Chapter Twelve
"You can't honestly think you're going to get away with this." John growled, testing the give in the ropes that had him tied down to the chair. There wasn't any, not that John was really expecting there to be. Tom was once a marine after all but John had hoped that maybe he'd gotten sloppy. He hadn't. The ropes were solid. There was no way John could wriggle his way out of them.
"Oh, I don't think I'm going to get away with it." Tom said smugly. "I know I am."
"People are going to realise I'm missing." John replied. "Social services are going to realise the boys are missing. There's gonna be a hell of a lot of people looking for us."
"You'll be dead before they find you." Tom smirked. "And the boys will be back where they belong. As for your wife, I haven't decided what I'm gonna do with her yet. Might keep her around for a while, have some fun."
"You keep your filthy hands off her." John warned through clenched teeth.
Tom chuckled. "You're really not in position to be giving orders anymore, Corporal."
John's eyes flashed furiously. "I swear Tom; if you lay a hand on any of them, I will kill you."
"Look Johnny, you brought this all on yourself." Tom replied, taking a seat on top of a desk. "You deserve to pay for what you did to me."
"I didn't do anything to you." John snapped.
Tom lunged at John, hitting him on the side of his head with the butt of his gun. "You ruined my life." He spat. "You got me dishonourably discharged."
John ignored the blood trickling down his head and stared up at Tom. "You got three men killed."
"That was an accident."
John scoffed. "Accident? You disobeyed a direct order. Twice."
"And you just couldn't to wait to report me." Tom sneered. "It was just a stupid mistake and if you had just kept your mouth shut then no one would have ever known."
"Your mistake ended three lives." John shouted. "Their families deserved to know the truth."
"You ended my fuckin career."
"No. I just told truth." John stated. "The general court marshall ended your career."
"Which would never have happened if you hadn't opened your big mouth." Tom hissed. "And since you ruined my life it's only fair that I get ruin yours."
John rolled his eyes. "Jesus, are you really that immature? What are you twelve?"
Tom was about to bring the gun down on John again when the sound of car pulling up diverted his attention. "Perfect." he grinned. "That'll be the rest of our guests."
"Don't go anywhere, Johnny." Tom chuckled. "I'll be right back."
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"What do you mean you couldn't find them?" Tom snapped.
"Exactly what I just said." Mick replied, dropping Mary's unconscious form down onto the couch. "I looked but they weren't anywhere close by."
"God, you're useless."
"Hey!" Mick protested.
"I'll find 'em myself." Tom huffed. "Get her secured before she wakes up."
Mick poured himself a glass of whiskey. "You know I really don't like this whole ordering me around thing you've got going on."
"Just do it." Tom barked and grabbing the car keys, he stormed out. There was no way he was going to let Dean and Sam just disappear.
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"Mary!" John struggled against the ropes when he saw Mick walk through the door with Mary slumped in his arms. "If you've hurt her I'll..."
"Take it easy, Winchester." Mick snorted. "She's fine. Just taking a nap."
Mick placed her on the floor behind John and taking her hands, he handcuffed her to the radiator pipe. "Hey sweetheart," he tapped the side of her face. "Wakey, wakey."
John stretched his neck to try and see behind him as much as he could. "Hey! Get your fucking hands off her."
"Relax." Mick laughed, coming to stand in front of John. "She really isn't my type. I'll have my fun once my nephew gets here."
"You're a sick son of you bitch, you know that?" John snarled.
"As matter of fact I do." Mick chuckled. "Catch ya later, Johnny."
John felt anger and revulsion coarse through as he watched Mick leave, whistling happily as he locked the door behind him.
"Mary?" John called. "Mary? Mary, wake up baby."
Mary groaned as consciousness slowly crept back in. "Ugh." She felt like she'd been asleep for a week. She blinked trying to clear the fog from her mind. Her eyes felt gritty and she went to lift her hands to rub them, which is when she realised she was handcuffed. What the... She pulled against them causing the metal to clang on the radiator pipe.
