Running Up That Hill Δ SPN [2]

019. DEMON DEAN

Cole gets done recounting how he met Dean, having seen the Winchester kill his father.

"And that was the night that Dean Winchester murdered my father. And that's... that's why he's gonna die." Cole states.

"I'm sorry." Sam tells him.

"I'm not looking for your sympathy, Sammy. I'm looking for your brother. So, why don't you tell me where Dean-o is, and then I'll let you and the little ones go." Cole says.

"That's not gonna happen." Sam says.

"Really? Now, you know your brother gave me the, uh, green light to put one between your eyes, right?" Cole asks. "And your daughter's... and his daughter's."

"Dean... Dean isn't Dean right now. Now, look, I don't know who you are--"

"Name's Cole. Listen, Sam... every night... since I was 13 years old... every night, I close my eyes and all I can see is your brother and all that blood... and my daddy. Now... I know Dean's family and all, but he gave you up. And you have no reason to protect him -- none. So help me. Please."

"Look, I'm sorry about your dad. Whatever happened... Dean had a reason. I don't know how to tell you this. There are monsters out there."

"You don't think I know that? I did two tours in Iraq. Special Ops, Darfur... The Congo. I've seen suicide bombers and child soldiers so hopped up on speed that they could barely talk! Oh, but they could sure as hell shoot an A.K."

"Not that kind of monster."

"Don't tell me about monsters! Cause I've met my share."

"I mean vampires! All right? Werewolves. Monster... monsters. Look in the bag." Sam nods to his duffel bag. "Go on. Take a look. It's right there." Cole goes over and digs through it, pulling out the flask of holy water.

"I guess even psychos need to hydrate." Cole says.

"It's holy water." Sam informs.

"Holy cow." Cole rolls his eyes.

"Look, I'm not a psycho. And I'm not lying."

"Well, you see, that's exactly what a psycho liar would say, so... see my dilemma? I guess... we are just gonna have to do this the other way." Cole says, grabbing the hammer.

~ ~ ~

Cole is torturing Sam as Ophelia sits with her eyes squeezed shut, trying to tune out the sounds of her uncle's cries of pain. Libby is crying, Cole having put duct tape over her mouth to muffle her sobs, though she doesn't have as much tape as Ophelia on.

"Where's Dean, Sam? Where is he?" Cole asks, punching him. "Where is he?!" Cole chokes Sam with one hand, his other pushing on Sam's injured shoulder, the man screaming in pain.

"Shove it up your ass." Sam says, gasping for air.

"Okay." Cole lets him go. "Okay. Okay, okay. I guess it's time to crank up the volume, then. Huh?" Cole punches Libby, a muffled cry of pain escaping her. "Wanna watch me hurt your baby, Sammy? Come on. Where is he?!" He asks, punching Libby again.

Before Sam can protest or Cole can punch the girl again, his phone rings.

"Ain't you a lucky bunch?" Cole asks. He grabs his phone and goes outside to answer it.

"Bessie?" Sam calls, getting the sobbing girl's attention. "Hey, hey, you'll be okay. I'm so sorry. It'll be okay." He whispers to her. "Oph? You good?" She tries to talk, it only coming out a muffled mess due to the tape. "I'll ask again later."

"Go ahead. Put him on. Hey. Hey, big guy. How you doing? Now, no, no. Listen, daddy's really busy right now, okay?" They hear Cole say.

"Oph, get us out." Sam whispers. Ophelia focuses, it taking a few moments longer than usual, but the zip ties all break. Sam pulls Libby to her feet and lets go of her to help Ophelia up, quickly ushering them both out.