Summary: Sam and Dean are still at odds right after their father’s death. Nothing seems to be working and soon enough they both just seem to give up with trying. When they go to do a simple salt and burn the initial hunt seems to spiral into more than they ever imagined. Who is killing all these people? Who is this weird new hunter with a fixation on Dean? And how come after they did the initial salt and burn their problems only get worse?
A/N: This is a little something I've been working on for awhile. I hope this will get me back into writing chapter stories for SPN since it's been so long since I did so. I really hope you like it and continue reading it. The banner was made by the awesome moviegeek03 isn't it just...fitting? lol I love it thank you BB.
Dean felt dizzy as full consciousness assaulted him. His head ached and all he really wanted to do was sleep for two weeks. God what happened? Dean wondered silently. His eyes were heavy and all he wanted to do was open them but they remained shut.
Wha....? It sounded like someone was calling his name but everything sounded as if it was under water, garbled and distorted.
“Dean, man, wake up! Please!”
Sammy Dean thought. Oh God Sammy! That fucking psycho had Sammy! “S’my'?” Dean slurred.
“Fuck Dean, open your eyes.”
I'm trying damn it. Forcing his crusty eyes open, Dean groaned as the room shifted and tilted. “Sammy?”
“I'm here Dean. Are you ok?” Sam sounded so worried and concerned it made Dean feel like even more of an idiot.
Focusing his vision, Dean zeroed in on his brother. Sam was bound to a chair and by the looks of it he wasn't doing too good. Dean gasped at all the cuts and bruises that adorned Sam's face. It looked like Kendall had used Sam as a punching bag. It made hot anger coil in his gut until he was about ready to explode.
“That son of a bitch!” Dean screamed.
“No! Fuck! I'm going to fucking murder him!” Dean's rage lashed out in waves. After getting his balance Dean managed to sit up and stare at their confinements. It looked to be any old basement with your basic water heater in the corner and random boxes. There weren’t any windows, so they had no way of telling how much time was passing.
Swallowing down guilt Dean focused his heavy eyes on his brother once again. “Geez kiddo you're a mess! Are you alright? Anything broken? Out of place?”
Sam gave him that small grin that said he was fine but Dean knew that was far from the truth.
“Don't think so, maybe my nose but everything is just sore,” Sam replied nonchalantly. But Dean could see how his face was twisted in pain, how his eyes were glazed over and haunted. It made Dean wonder just what the fuck this man did to his brother.
“Sammy...” Dean started again but noise was coming from the top of the stairs. Both men froze as their eyes focused on the stairwell. It was dark so not much could be seen, yet they could both hear loud steps coming down the stairs.
Dean twisted his face in a sneer and prepared his body to strike.
Sam just looked about ready to pass out. It made his resolve that much greater.
Kendall's form finally came into view. He was grinning like a loon and stalking over towards where Dean was.
Come on bitch.
“I wouldn't do that if I was you Dean,” Kendall tsked lightly, already knowing what Dean was preparing.
“Why not? Scared I'm going to fucking cut your heart out?!?” Dean sneered.
“Dean-” Sam started not wanting his brother to be hurt by Kendall. Sam knew first hand just how much Kendall could fly off the handle. He didn't want his brother to face his wrath.
Kendall smiled even more, which made a chill go up Sam's spine. He could just feel that something was going to happen.
“I swear to God I'm going to kill you!” Dean jerked on his confines and found for the first time that he was held by chains to an old support beam. The chains rattled loudly in the small basement and made Sam jump.
“I know you're upset Dean but you'll see that this is all for the better. Sam there,” Kendall turned towards Sam and gave him an evil look,” he's not right for you. He's not a good brother. I can be that brother Dean; just give me a chance.”
Dean's stared agape at the burly man. Was he fucking serious? “This is what this whole game was? Cause some asylum let you loose and you want a brother?”
