Murder Mayhem

Chapter 29

Dean has his music blaring as he drives. It's the only thing keeping him distracted. He keeps imagining the worst about Cas. He doesn't think the copycat will kill Cas, at least not until Dean sees that he's alive. Not that Dean would even let the guy kill Cas. But there's no doubt he will torture Cas, and that's what worries Dean the most.

His phone continually rings as he drives. He knows it's Sam, but he doesn't have time to deal with all that right now. He needs to hurry up and get to his destination and find Cas. That's his priority, finding Cas and making Omundson suffer.

Dean drums his fingers on the steering wheel feeling more anxious as he gets closer. He pulls to a stop,  down the road from what looks to be an old farm that's no longer used. Dean creeps up on foot,  his blade in his hand. He scopes the property.

The house looks as if it hasn't been a home in many years, but the barn is still standing and looks to have a flickering light in the window,  maybe a flame of a candle. Dean sneaks to the barn and peeks through one of the windows.  It looks pretty empty. He notices that the stalls have been turned into cells. Cas has to be here.

Dean hates that the only way into the barn is the front entrance. The copycat is no doubt watching it,  waiting for Dean to arrive.  It's going to be a trap going in there.  He's smart enough to know that, but honestly he doesn't care. He is completely ready to face him.

Dean strides confidently to the front doors, to show that he isn't scared. He slides one door open with ease and steps in.  As he shuts the door behind him he can hear whimpering from one of the cells.  Dean rushes towards it immediately and freezes at the sight.

Cas is against the back wall, curled up and a chain wrapped around his ankle. He is covered in blood and a knife gripped in his hands, which are completely covered in nearly dried blood. A body lays nearby, the once red and white striped shirt is now completely red, a hat half covers the face,  it reads Weiner Hut and Dean can barely read the name tag,  which says Alfie.  Dean looks back at Cas,  who is still whimpering with his head down,  not knowing that it's Dean.

"Cas," Dean opens the door,  it's not even locked. Cas' head whips up upon recognizing Dean's voice. Pain and terror fill his eyes. "Cas,  what did he do?" Dean glances between Cas and "Alfie." 

"I didn't want to," Cas sobs. "He made me do it." Cas looks at the knife in his hands then up at Dean. "Dean,  I didn't want to do it." Dean realizes this was how the copycat decided to torture Cas. Not physical pain,  but breaking him mentally.

"Cas,  it's okay,  I don't blame you." Dean says softly. Dean glances at the body again. There are more stab wounds and blood than should be necessary.

He moves forward slowly, but Cas flinches anyways. He sees a padlock keeping the chain secure around Cas' ankle.

"Hey baby, it's okay,  I'm not gonna let anything else happen to you." Dean says gently as he crouches beside Cas, setting his blade on the ground.

"You weren't there," Cas sobs. "I called for you. I've been screaming for you."

"I'm so sorry, I tried to get here as fast as I could," Dean frowns. "Let me get this off of you." Dean reaches for the chain.  He is even more pissed when he sees how raw the skin is beneath the chain.

"I do believe you're going to need this to get him out." a sound of keys jangling sounds behind Dean. Dean stands and whirls around and steps out of the cell.  Omundson is standing in the middle of the barn,  looking at Dean smugly.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Dean growls as he steps forward. He realizes he didn't grab his blade upon standing,  and now it's too late to get it.