Tell me where we go from here 16/?
Chapter 16
Sam woke up with a concussion. He had his fair share of those over the years so he knew that feeling. Not too bad, he had worse, but bad enough that his head wanted to split open and he raised it very carefully and didn't dare to open his eyes before his head was steady. He'd learned that lesson the hard way and he really didn't want to hurl on top of everything else. Especially when he was bound to a chair. He didn't need to open his eyes to know that, he'd woken up bound to a chair far too often, too, he knew that feeling as well.
What he wasn't used to, was waking up like this without a shirt on. He felt the cool air directly on his skin and shivered slightly. He didn't know the reason behind this but he guessed it wasn't a good one. At least he still had his jeans and shoes on.
With his head more or less steady he squinted against the bright light of the single light bulb illuminating the room. A basement of some sorts. The chair stood in the middle of a cleared out area with nothing in reach that could help him. As if it was ever that easy.
There was nobody in sight so Sam used the chance to check his bindings. With any luck he could get out before whoever was responsible for this came back.
Flexing the muscles in his arms and wiggling around a little bit he found the rope tied very efficiently. It gave a little and he might be able to work with that but he wouldn't get out the next minute, that much he could tell.
Mechanically he worked to loosen the rope binding his hands to the back legs of the chair. It would have been easier for him if they had tied his wrists together without attaching them to the chair but he had to work with what he had.
His memory was a little fuzzy, though. He remembered Amy the nice older lady with the creepy neighbors. And then the nice older lady had hit him with something.
Great, getting knocked out like that, he would never hear the end of it. He could only hope that Dean would never find out how easily she had overpowered him.
Speaking of Dean, where was he? Sam couldn't tell how much time had passed but Dean would notice his absence very soon. At least he hoped so. Dean wanted to check on the father in the store and then head over to the hospital to have a look at the mother. It would be just Sam's luck if Dean and Cas used the time to have a little something in a storage room in the hospital. But Dean was a professional, right? He would be back here as soon as possible, right?
Sam let out a sigh and his chin dropped to his chest. Dean would find him eventually, there was no doubt about that. He wasn't a cold-hearted demon anymore, he would come for Sam.
In the meantime Sam would try to get out by himself. He just needed to get one hand free. The rest would be easy.
Sam stopped his attempt to wiggle his way out of the ropes when he heard footsteps above. It sounded like one single pair of footsteps so Amy was probably alone.
Careful with assumptions, he reminded himself. Those had brought him in this situation. He didn't know what Amy was or what she hoped to accomplish with this but when he heard a door open, he knew he would find out soon.
For a second he thought about faking to still be unconscious but decided against it. When Amy came down the stairs he looked her right in the eye.
"Well, well." She said when their eyes locked. "Look who's awake."
"What do you want?" Sam asked and swallowed against the rising bile in his throat. His head was killing him but he didn't have time for that.
"You know." She came closer and now Sam saw the knife in her hand. "When my daughter told me that she had to run from a hunter, I thought Bobby Singer was back to finish what he'd started."
She came closer, tapping the broad side of the knife against her leg.
"I was kind of disappointed to hear that he's dead." She actually pouted at that. "But I got you instead. And I will get your brother as well. If the overdose hasn't killed him by now."
"Overdose?" Sam's mouth went dry and he teared his gaze from the knife up to her face.
"The cookies were meant for all three of you." She said with a half-shrug. "He ate most of them by himself so I'm pretty sure he's dead by now."
"What do you want?" Sam asked again. Cas was with Dean and even weakened as he was, Cas should be able to help Dean. And then they would know that it had been Amy and they would come back here. He just needed to keep her busy for a little while longer to give his brother more time.
"Revenge." She said it as if that was obvious. "Bobby Singer killed my husband."
Sam drew his eyebrows together in the attempt to piece together the information here. So far it didn't make sense.
"That was ten years ago." He remembered that bit. "Why now?"
"I told you." Suddenly the tip of the knife was way too close to his throat. Sam leaned his head back to gain a few inches and glared up at her. "My daughter went to college and there a hunter came after her. She barely escaped. She's on the run now."
The knife dropped and Sam breathed easier.
"And you thought it was Bobby." Slowly the picture became clearer.
"He should have left us alone." She turned away and now Sam noticed the table at the side. It looked suspiciously like an altar. How could he have missed that before? He blamed his concussion for that. Not that he could do anything about it anyway.
However, while she had her back turned on him, he kept working on the rope.
