fingers before leaning in and kissing him once more with still bloody lips, “You know all the right things to say.”
“Believe me… I’m not trying. I don’t want your filthy tongue in my mouth.”
“That’s not what you were thinking when you were checking me out.”
“Yeah well, didn’t know you were some demonic bitch.”
She slapped him hard across the face, the cuts stung and so did the skin around them.
“I see you’re having fun.” A voice echoed behind her and she span to face in, allowing Dean to stretch and roll his stiffened shoulders, “You can go.”
“But…” She protested, not wanting to leave her new toy.
“Go.” The voice demanded and she huffed, moving past Dean and sliding out the door.
As Dean took a step towards the door, towards escape, he knew he wouldn’t get far, especially when an invisible force grabbed hold of him and threw him hard into the wall at the other side of the room. His head slammed into the wooden floor as the force just let him fall and then the darkness came to claim him as he sunk into unconsciousness for God only knew how long. The ringing cell phone in his pocket went unanswered.
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“Thanks Bobby.” Sam sighed and hung up on his old friend. It was three in the morning and Sam was officially panicking.
He’d called Bobby, Ellen, the hospital and even the police but no one knew anything. Dean still refused to answer his cell and Sam was getting really tired of leaving messages that he knew would never be answered. He really wished Dean hadn’t taken the Impala ‘cause it was going to be a pain in the ass walking around town looking for his big brother but he’d do it none the less.
He argued with himself over whether or not he should get a few hours sleep before searching for Dean but when the really worried part of him started picturing Dean lying in a ditch, he instantly grabbed his coat and ran out of the motel room and with a quick pace, set off towards town. His first stops would be the food places and sure, pretty much all of them were closed but it was some place to start.
After a couple of hours of walking, Sam came across a sight that caused his heart to beat erratically and made him break out into a run. The wonderful, beautiful, glorious Impala sat just outside the burger place Sam had visited before… so good news – Dean must have been here and bad news – he wasn’t here anymore and the place was closed so he couldn’t ask any questions.
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Everything hurt but especially his head. He groaned as consciousness snuck back upon him, taking him by surprise and reminding him of every painful sore on his body. He became aware that he was lying down on a hard surface, probably just been left on the floor where he’d fallen. He was also aware of the presence nearby, like a shadow watching him. His eyelids fluttered open and he took a lung full of air which made him roll onto his side to cough up blood.
“Ahh, glad to see you finally joining the party Deano.” The shadow spoke to him and he managed to look over at the source – a man sat in a simple wooden chair, his feet raised and placed on the simple wooden table in front of him, “Got me thinking you’d never wake up.”
Dean rolled further onto his front of pushed himself up so he was kneeling, his eyes glanced around the room and he noticed how dark it was. Thick curtains were drawn over the only small window that existed in the room and it was only by the small amount of natural light that flickered in through the bottom of the door that he guessed it was daytime. Other than that, there was a small lamp on the simple wooden table.
“Not like I had a choice.” He spat at the man, hazel green eyes staring into a cold hard yellow pair.
“Amii has that effect on people. Irresistible, isn’t she? Bet you’d just love a piece of that.”
“I can think of a lot of other things I’d rather do to her.”
The demon in front of him made a clicking noise and threw his feet off the table, moving into a standing position and walking towards Dean, “’Fraid you won’t get the chance. Not after what I’ve got planned for you.”
With a flick of yellow eyes, Dean was up and forced against the wall and no matter how much he tried to fight it, there was no getting down, “I’m going to kill you.”
“That’s where you wrong. I am going to kill you. Not yet though – wouldn’t want that little brother of yours to miss the show.” The demon looked Dean up and down with a wicked smile on his face, “So until then, I guess we just have to try and pass the time.”
And with that, the pain started. It wasn’t like the last time – the demon wasn’t trying to kill him like then, just putting him through so much pain that Dean would wish to die. Like venom and lava flowing through his veins, burning him up from the inside, sending sharp piercing electric pulses through every fibre in his body and soul. He bit down hard trying not to scream, making his bottom lip bleed but it became too much, every memory of each laceration and bruise and broken or sprained bone he’d ever received was felt again in full force and there was no stopping it.