"Hey, hey, Mare. You back with me, baby? Mare?"
John's voice finally made it's way through Mary's cloudy mind and when she looked around, she found him tied to a chair. "John?"
"Yeah, it's me." John replied, relieved to hear her voice. "You okay? You hurt?"
"I don't think so." Mary answered still disorientated. "What's going on?"
"Just stay calm, okay." John said, trying to keep his tone steady and strong, "I'm going to get us out of this."
"What...what happened?"
"We've been kidnapped." John explained, gently. "By Dean and Sam's dad and uncle."
Mary eyes went wide, her heat starting pound in her chest. "Oh god. The boys? Where are they? Are they okay?"
"From what I've overheard, I don't think there here." John replied. "I think they ran off before Mick could get them."
"We need to get out of here John. We need to help them."
"I swear I'll find way get us out of here." John promised. "And we'll find the boys."
"Where are we?"
"Some old house in the middle of freakin nowhere."
Mary glanced around the room. They seemed to be in some sort office. "What do they want?"
"The boys back." John was silent for a few moments before adding, "And revenge?"
Mary raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Revenge."
John nodded. "I know Dean and Sam's dad. I was in the marines with him."
"What?" Mary exclaimed. "Why the hell didn't you say something before?"
"I didn't know it was him. His name used to be Thomas Miller. He apparently changed it to Harrison when he got kicked out the marines." John explained. "He blames me for him having to leave the marines and when he found out we had the boys, he decided it would good chance for him to get his own back."
Mary couldn't see much of John's face from where she was, but she did catch a glimpse of something red on the side of his head. "John, what happened? You're bleeding."
"I'm fine." He assured, quickly. "It's nothing serious."
Mary shook her head. "I can't believe this is happening."
"It's gonna be okay, Mary. I promise." John really hoped he wasn't lying.
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"This should do for now." Dean said and he dropped the duffel bag down on the floor of the abandoned house they had broken into.
Sam sighed deeply as he slid down on to the cold ground. He sniffled, using the back of his sleeve to wipe at his teary eyes.
"It's only for tonight, kiddo" Dean sat down next to him, throwing a comforting arm over his brother's shoulders. "I promise I'll find us somewhere better tomorrow."
"I just don't understand." Sam said, sadly. "I was honestly starting to think that John and Mary might be good people."
Dean sighed. He remembered all too clearly the devastated look on Sam's face when he had told his brother that John knew their dad. "I know but don't worry, okay? Because I'm gonna take care of you. I'm not going to let any thing bad happen to you."
Sam rested his head against Dean's shoulder. "What we gonna do about money? And food?"
"I'll figure something out."
"But..." Sam voice trailed off and Dean felt his body tense.
"Sam?"
"I..." Sam tried to get the words out, but the all too familiar feeling of electricity shooting through his brain wouldn't let him, and before he knew it he slumped forwards, his body convulsing.
"Sammy!" Dean lowered him carefully to the floor, wincing when his brother cried out in pain at the touch, the windows rattling slightly. As soon as Sam was safely on the floor, Dean removed his hands and shrugged out of his jacket, shoving it under his brother's head to prevent it from slamming against the hard ground.
"It's okay, Sammy," he whispered, hating how useless he felt when Sam was caught in one of his visions. "It's gonna be alright. It'll be over soon, Sammy. Just hang on. It's okay."
Dean bit down hard on his lip, counting the seconds until finally his brother's body stilled. "Sammy?" he quickly gathered him up into his arms, smoothing back his bangs. "Sammy, you with me?"
"D'n?" Sam slurred, his eyes blinking open.
"I'm here, kiddo. I'm here." Dean whispered. "You're alright."
Sam stared up at Dean in confusion for a few moments before he suddenly gasped and began struggling to get up.
