Hunter's blood

Chapter eight

Now that Dean was alone, he had laid down on the cold floor, the chains rattled as he moved. At least he got to the castle, even though he got in the hard way. He had already checked his pockets and everything to find that the proxies had taken all of the weapons he had on him. Even the colt had gone missing. If he didn't get that back Bobby would have his head, the only thing that he did have was the locket he had given his sister, but he wondered if his sister was even his sister now. What his alternate self had said seemed almost true, could it even be possible to save his sister? Consumed by his thoughts, he closed his eyes in hopes of sleeping off the pain. Dean woke to the door to the room opening, he opened his eyes and looked to see who had been at the door only to find that it was his sister, well the proxy version of his sister.

"What do you want?" Dean said.

"I wanted to see what kind of person was able to keep from getting influenced by my master," Sam said.

"Go away," Dean said. He wanted so badly to talk to her to see if she remembered anything but thought better of it, even the amount of convincing wouldn't actually change what Slenderman had done to her. Dean laid his head back down on the floor but his sister had sat down in front of him. "I said leave me alone,"

"Why would I do that?" Sam asked. Dean rolled his eyes and turned to face the wall with his back facing Sam. "I know that my master's punishments are harsh, but he's only doing this to help you,"

"Sure he is," Dean grumbled. "That's why he had me chained up,"

"Well to be fair you did spit on his throne room floor," Sam responded.

"Leave. Me. Alone." Dean said once more. Sam knew that she wasn't going to get him to talk that way so she'd have to try something else. Sam stood from her spot and walked out of the room. When Dean heard the door close he allowed a few tears to come down. Sam was about to go to the kitchen when she had been ordered to go out and kill, closing the door behind her she went out to do what her master had wanted. A couple of days later Dean had been sitting in the room still chained and trying to find a way out, there was nothing in the room that could help him and he didn't have a bobby pin to break free. Dean sat with his back in a corner and placed his arms on his knees. Slendy had believed that he must have broken Dean and walked into the room, Dean sent a glare toward Slenderman wondering what the monster wanted.

"I take it you're enjoying your stay," Slendy questioned. "You know all this pain and suffering can end Dean, you just need to agree to be one of mine,"

"Screw off," Dean said. "I don't care how many times you try and convince me to join your cult, I'll never do it," Slenderman got annoyed seeing that despite the starvation and the length in which he was locked away he had hoped that Dean would cave in by now but the teen was brave or probably stupid. "What's the matter? Don't have the words to talk to me?"

"You will join my proxies one way or the other, Dean Winchester, even if it takes months!" Slendy yelled and stormed out of the room. The minute he was gone, Dean huffed and tried to keep his mind focused on something else. Though, the more the hours ticked by the more he felt hungry and weak. Something that he had never felt before, the door to the room opened and Dean looked up to see Sam had made an appearance again. Only this time she had a platter of food that was fresh off the stove. His stomach growled as he held it from all the pain he was experiencing. But he tried to push that thought away no matter how good the food smelled. Sam placed the food down by Dean which emitted a delicious smell that made Dean's mouth water.

"I thought you would be hungry," Sam said. "I know that proxies don't eat or sleep but that doesn't mean you can't have food even if my master doesn't like it,"

"What if he finds out?" Dean questioned. "You're willing to risk that?"

"He won't, he and the other proxies are out on a little killing and kidnapping spree," Sam responded. "I was told to watch you," Sam sat down on the floor once again. "You don't have to eat it now, but I thought you might want some," Dean wondered if this was some kind of trick. A clever one for sure, but something about Sam seemed different. The last few times he had encountered her, she had a dangerous look in her eyes. Now it wasn't there anymore, she looked lost almost like she was a little girl again.

"Why would you do this for me?" Dean asked as he used his legs to bring the tray towards him.

"I don't know, " Sam responded. "I don't even remember my past or who I used to be," she continued. "What I've become I have no idea, I only know that I'm a proxy, " she kept going. "But you seem to know who I was, and I'm drawn to that fact," Dean couldn't speak after hearing that. Could it be possible that Sam was now trying to fight against Slendy's influence? Was the creature's control broken or at least cracked? Maybe this was his chance to finally save her.

"I can help you, Sammy," Dean said to her. "I'll tell you everything and get you out of here," he continued. "All you have to do is let me out so I can kill Slenderman," Sam looked at him like she was going to cry. Her mind was telling her that she should just kill him, it's what her master wanted. So why did thinking about it make her want to cry?

"I once thought I could fight him," she finally said. "But you don't understand the power he has," she continued. "I must obey my master,"

"Look inside yourself little sister, you can't do this. I feel the conflict within you let go of your anger and fear," Dean said to her. Hoping that somehow that would jog her memory of who she once was.

"It's too late for me," she admitted. A few tears fell from her face as she turned away. She didn't want to look at him anymore when he was locked up. Dean spent a number of minutes just watching her before deciding to eat the food she brought him. He checked everything for things like pills or evidence of poison but found none, and ate his meal. It didn't taste good but it stayed in his stomach like a stone in a river.

"Thank you, " he whispered, unsure if he should say anything.