𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣

The Benders part 2

Sam gasped awake, and quickly sat up, realizing he was in a cage. He stood up and moved to the door of the cage.

He pulled on it, but it wasn't opening. He looked around in a panic, the realization hitting him that Alison wasn't with him.

Sams eyes landed on a man laying in a cage next to him.

"Uncle Sammy?"

Sam turned his head as he heard a familiar voice from a dark corner.

"Alison? Ali, are you okay?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah, I'm Otay. Are you Otay, Sammy?" Alison asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay, munchkin." Sam told her.

~~~

"Greg!" Dean turned as he heard the officers voice. "I think we got something." She said as Dean stood up.

She handed the papers to dean.

"These traffic cams take an image every three seconds, it's part of an amber alert program. These are all images around the time Sam and Alison disappeared."

Dean looked at the first image of a vehicle.

"This isn't exactly what I'm looking for." Dean told her.

"Wait, look at the next one."

Dean flipped the page revealing a picture of a beat up van.

"This one was taken right after Sam and Alison left the bar." The cop told him. "Look at the back end of that thing. Now look at the plates."

Dean glanced up at her, then the picture. He flipped the page, revealing another picture, zoomed in on the license plate.

"Looks brand new." Dean stated. "Probably stolen."

"So, whoever's driving that rust-bucket, must be involved." The officer said.

A van then drove by, making a weird squeaky noise. Dean watched it, listening closely.

"Hear that engine?" Dean asked her.

"Yeah."

"Kind of sounds like a whining growl, doesn't it?"

"Yeah." She said.

"I'll be damned." Dean said.

~~~

Alison huffed as Sam tried getting his cage open by hanging on the top and swinging his feet into the door.

It wasn't working.

The man in the cage next to Sam started waking up.

"You're alive?" Sam questioned.

"Huh?" The guy asked as he stood up.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sam asked him.

"Do I look like I'm doing okay?" The man questioned.

"You don't have to rude." Alison stated crossing her arms over her chest.

"Where are we?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. Country, I think. Smells like the country." He said.

"You're Alvin Jenkins, aren't you?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."