Dean immediately grabbed a hold of his brother's shoulders. "Whoa, Whoa. Hey, take it easy, Sammy."
Sam fought against Dean's hold in what looked like blind panic. "No...I...no...saw...I..."
Dean frowned in concern. "Sam, stop it. Just calm down. It's okay..."
"I...Ma..." Sam began gasping, drawing in air much too fast.
"Shhh." Dean soothed, cupping Sam's face in his hand. "Look at me, Sammy. It's alright. Just breathe, okay? Just breathe."
Dean breathed in and out with Sam, coaching his breathing until finally it evened back out. "That's it, Sammy. Just take it nice and slow. I'm here. It's alright."
"Dean," Sam breathed. "I saw...I saw Mary and John."
"What?"
"In my vision." Sam said, his voice shaky. "I saw them...I saw them die, Dean. Dad's going to kill them."
Dean furrowed his brow." But they're working with dad."
Sam shook his head. "They were tied up. I could feel their anger and fear towards dad. They're not working with him."
"I saw the picture of them. John knew him and he didn't say anything."
"All I know is what I felt and I felt how scared and confused they were." Sam looked pleadingly up at Dean. "Dean, we gotta help them."
"Sam..."
"No, Dean." Sam said, his tone urgent and panicked, and his breathing beginning to pick up again. "We have to help them or dad's gonna kill them."
Dean ran his hands soothingly up and down Sam's arms. "Alright, alright, just calm down, okay? Tell me what you saw."
"They were tied up in a room. John and dad were arguing and then dad raised his gun to John's head and pulled the trigger." Sam shivered, his eyes taking on a glassy, frightened look as he recalled the vision. "Mary was next...he...he...slit her throat with a knife..."
"Shhh, you're doing good, Sam." Dean whispered. "Can you remember anything else about the room? Where it was?"
"It was in a house, looked like it was some kind of office." Sam answered. "But I'm not sure where the house was."
Dean nodded, not liking how pale and clammy his little brother looked. "Come on, Sammy. You need to lie down and rest now."
"No." Sam protested, firmly. "We gotta help 'em, Dean."
"I know but an office in a house is not a lot to go on, Sam." Dean said. "So, I want you to get some rest and I promise I'll look into, okay? See if I can find out where the house might be?"
"I think I can help with that."
Both Dean and Sam froze. An icy fear filling every inch of them as they turn towards the owner the voice and came face to face with their father and a gun.
"Hello boys." Tom grinned. "Miss me?"
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"Look what I found." Tom announced gleefully as he dragged Sam by the arm into the room where John and Mary were being held. Mick was right behind him with Dean in his grasp.
"Let them go." John demanded. He could see the terror in the boys eyes and Sam was visibly shaking.
"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen." Tom snorted, squeezing Sam's arm tighter and making him whimper in pain.
"Hey!" John snapped at the same time Dean yelled, "Leave him alone."
"He's my son." Tom sneered, increasing his grip once more. "I can do whatever the hell I want to him."
"How can you do this to them?" John snarled. "I mean it's one thing to want revenge on me, but Christ, Tom these are your kids. Your flesh and blood. How can you hurt them like this?"
"Because I'm their father. I get to decide what's best for them."
"No, you're not." Dean mumbled.
Tom glared over at Dean. "You say something, Dean?"
"I said you're not our father." Dean's voice trembled as he spoke but he held his dad's gaze. "You stopped being our father the day mom died."
Tom smiled. "Is that so?"
"John's been more of a father to us in one month than you have in our entire lives."
Tom raised his hand and slapped Sam hard across his face, splitting his lip.
"Stop it!" Mary cried. "He's just a child."
Dean's lips curled up into a snarl and he tried to move to his brother but Mick held him back.
"Anything else to say, Dean?" Tom asked with a smirk.
"I kinda hope he does keep talking." Mick slid his hand down the side of Dean's face and his arm, caressing his skin. "It will just add to his punishment later."
