Author's Note: I'm sorry. I know. It's been a while. I have no excuse. Everything that I was writing didn't seem good enough. But it's not fair for you guys to want to read more, but you can't because I think my writing sucks. So enjoy this chapter if you can, I'd love to know what you think.
Chapter 5:
Dean held his breath.
On the other end he heard a laugh.
"I said did you enjoy my little video? I sure know I enjoyed making it for you. I've got quite the little fighter on my hands, don't I?"
Dean gripped the phone tighter.
"You bastard," he says breathlessly into the receiving end of the phone. "I swear when I find you, I will rip you apart so damn fast it'll make you head spin!"
Both John and Bobby's head whipped around, shocked to hear Dean's yelling. John jogged to him with his hand out, gesturing for Dean to hand over the phone. "Give it to me," he instructed.
Dean didn't listen though. He kept a firm grip on the phone.
The man smirked.
"Easy now, Dean. You wouldn't wanna get me mad now would you?"
Dean almost laughed. "I don't give a damn how you're feeling."
"I guess you're forgetting one really important thing, then."
Dean made eye contact with his father. His eyes were wide, his hand outstretched, waiting impatiently for Dean to hand it over. Dean shook his head, trying to tell John that he can handle it.
"Oh yeah?" Dean replied. "What's that?"
There was silence on the other end and for a moment Dean thought that the man had hung up. But then he heard movement in the background and he knew that he hadn't ended the conversation yet.
"I have your little brother… and I can end his life whenever I want."
Dean gulped. The mystery man's words hit him hard, striking a nerve, but he kept his cool. He took in a breath, calming himself as much as he could. He knew that what the man said was the truth, but he couldn't let him know that. Dean had been taught not to show any weakness, especially to someone who thought they had the upper hand, just like this guy. So Dean closed his eyes for a second, steadied his voice, and answered, "Yeah you can; but you won't."
The man was almost shocked.
"I won't? And why's that?"
Dean looked down at the floor. "Because you said you want to play a game… and if Sam's the prize, you gotta keep him alive."
The man was silent, taking in Dean's statement.
"You make a point," the man says softly, almost as if he was upset that Dean had caught on. "But in order to get your prize, you've gotta find him."
Dean didn't say anything.
"Gimmie the phone, Dean," John demands.
Turning his back, Dean keeps his ear pressed to the phone.
"So how do I find him? Don't we get a clue or something?"
The man laughs. "A clue? I thought you guys were master hunters. Thought you can find anything out of nothing. Thought you were the best of the best… that's at least what little Sammy tells me. Y'know, he's got a lot of faith in you. It'll be a shame if you let him down."
Dean slammed his hands down on the table. Both Bobby and John jumped a little, unaware of what was being said on the other line to Dean. John tilted his head, getting a better look at his son. He was shocked to see his eyes cloudy and beginning to turn red with anger. Unable to take being clueless anymore he snatched the phone from Dean's hand and placed it to his head.
"Listen to me you son of a bitch, I don't know who you are and I don't know where you're at, but I know you have my boy and I will hunt you down and kill you. I promise you that. And you better pray, pray that he's gonna be alright -"
The man sucked his teeth. "Easy there, Johnny boy, I only wanna play a game, nothing personal."
John ran his hand through his hair. "You have my son. It's all personal to me."
Bobby took Dean by the arm and led him to the kitchen table, seeing how shaken up he'd become. Dean tried to resist, wanted to stay there, probably wanted to take the phone away from John, but Bobby made him.
"Just calm down, son," Bobby says to him softly, steering him down into the chair. "Just take a couple of deep breaths, okay?"
Dean simply nodded, but didn't say anything.
In the background, Dean heard his father arguing with the man on the phone. He was surprised that John was even wasting all of this time going back and forth with him. Usually his dad was the type of guy to shoot first and ask questions later, but this time it was completely different. This man had his dad cornered, pushed so far into a corner that John had no choice but to try and bargain with him, trying to get some type of clue. It was kind of sad to Dean to his his family put into this type of position. Sam was no longer considered a human, but more as a prize that could simply be won dead or alive.
John started yelling and it startled Dean who was lost in his thoughts.
"I will fucking end your life the minute I see you!" he yelled. Dean felt Bobby place his hands on his shoulders.
Suddenly John was silent, gripping the ends of his hair.
"Sammy?" He questioned, his voice was broken.
There was more silence.
"We're gonna find you, okay? We're gonna find you- what? What does that mean? Sam? What does that mean?"
Dean stood, so did Bobby, they both had confused looks on their faces.
John pulled the phone away from his ear, but his eyes were still set on the phone.
"You talked to Sam?" Bobby asked.
John only nodded as he hung the phone back up.
"What did he say?" Dean asked.
John shook his head, his eyebrows pulled together. "He said 'twelve- twenty six'."
Dean looked over at Bobby, both clueless.
"What is that? Coordinates?" Dean asked.
"Could be a room number," Bobby chimed it.
John shrugged. "Could be an address."
Dean raised his hands in frustration. "It would be anything."
John headed to the door, grabbing his jacket.
"Where're you going?" Dean asked, following behind him.
"This is the only lead we have, I'm gonna go make the most of it."
All three men grabbed their jackets and stormed out the door, hoping to find out what 12-26 stood for.
So, what do you think?
Any guesses on what the numbers are for?
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