He cried out and part of him prayed for Sam to hear, for him to come save the day. But no one came so instead he prayed for the pain to stop… and eventually when the darkness came to retake him – the pain was gone.
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Sam had managed to get into the Impala and had been driving around town for several hours before returning to the burger joint to ask a few questions. He’d introduced himself and asked if anyone matching his brother’s description had come in last night. All hope left him as he was told that no one knew anything but that was before he was told that Janine from the night shift was due in around eight o’clock. It was one of the best leads he’d had all day.
So he checked the time and ordered a coffee, it wasn’t long before fatigue caught up with him and as he rested he head against the table, he was asleep in minutes. An hour or so later a waitress came up to him and gently shook him, he woke slowly and turned a bleary eye on her.
“Excuse me sir, but are you okay?” She asked.
“Yeah… sorry. Just really tired I guess.” He yawned.
“You’re the one waiting for Janine aren’t you?”
He merely nodded in reply.
“Well, why don’t you give me your number or the number of the place you’re staying and I’ll give you a call when she comes in. You obviously need some sleep.” She pulled out a pad and a pen, readying herself to write down the number.
He couldn’t hold back that second yawn and covered his mouth with his hands, “I guess I’ll be no use to my brother if I’d dead on my feet, will I?”
“No sir.” She smiled sympathetically and wrote down the number he gave her.
Eight o’clock came and the sleeping form of Sam was woken by his phone and when he answered, the voice of the kind waitress came over the line, telling him that Janine was in. She offered to pass the phone over but Sam declined, saying how he might somehow remind her of his brother. The drive didn’t take long and when he arrived at the place, a middle-aged redhead was expecting him. He ordered another coffee and she took her break as soon as she could so she could talk to the young sweetheart with a missing brother.
She nodded immediately when she walked over to him and indicated the Impala sitting outside, “If you’re on about the guy I think you are, you look very much alike… and yet so different. Good looking pair of brothers if you don’t mind me saying.”
“So you saw him?” Sam enquired.
“Yeah, cruised up in that sleek black car same as you and followed a young lady inside. He’s quite a player that brother of yours.” She smiled and took a seat in front of Sam.
“Why’d you say that?”
“Well, they weren’t even in here five minutes before they left together - didn’t even make it to the counter. They took her car, not much to look at – really ugly little thing. Shouldn’t have left his car… anything could have happened to it. I take it you got a spare set of keys though?”
Sam smiled to himself and nodded, “Yeah, spare set. So err, besides from being ugly, you know anything else about her car?”
“I guess it was a kind of yellow colour. Definitely a bug, I can tell you that much.”
“A yellow bug?” Sam’s throat tightened – it had to be a coincidence.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was.”
Sam stood up and pulled a few notes from his pocket, placing them on the table in front of him, “Thank you so much. I have an idea of where to look next so thank you.”
He practically ran to the car and drove like a mad man back towards the motel, having to slow down only once when he passed a cop car. Once back at the motel, his eyes immediately fell on the yellow bug by the manager’s cabin and he cursed the nerve of whoever had taken his brother. He was still slightly praying that he would burst through the door to find his brother quite happy in the company of a nice young lady – but he knew that wasn’t going to happen.
He didn’t even have a plan. He just armed himself and stalked over to cabin, growling under his breath. He thought about knocking but he didn’t want to be so obvious, so he tried the handle and to his surprise the door opened. Warily he stepped over the threshold and glanced around the small room.
“Dean!” He cried out, rushing towards his unconscious brother lying on the floor, “Come on bro, wake up.”
He checked his vitals quickly and was so wrapped up in concern that he didn’t noticed the man step out from the shadows, “Hello Sammy.”
Sam turned his head so fast to face the voice that he was sure he’d end up with whiplash, “You!”
“Me.” The man snarled and then Sam was thrown against the wall by that familiar invisible force. His eyes stared hard and deep into Sam’s and when he spoke, Sam had to turn away, “You’ve only got yourself to blame. Only got him to blame. He didn’t have to get hurt, if he just left, if you just left, he would be fine but now… I’m gonna make you watch him burn. Just like your mommy did, just like pretty little Jess.”
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