John felt sick as he watched Mick touch Dean and saw the poor boy cringe away from him in disgust and fear. "Dean it's okay, buddy. I'm gonna find a way to get us out of here."
Tom laughed. "Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that, Johnny."
"Well as much and Dean and I would love to stay chatting, we've got a lot of catching up to do." Mick said, his tone cold and cruel.
Tom nodded. "Do whatever you need to do. I'll take care of the little brat."
"No!" Dean screamed as Mick began dragging him out the room. "Leave him alone. Sammy!"
"Dean!" Sam sobbed after him but it was no use. "Please dad, I'm sorry. Please, don't hurt Dean, please..."
"Shut up." Tom yelled. "Now, say goodbye to John and Mary, cause this is last time you're ever gonna see them."
"Tom, stop this." John shouted and he pulled against the ropes, willing them to come loose but they held firm, and John was forced to watch on as Tom dragged Sam out of the room. "Fuck," he cursed, sagging back down into the chair. He had to find a way to get them all out of here and fast.
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"Where's Sam?" Dean demanded, struggling to escape Mick's hold. "I wanna see Sam."
"Your father's taken him to the bedroom." Mick said, a snide grin on his face. "He's been a very bad boy."
"Sam!" Dean yelled out desperately and he pushed against Mick's chest, trying to shove him away. "Let go of me. Sammy!"
"I just love it when you fight me, Dean." Mick whispered into his ear. "It's makes it so much better when you break."
"Please." Dean sobbed. "Let me go."
"There are so many people who have missed you, Dean." Mick ran his hand over Dean's hip. "Gonna have to make sure your all nice and ready for them. Can't have you fighting them, can we? That would be bad for business."
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John's eyes snapped back to the door at the sound of the lock being opened. Fear and red hot fury flooded through him when he saw Mick drag a now broken, bloody and half unconscious Dean into the room, dropping him unceremoniously to floor."Dean!"
"Oh my god." Mary cried and John could once again hear the clanging of the handcuffs as she pulled against her restraints.
"What the hell did you do?" John demanded, his eyes fixated on Dean, who had curled in on himself and was lying worryingly still on the cold floor.
"Nothing he didn't deserve." Mick grinned, looking proudly down at the unconscious form. "Just re-living the good old times, weren't we Deano?" Raising his foot, he landed a hard kick in the centre of Dean's stomach.
"Hey!" John shouted. "Leave him alone."
Mick chuckled, bending down to whisper in Dean's ear. "I'll be back for round two soon."
John increased his struggles against his bonds, feeling the rope cutting into to his skin. "I said leave him the fuck alone."
Mick stood back up, giving John a smug look. "Yeah and just what are you gonna do about it?"
"I'm going to tear you apart, you sick bastard." John spat.
Mick snorted. "Sure you are."
John watched, his breath coming in out in angry, frustrated puffs as Mick strolled back out the room, locking the door behind him. The sound of Mick happy whistling only fuelled John's anger.
Dean still hadn't moved from his position on the floor. His face was covered in blood and bruises, his left eye almost swollen shut and John could hear how harsh and pained his breathing was. "Dean? Dean, can you hear me?"
"Dean?" John repeated more urgently, alarmed by Dean's lack of response. "Dean? Come on, kiddo, answer me."
"M'here." Dean groaned, coughing pathetically and John became even more concerned when he saw Dean was coughing up droplets of blood.
"Dean, it's gonna be alright, you hear me? I'm gonna get us out of here." John said desperately. "Just hang on, okay?"
Dean moaned in pain as he attempted to stand but he only made it a few steps before he collapsed back down to the floor.
"Dean, just stay still buddy."
"S'okay" Dean whispered weakly and he began to crawl painfully towards Mary.
"Dean," Mary said gently when he reached her. "You're hurt, just lie still sweetie."
