This is a stupid little story I wrote before the second season started but never finished because I got bored with it and didn't like the way it was going. I put it away for a few months but then decided to pull it out and finish it just to get it off my mind and to get rid of it. At the time I wrote this I had no idea what was going to happen to the boys and their dad. Not sure if you'll like this one but here goes……
Both brothers stood next to their beds packing their clothes into their bags. They had just finished a hunt a few days before and had taken a few days off to get a little rest and to recover from their injuries. But now both of them were anxious to get out of the motel and back on the road.
Sam picked up Dean's cell phone which was lying on the table between their beds and was just about to toss it to him when he saw that he had a message on it.
"Hey, you must have gotten a voice mail during the night." He told Dean as he tossed the phone to his brother then continued packing.
Dean switched it to speaker phone then laid it on the bed as he also packed.
Dean, I got your number from your dad's cell phone. I need to get in touch with him immediately. I have some urgent news that he needs to hear. It's a matter of life and death… his. I'm staying at the Millmont Motel in Kingston, North Carolina. I'll be here for two more days. If you get this message I need you and your brother to come to Kingston, you could possibly save your dad's life.
Dean looked over at Sam who had stopped packing and now stood looking at his brother.
"What do you think that was all about?" Sam asked his face showing his concern.
"I don't know." Dean looked at the number from which the phone call had come and dialed it. After ringing for a minute it was finally picked up. "Who's this?" Dean asked.
"This is the mini market over on Vine, who are you looking for?"
"Sorry, I must have the wrong number." Dean said as he hung up then looked over at Sam. "The call came from a mini market in Kingston."
"He called from a mini market?"
"Yeah, apparently he doesn't want to be traced."
"What do you think we should do? Do you think this guy really has information for Dad? ... Dean do you think Dad really is in trouble?"
"I don't know. But we're only about six hours from there. I say we head on down and find out what this is all about. What do you think?"
"I say we go. This guy had Dad's number so he must know him and if Dad's in trouble…."
"Well then let's get moving." Dean began tossing the rest of his clothes into the bag.
They made the trip in a little over five hours then got directions to the Millmont Motel. They pulled up in front of it then sat in the car not sure which room the man might be in.
"What do we do now?" Sam asked.
"I guess just hang around here and hope he find us."
Half hour later
A man came out of room six and stood on the porch smoking a cigarette. When he spotted the Impala he walked over to it.
"Dean?" He asked leaning down and looking in the window.
"Yeah." Dean nodded toward his brother. "This is my brother Sam. Are you the one that called us?"
"My friend did."
"You know our father?" Sam asked.
"Your father helped us with …a problem."
"What's this about our dad being in danger?" Dean asked.
The man looked around then leaned in the car.
"I don't want to talk out here, let's go inside."
Dean and Sam got out of the car and followed the man into the motel room where two other men sat at a table.
"Keith, Jerry….this is Dean and Sam, John's sons. I'm Rick." The man extended his hand to the brothers.
They all shook hands then Keith offered them a drink. They both accepted and Sam who was thirsty gulped down half of the drink then looked at Keith.
"What's this all about?"
"We have reason to believe your dad is being stalked by an evil spirit."
Dean glanced over at Sam as he took a sip of his drink.
"So you know the kind of work our dad is in?" Dean asked
"Yeah…He helped us rid our house of a demon."
"What makes you think this spirit is after our dad?"
"We've been seeing signs."
"Like what?" Dean took another swallow of his drink but then put it down when he didn't care for the taste of it.
"We found a picture of your dad with the sign of a demon drawn over his face." Keith walked over to a desk and picked up a picture which he handed to Dean, but Dean's attention was focused on Sam.
Sam had put his head down and was pinching the bridge of his nose as a sharp pain shot through his head. Dean, who was aware of Sam's painful premonitions, looked at him worried.
"Sammy you okay?" Dean asked seeing his brother's discomfort.
"Yeah, I just feel a little funny." Sam put down his drink then stood up and felt the room begin to spin. "I just need a little air." Sam said as he started walking toward the door but stumbled and fell to his knees.
"Sam!" Dean hurried over to him. "Sammy what's wrong?" Dean asked grabbing his brother just as his eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped over into Dean's arms. "Sam!" Dean held Sam as he looked up at the men expecting them to help him but they were all standing around him smiling, not at all concerned. He immediately knew they had done something to his brother. "What the hell did you give him?" Dean asked as he started to stand up but then he too fell back to the floor when everything started spinning. He fought to stay conscious, but it was impossible. The last thing he saw were the men reaching toward him.
Later in a vacant warehouse
Dean woke up to a world of pain. His arms were stretched high above his head chained to a pipe in the ceiling, his feet inches from the floor.
"Son of a bitch…" He moaned as he started to regain consciousness. He rolled his head to the side as he opened his eyes. Sammy was hanging next to him, his head hung down on his chest still unconscious. "Sam! Come on Sam talk to me!" Dean swung his body till it bumped against his brother. "Come on Sammy wake up."
Sam moaned as he slowly opened his eyes.
"You okay Sammy?"
"Dean….what…." Sam said as he looked over at his brother.
"What's happening?" Dean finished Sam's sentence. "What's happening is that are new friends aren't playing very nice." He said as he tried to tug on his chains only causing himself more pain.
Sam shook his head slightly trying to clear it.
"What's going on Dean?" Sam said as he too pulled on the chains then winced in pain as the metal cuffs cut into his wrists.
"Those bastards drugged us."
"Why? What do they want with us?"
"I don't know Sam but it can't be good."