Abandoned

chapter six

Sam grabbed a bag from his closet and stuffed it with his clothes and some food to bring with him. If Dean was indeed in danger, then he needed to be there for him and keep him safe. They’d been together for as long as he could remember and he wasn’t about to let anything bad happen to him. After getting everything ready, Sam walked out of his room into the dark halls of the house. His parents were fast asleep and it gave him a chance to find Dean, grabbed a piece of paper from the shelf in the hall, Sam turned on a light and wrote out a note to his parents telling them where he went. Folding it up he placed it by the coffee maker and turned off the light leaving the house in search of his brother. Sam called a taxi and thought about where Dean would have gone. The only other place that he could have gone would have been Bobby’s house. They always spent most summers there, and Bobby was like a second father to them. He climbed into the yellow taxi and told the driver where to go. By the time he arrived at Bobby’s junkyard he knew something was wrong, Bobby had come out of the house looking worried. Sam thanked the driver and paid him some money before getting out and made his way over to Bobby.
“Bobby?” Sam asked. “What happened? Have you seen Dean?”
“He was here not long ago,” Bobby explained. “I don’t know what happened, I only left for about ten minutes and he couldn't have gone far.” Sam walked into Bobby’s house and looked around the house for any signs that something must have gone wrong. Sam walked over to the other rooms and noticed that all the doors showed signs of being kicked open. He stepped into the last room and discovered that there had been a struggle and the umbrella laid on the opposite side of the room.
“Bobby!” Sam exclaimed and stepped out of the bedroom. “All the doors look like they’ve been kicked in and this last room there was a struggle.” Bobby didn’t answer at first since he wanted to be sure that the journal was still there, if it wasn’t then it meant that Dean’s father had taken him. To his misfortune the journal had been taken and his worries were confirmed, when Sam questioned him again Bobby was forced to answer.
“The journal is gone.” Bobby said.
“What journal?” Sam asked. “Bobby, what's a journal got to do with Dean?”
“It was his mother’s and if it’s gone, then it means his father was here.”
***
Ketch had brought his son to his house, parking the van in the driveway, he got out and slid the door open grabbing Dean by the arm and dragging him in. “Come on kid,” Ketch said and brought Dean into the house toward a bookshelf. Dean struggled constantly trying to break himself free from Ketch’s iron grip. “Quit moving!”
“Let go!” Dean exclaimed. He continued to fight against Ketch who got hit a few times whenever Dean tried to punch him. “I hate you!”
“Yeah yeah, I've heard it all before. But if you don’t quit moving and screaming I’ll go after the ones who took you in,” Ketch threatened. “Including that annoying boy, what was his name? Ah yes, Sam Winchester.”
“Over my dead body,” Dean declared. “If you lay a single hand on them I’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth!” Ketch only laughed at the teen’s back talk, he pulled a loose book from the shelf and the bookshelf slid open revealing a set of stairs leading down. He led the teen downstairs until they were in a whole other room. The doors that were in the halls weren’t covered in bars per say, but the doors did have a small window on it. Ketch opened one of the doors and brought Dean inside where he removed the zip ties and shoved his son inside before stepping out.
“You know my first option was that I could have killed you, but after seeing the way you fight,” Ketch explained. “Turns out you might be useful after all, enjoy your stay son because you won’t be seeing much light.” Dean didn’t respond, instead he spat on Ketch’s floor, hoping that it would annoy his supposed father. Ketch caught onto Dean’s intentions but left his son alone slamming the door in Dean’s face, so that he could finish what he was planning. While Toni was a pain in his neck, her brainwashing technique with venom was effective, but he didn’t want to use it too soon, so starting small and using torture was his best bet. Ketch walked out of his secret room and went to check on Toni who was currently in the torture chamber taking care of her equipment.
Once he stepped inside, he could see that Toni was indeed cleaning most of her torture tools. While some of them were effective, there were a few that would also help out. Mental manipulation was one of those, even a whip. Toni was the best person he could at least get to do it.
“Toni!” Ketch said as he approached the blonde who had stopped what she was doing and turned around. The torture room was dark and damp on the ceiling were chains and bars that kept the victim in place. “I’m glad I caught you.” She let out a heavy groan and spoke with an edge in her voice.
“What do you want?” She asked. “I’m in the middle of cleaning my equipment.”
“I understand,” Ketch responded. “But I wanted to let you know that i’ve brought in a new teen, I’ve been tracking him for a while, and saw how he fights but he isn’t loyal enough, I want you to use what you know about torture to change his perspective. Can you do that?” Toni looked at him as if she was looking for anything that she could use against him, it wasn’t anything new she was always looking for a way to expose him. She remembered how careless Ketch had been in his youth and figured this teen might be his son, so she smiled and said she would do her worst.
“Alright I’ll start with my favorite Pharmacological and physical torture,” Toni responded. “If my methods don’t work I’ll use psychological torture,” she continued. “You on the other hand better not stay in here, I don’t want an audience.” Toni left after that to retrieve Dean and once she saw him, she knew her suspicions from earlier were correct.
“Who the hell are you?” Dean asked.
“My name is Toni sweetie and let’s just say things are about to get a lot harder for you.” Toni grabbed Dean by the arm and dragged him out even though he was trying to writhed his arm free but he was brought to a torture room, Toni forced Dean’s hands gainst the pole above him and chained him up instantly.
***
Seeing the torture room was not on Dean’s agenda for the day. He never wanted any of this to happen, but the girl in front of him had a strange sparkle in her eyes like she was excited to start a torturing session.
“What is this place?” Dean asked as the chains rattled with every movement. “What do you want? You think I'm going to cave in to what that dick says? Forget it.”
“Oh don’t concern yourself with him sweetie,” Toni responded. She took out a bottle of something that smelled awful and rubbed it on his arm. “Soon you’ll find yourself far far away,” Dean didn’t know what she was up to but whatever she put on his arm made him feel dizzy. Toni turned away briefly to grab a syringe full of the same liquid and injected it into his arm. The effect was instant and Dean felt like a hundred bugs were crawling all over him, he tried not to scream but he couldn’t help it. “Hmm, an interesting reaction,” Toni said, writing down the results on a clipboard. “Usually I go as high as five doses but you only had one, tell me how do you feel?”
“Like I'm going to kick your ass as soon as I get free,” Dean threatened. “It’s going to take more than your serum to break me.”
“Interesting,” Toni responded, writing more info on her clipboard. “Shall we keep going? Or perhaps try something else?”
“Go fuck yourself bitch.” Dean said weakly. Toni gave him a fake sad expression and waited for the serum to wear off so that she could move onto her next method.
“I’m sure you’ve discovered my deep interest in pain,” Toni said. “So I want you to be totally honest with me on how my methods make you feel.”