Dean shook his head and Mary's eyes widen in surprised when he opened one of his bloody hands to reveal a set of handcuff keys.
"Mick never pays attention during sex." Dean slurred as he set about trying to fit the key in the lock, but the blood covering his fingers made everything slippery.
Mary felt her stomach turn at Dean's words. "Dean," she breathed, sadly.
"S'okay." Dean finally managed to unlock the handcuffs and Mary hissed as the circulation returned to her hands.
"Find Sammy." Dean whimpered then passed out, collapsing into Mary's arms.
"Dean!"
"Mare, he alright?" John asked, straining his neck to try and see as far behind him as possible.
"He's breathing." Mary said, her fingers pressed to his neck not liking the racing pulse she found there. "We need to get him to a hospital." Laying Dean carefully down on the floor, she quickly made her way over to John and started pulling on the ropes, trying to get them to loosen. "Dammit!"
"What is it?"
"They're tied to tight. I'm gonna need a knife or something to get them off." Mary started searching round the room for something she could use but there was nothing.
She froze when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Damm. Mick was back.
"Fuck." John hissed, struggling uselessly against his bonds as he desperately tried to work the ropes loose.
Mary frantically scanned the room for something she could use a weapon. Seeing a lamp on the table, she ripped off the shade and holding the base tightly in her hands, she plastered herself flat against the wall by the door.
"Mary, what the hell are doing?" John whispered, his tone urgent and panicked. There was no way Mary was going to be able to fight Mick.
"It's okay."
As the lock clicked opened, Mary took deep breaths, trying to keep her rocketing heart rate under control and her hands steady. It had been a while but she could do this. She could fight.
Mick's eyes widened when the door swung open and he saw that Mary was no longer handcuffed to the radiator. "What the..."
Mary moved fast and a quick, hard kick to the stomach cut Mick off mid sentence. He growled, reaching into his jacket but just as he raised his gun, Mary slammed the base of the lamp down hard on his wrist. With a cry of pain Mick dropped the gun to the floor and Mary quickly kicked it out of reach before landing a well timed punch to his head.
Mick snarled and lunged, a fist aimed directly at her face but she moved at the last moment causing Mick to lose his balance and topple to the floor, but he was able to grab her arm taking her down with him.
"You little bitch." Mick spat as he finally managed to pin her to floor. "You're gonna pay for that."
Mick closed his fingers around her throat but Mary raised her knee and shoved it hard into his chest, pushing him away. He saw her hand reaching out for the lamp base again and he smirked, pulling out a knife.
"I don't think so sweetheart." He growled and swung the knife towards her, surprised when Mary easily dodged the attack and in one swift, perfectly executed move she grabbed a hold of his wrist, twisted it and plunged the knife into his own chest.
Mick gasped in shock as he slumped backwards to the floor. Mary's face loomed over him and she smiled grimly. "I hope you rot in hell," she hissed. "You perverted son of a bitch."
Mary watched as the life drained out of Mick before pulling the knife back out and turning her attention to John, who was sat staring at her in undisguised shock.
"Mare, you alright?" John asked as Mary set about cutting him free. "And how the hell did you do that?"
"I'm fine and I don't know." Mary replied, releasing the last of the ropes and tossing them to the side. "Freak adrenaline thing, I guess."
John stood back up, grabbing a hold of Mary's shoulders and looking her up and down, his brow furrowed in concern. "Are you sure you're okay? He didn't hurt you?"
Mary shook her head, giving him a small smile. "I'm fine, John."
They both turned round when Dean made a small groaning sound, and John saw that he was conscious again.
"Hey kiddo." John said, carefully placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. "You're gonna be okay, alright? We're gonna get you out of here. Just hang on a little bit longer for me."
Dean nodded, trying to bite back the whimpers of pain when John gently gathered him up into his arms. "Dude," he said in between ragged breaths, "Your wife can seriously kick ass."