Kendall frowned at the word asylum. He never wanted to hear that word again but he wouldn't release his anger out on his brother. “Now Dean-”
“Listen crazy there ain't no better brother than Sam and Sam's a hell of a brother, the best even and-and I should have realized that sooner. I'm sorry I didn't but I know now. Sam's my brother, my baby brother and I ain't lookin' for no more so get lost.” Dean stated sincerely. He could see the tears misting in Sam's eyes, and it made his heartbreak. He never should have done those things to Sam. His brother was grieving just like him and all he was looking for was comfort and support.
Kendall's frown darkened dangerously until be couldn't handle it. “Shut up!” Kendall screamed and charged forward. With one swift move he backhanded Dean across the face.
Sam screamed at seeing Kendall hit Dean. He tugged furiously on his bonds until he was sure his chair would topple over. “You bastard!”
Dean licked his split lip and looked up at Kendall seriously. “I'm ok Sammy,” Dean assured not breaking eye contact with Kendall. “Hit me all you want but you know what? Having temper tantrums doesn't make you a very good brother.”
Kendall stared in shock at Dean's lip. He didn't mean to hit him; he just lashed out. “I didn't mean-” Kendall stopped and tugged at his hair again. He could already hear Keith calling him a home wrecker, a klutz, a monster. “Shut up!” Kendall screamed and to the surprise of Dean and Sam hurried back up the stairs. He needed to get away from the voices. He just needed to get away.
Dean looked over to Sam seriously and could see the urgency in his eyes. “Don't worry; I'll get us out of here.”
Sam swallowed and nodded. “I honestly think Kendall's going to crack soon and I hate to be around when he does.”
Dean nodded and looked desperately around for anyway to get them out.
Bobby cursed when Dean's cell went to voice mail again. “Damn idjits,” Bobby muttered with worry.
He got a call a couple of hours ago that Kendall Byrd was near there. Every hunter knew of Kendall Byrd.
Kendall was what he called a nutcase. After having psychological problems as a child, and with his family being neglectful Kendall finally cracked and killed his older brother. After being put in numerous psych houses, asylums and hospitals he was deemed fit to be in prison.
Prison messed the bastard up good and proper, worse than he already was. Bobby felt sorry for the poor bastard, he really did. The kid just had a fucked up life but he couldn't feel sorry for the way the man acted or behaved. That was something he could never forgive.
If Kendall was in the area, that meant trouble. Getting Dean's voice mail again, Bobby finally left a message. “You stupid damn idgit call me or I going to tan your damn hide when you get back.”
Closing the phone Bobby rubbed his head and tried to stay calm. Just cause Dean wasn't answering his phone and Sam's phone seemed disconnected didn't mean anything.
Yeah right and I'm Santa Claus Bobby internally grumbled.
Deciding to take action, Bobby got up and grabbed his keys. “The things I do for you idgits,” Bobby grumbled as he walked out the door.
Dean stopped yanking the chain with a curse. His fingers were bloody trying to pick out a nail from the beam and his wrists were raw. This wasn't getting him anywhere.
“Dean, give it a rest,” Sam tried reasoning with his brother. All Dean was accomplishing was hurting himself.
“Fuck Sammy! We have to get out someway.” Dean went to work on the nail again and ignored how sore his fingers were. If he got that nail he could probably pick the lock on the chains.
Sam sighed and rested his head on his shoulder. His lower back was starting to hurt again, a dull throb that set him on fire from the inside out. The chair wasn't helping much either. It was stiff, hard and making his thighs sore from sitting in it for so long. “Hey Dean?”
“Yeah Sam?” Dean said distractedly, still trying to pry the nail free.
“Did you mean what you said earlier?” Sam wondered honestly. His emotions have been on a rollercoaster since his Dad died and he was starting to doubt how Dean felt about him. In fact he was starting to doubt a lot of stuff but Dean's speech gave him hope that maybe he was wrong…maybe their relationship wasn't damaged forever.
Dean froze. His heart started beating a little faster and he turned towards Sam's curious eyes. “Yeah I mean...yes I did.” Dean scratched at the back of his head and blushed. Open affection wasn't usually his gig but Sam needed to hear this, they both did.
Sam swallowed a wave of emotions fluttering in his chest. “I mean...um thank you. I needed to hear that.”
