Two Worlds Combine

Chapter 14

DEAN'S POV

 

It took about twenty minutes to reach the cabin. I didn't want to zap there for the fact someone could be keeping watch. The cabin was way bigger than I expected. There was three floors and I had no clue where the hell they were being held. Looks like I was going to have to do a bit of acting. 

I tore my clothes in a few places and made a couple of cuts for effect. I walked up to the door and started breathing hard, like I had just ran for miles. I knocked on the door as frantically as I could. There was a short pause before the door cracked. The man that answered the door opened it wider at the sight of me.

I looked through the kid's memories for a name. I rushed into the cabin, and I was still breathing hard. As I got a better look at the guy that answered the door the more I realized how big he was. He was as tall as Sammy, but his arms looked like bowling balls. There was worry displayed all over his face. "Jace, where the hell have you been? We thought you were dead." he said.

I bent over to my knees to seem like I was trying to catch my breath. "I- I ran into Dean Winchester. They're dead. The guys- they're all dead. Wayne, we got to get the hell out of here. He's way more powerful than we thought. He stepped through a devil's trap for God's sake like it was nothing." Wayne's eyes widened, but he didn't seem that shaken. 

"Jace, it's fine. We've got the bitch locked up tight in the last room upstairs. There's ten of us. I'm sure he can't take all of us." How many hunters there are? Check. Where's Deanna? Check. Now I just need to find out where Sam and Crowley are being held. I thought. I walked over to the open bottle of whiskey and downed a few sips. I pulled the bottle away from my new lips and looked at Wayne. "What about Sam Winchester, or Crowley?" 

There was a flash of suspicion on Wayne's face before he answered, "Sam's upstairs with Matt right now. He decided to see if he could get anything out of Sam after his failed attempt with Deanna. And Crowley's locked up in the cellar. Hey, you okay? Since when do you drink?" I paused for a split second to think of an excuse. Oh yeah, a hunter that doesn't drink. That makes sense. 

"Since I almost was killed by that asshole Dean Winchester. Since then." My answer seemed to appease his suspicions. He walked over and sat down in front of the arsenal laying on the old coffee table. I walked over to the staircase and looked up to the second floor. "I'm gonna go check to see how Matt's doing and get cleaned up." Wayne nodded in agreement and started cleaning the shotgun laying in front of him.

I walked upstairs and followed the sound of fists colliding with bone. I stopped at the third door on the left. I slowly opened the door to see some guy beating the shit out of Sammy. He was tied to a chair and there was a puddle of blood around him. I about lunged forward to kill the bastard right there, but then I remembered I had a cover. "Hey... uh... Matt, you want to take a break? I can take it from here." 

Matt turned around and looked at me. His face softened, "Yeah, that'd be great. Had me worried for a bit. Ya good?" I nodded and walked into the room more. He passed me and walked out. I closed the door and went back to Sam. "Sammy. Sammy, hey you okay?" I slapped his face a bit to get his attention. 

"Dean?" he struggled to say. I nodded and tore the ropes binding his wrists. "C'mon, we got to get you out of here." I said as I put his arm over my shoulder. As I slowly stood him up, he groaned in agony. "Wa- wait Dean. What about Deanna and Sam?" I looked up at him puzzled. "Samantha's here?" I said. He nodded just as he passed out.

"Son of a bitch." I laid Sam down slowly. I pulled the gun out from my waistband and laid it on his lap in case he woke up. I was gonna have to get everyone loose first if I was gonna get Sammy out. I knew Crowley was in the cellar so I'd have to start there.