"So it would it seem." John smiled. "Okay, let's get you out of here."
"Sammy." Dean whispered, his hand curling into John's shirt with as much strength as he had. "Please...gotta...dad..."
"Shhh," John soothed, "We'll find him, Dean. I promise."
"You gonna be okay with that?" John asked when Mary picked Mick's gun up off the floor.
"My father taught me how to shoot. I still remember." Mary assured.
John nodded. "Just stay close, alright?"
"Bedroom." Dean rasped out as John carried him out of the room they had been imprisoned in and through into the living room. "Dad...took...Sam..."
"Shhh, It's okay, Dean. I'll find him, I promise." John gently lowered him down on the couch. "Just stay here with Mary. I'll go get Sam."
Mary handed the gun over to John. "Be careful."
John nodded and as silently as he could he made his way upstairs. As he reached the top he could hear distressed keening noises coming from one of the bedrooms, and taking a deep breath he burst through the door, gun raised and ready. He was not prepared for the sight that met him.
"Jesus!" he hissed, staring down at the body in front of him.
Tom was sprawled out on the floor, blood pooled all around him. His neck was bent at an unnatural angle and his throat had been slit, along with both of his wrists. How the hell had this happened? It's not that John was sorry he was dead, he was planning on killing the bastard himself anyway but obviously someone had beat him to it, but who?
John's eyes quickly scanned the room but there were no signs of anyone else being there expect for the soft whimpering sounds coming from under the bed, which John instantly recognised as coming from Sam.
"Sam!" He hurried over to the bed, crouching down to peer underneath it. Sam was hidden there, curled into a ball as violent tremors racked his small frame. As soon he saw John, he started making continuous mewling noises. "Hey buddy, it's okay now. It's just me, it's John. You're safe now."
John gently reached under the bed to pull him out but the second he touched him, Sam started screaming and he tried to scramble further away.
"Hey, hey, shhh Sam, shhh. It's alright, buddy. I'm not gonna hurt you." John kept his voice low and comforting as he once again reached out for Sam, this time making contact and despite the frightened kid's cries and struggles, John was able to pull him out and into his arms.
Sam's limbs lashed out wildly as he tried to escape John's hold but John just held him closer, whispering soothing nonsense into his ear until finally he began to calm down, his body going limp. "That's it kiddo, just relax. You're safe now. Nothing's gonna hurt you. You're safe. I gotcha."
John looked Sam up and down, checking for injuries and apart from a few nasty looking bruises on his face, he thankfully seemed physically unharmed. "Hey buddy, you with me?" John cupped his cheek gently, trying to get him to make eye contact. "Sam?"
"Dean." Sam sobbed in response, his eyes glassy and unfocused. "Dean."
"Alright kiddo, let's go see Dean." John adjusted Sam more securely in his arms and stood up. The second Sam saw his dad's body, John felt him go stiff with fear and his shivering increased.
"I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him." Sam babbled hysterically, shaking his head rapidly from side to side.
"Hush Sam, It's alright. Just don't look, bud. Don't look." John soothed, using his body to shield Sam from his dad's bloody body as he hurried him out the room and back downstairs to Mary and Dean.
Once John had brought Sam downstairs, he went back to search Mick and Tom's bodies and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found car keys in Tom's pocket.
He quickly gathered everyone up and after he and Mary had carefully bundled the boys into the back of the car he drove off in search of the nearest hospital.
"How they doing?" John said as he sped down the road.
Mary once again glanced round check on the boys and she didn't like what she saw one bit. Dean had passed out again and was lying across the back seat, making harsh, wet panting sounds. Sam was sat next to him in some kind of semi catatonic state, just rocking back and forth as he continued with his mantra of, "I didn't kill him," and "Dean, help me." Worryingly, he appeared to be that out of it that he didn't even seem to realise his brother was right next to him.
She swallowed hard. "Drive faster."
John took one look at her face and floored it.
Chapter 13