“Anytime.” Dean replied easily.
After that they both fell into an easy silence, it seemed as if their inner demons have been abated for now and they were both on the same term.
They both had one thing in mind though. Would they be able to team together and fight Kendall?
Bobby pushed on the gas when he once again got Dean's voicemail. “Damn it boy.” He was about a good 30 minutes out. He just hoped the boys were ok; if they were he was going to kick their asses into next week!
Kendall finally had enough and trashed Dean's phone. He couldn't stand hearing it ring and ring. That was just another person who was close to Dean.
I should be close to Dean Kendall thought darkly. It should be me who calls Dean.
Just thinking about it riled Kendall up again. It made him think of Sam, think of what Dean said. How Dean embarrassed him and hurt his feelings.
Kendall clenched his fist and took one last swish of whiskey.
Getting up from the table Kendall trudged down into the basement making sure his steps were loud and booming. He wanted attention; he craved attention.
What he was met with was a shock.
The chair was empty and Dean was nowhere to be found.
“What the-” Kendall stopped as something heavy hit him in the back of the head. He yelped and fell forward, smacking his face into the concrete. He tried lifting his head but black spots were swirling around his eyes. “Dean...” Kendall moaned, then he slipped into an unconscious void.
Dean breathed harshly and dropped the tire iron. “Shit...holy shit.”
Sam came out from his hiding spot behind the boxes and walked over towards Dean. Dean still stared down at Kendall's body in fascination. He was only knocked out, so they didn't have long.
Sam settled his hand on Dean's shoulder and squeezed. “Come on Dean, we have to shag ass out of here now.”
Dean nodded and breathed. After finally getting the nail out he spent an hour picking at his locks. Once they were picked, he freed Sam and they waited.
“Sam you know I'm-”
“Yeah me too.” Sam stated sincerely. There was still a lot left unsaid that they needed to talk about but now wasn't the time.
Dean smiled. “Alright let's go so I can get you looked at.”
Sam smiled until something caught his eyes. Looking past Dean's shoulder Sam frowned. Until he saw a dark shape materializing in the shadows.
“Dean!” Sam shouted in warning but it was too late.
Sam watched in terror as Kendall's bloody head popped up and smashed Dean with the same tire iron. Dean dropped like a bag of bricks and Sam was left staring at Dean's still body. “De-” Sam started to shout for his fallen brother again but Kendall's big meaty paw wrapped around his throat.
“Gah...” Sam gasped and tried his best to get his hand off but Kendall's grip was firm.
“Going to call out for my brother. Well face the facts, Dean is mine and he always will be.” Kendall squeezed harder and started dragging Sam up the wall.
Sam flailed wildly as he tried to draw in air. Once he felt his feet stop touching the floor he panicked. Dean...
Dean slowly got to his feet and felt around for the tire iron himself. His head was groggy and he felt like puking but Sam was in danger. Save Sammy...it was a mantra in his head.
Dean turned around quickly but lost his balance and fell to his knees. His vision was blurry but he could just make out Bobby with a shotgun.
Sam's eyes bulged until he heard the shot.
Kendall finally released his grasp and Sam fell to the floor gasping and choking. He watched in morbid fascination as blood bloomed in the middle of Kendall's chest. Kendall stared at the mark in shock until he crumbled to the ground, completely still. Dead.
Bobby watched the scene and decided to go help Dean first. “Dean...boy are you ok?”
Bobby helped Dean to his feet and tried to support him. “Sammy...?”
“Sammy's over here! Come on.” Bobby led Dean to where Sam was currently gasping on the floor. Dean dropped to his knees and winced. “Sammy?” Dean questioned.
Sam was still gasping and choking. “Sammy!” Dean said panicked.
Sam looked at Dean with fear filled eyes. His back was on fire again and it was harder to breathe. “Dean...” Sam pleaded. His vision was getting blurry; Dean and Bobby's faces were going in and out.
Dean grabbed Sam's face desperately. “Sammy! Fuck Sam breathe!” The order was no use because Sam's eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out. Leaving a frantic Bobby and Dean shouting his name.