"So your husband was a monster." Sam mused more to himself than to her. He felt the rope around his right wrist loosen a little bit. Not much, not enough to slip his hand through, but it gave him hope.
"He was a good man." She didn't turn but he could see the tension in her shoulders. "It didn't matter that he wasn't human."
Now she turned around, knife pointed at Sam but she was far enough away so it was just to make her point and not to threaten Sam.
"You should understand." She said and for a moment Sam was stunned. What did she know about him?
"That friend of yours? He ain't human either, isn't he?" She had a knowing smile on her lips. "And still you're okay with your brother being with him. You call him a friend. You, a man who vowed to kill everything not human, everything different, you are okay with your brother fucking that abomination." At the last word she rammed the knife into the wooden table. "But you had to kill my husband. Hunt down my daughter."
"I wasn't the one who killed your husband." Sam reminded her but regretted it the same second.
"No." She came closer now but the knife stayed stuck in the table. At least for now. "But the man who was almost like a father to you did."
She sighed. "I thought I could let it go, take my daughter and live my life. It's too late to make that hunter pay. But I got you. And I got your brother. Too bad I didn't get your pet monster. I really would have liked to kill him first. Maybe let you and your brother watch." She paused. "I had to watch when my husband was murdered, you know, so it would have been only fair."
She shrugged in an oh, well manner and a smile crept on her lips.
"What was your husband?" Sam dared to ask and set his jaw. He'd faced down much scarier things than her. "He killed people, didn't he? And your daughter? The hunter didn't come close to her for nothing."
"She is a good girl." She didn't back off. "She has needs but she only takes what she absolutely has to. She just wants to live."
"She kills people." Sam spit back. It was probably not a good idea to agitate her but he couldn't help himself. "And you? What about you? You ain't innocent either, aren't you?" He nodded towards the table. From this angle he couldn't see much of the ingredients but what he could make out was some pretty dark stuff.
"I needed to protect my little girl." She turned around and stepped over to the altar again. "So I learned a thing or two. I'm only human but there are ways to gain power. Real power." She picked something up and examined it. Some kind of needle? A knitting needle judging by the size of it. "But I guess you know that."
"It always comes with a price tag." Sam answered and twisted his hand more frantically while she wasn't looking. Whatever she had in mind, it wasn't good. "Usually a deadly one."
"Not if you're careful." She dipped the tip of the needle in a bowl and it came back out with a sticky substance dripping off it. "I've been protecting my little girl for almost ten years now but then she wanted to go to college. How could I deny her that? She knows how to protect herself, she's careful." She shook her head.
"Not careful enough." Sam grit his teeth. Almost. The rope burned into his skin and he was bleeding by now but he didn't care, he needed to get free before she could do whatever she was planning to do to him.
And the fact that neither Dean nor Cas had come to his rescue yet wasn't a good sign either. He needed to get out of here and find them.
"You haven't been careful enough." She reminded him. Needle in hand she stood in front of him now.
"What's that?" Sam licked his suddenly dry lips. He needed more time, just a little more time. His hand was almost free.
"Something special." She looked rather proud of herself. "It's deadly but it won't kill you immediately. It's going to take hours, maybe even a day." She dropped her voice at the last part. "Don't worry, nobody will hear you scream."
She positioned the tip of the needle over his heart with just enough pressure to make him feel it but without breaking the skin. Yet.
"Don't." He said and squirmed as far away as possible.
"I said that too when he killed my husband." She answered with ice in her voice. She was close now and Sam saw in her eyes that she would do this. She would kill him.
Then everything happened fast.
Amy raised the needle to stab it into Sam's chest when the door on top of the stairs burst open.
"Cas!" Sam yelled when he recognized the man on the stairs. Amy spun around and at the same time Cas stormed down the stairs. Later Sam couldn't say if Cas just didn't notice the needle or if he he didn't recognize it as dangerous but in the end it didn't matter.
Cas came right for Amy, his angel blade in hand and murder in his eyes. Seeing his expression Sam knew something had happened to Dean. Something bad. And Dean wasn't there.
The woman and the angel met in the middle of the room and for a second they just stood there, close, embracing each other like lovers, and then they went down. Amy was dead, Sam knew that instantly, the handle of the blade embedded deep in her chest, Cas hadn't been fucking around.
However, Cas was on his knees as well. In comical disbelieve he stared at the needle poking our of his side.
"Cas!" Sam yelled. Cas tilted to the side and fell like a rock.
Chapter 17
Masterpost