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Raven Chapter 2 – Seeking the Inner Demon
Sam quickly packed and placed his possessions in the trunk of the vintage dark blue mustang Bobby had given him. The car was in good shape and made it easier for Sam to get around. He remembered the old man’s lecture before he gave him the keys to the car. The young hunter touched the back of his head at the memory, the feeling of his friends ever present ball cap as it hit him made him smile. Bobby had insisted after he found out Sam was hitch hiking his way across country that he take the car, “…after all only and idjit would hitchhike with all those demons on the loose!”.
Their friend had also made sure Sam was well stocked for weapons. Included in the stash were some of the ones he had left with the Impala. It was another sign that Dean still cared but that really wasn’t enough for him any more.
That was the main reason he was ignoring the warning bells and going on this hunt. He had to know if he could be near a demon without the hunger that had been present in Colorado. As he sat in the car, he pulled out his cell phone. It was time to make two phone calls.
His finger hovered over the first number as he wondered if maybe this time he’d get a live response. As he pushed the button he was soon met with the same greeting he’d gotten for the past month. With a sigh he quickly left his message.
“Hey Dean, I ah heard you were hurt. Listen, I know you don’t want to hear this but you gotta slow down and let yourself heal. If you need me, you know how to reach me and Dean, I’m gonna be going on a hunt with Wade. He says he’s found demon sign in North Ridge Montana. We’re only a few hours away so by the time you get this I’ll probably already be on the hunt. Maybe…well, I’ll call you when it’s over. Keep safe and listen to Ellen for once.” Sam paused before he ended the call. “Jerk”
He shook his head and quickly dialed Bobby. The hunter had left a message for him to call him but he hadn’t said it was urgent. He was probably just check in to make sure he was still breathing. As the phone rang he was surprised to get voice mail as well. Since the older hunter had been confined to a wheelchair he’d stayed home most of the time. Shaking off a sense of worry, he quickly left a similar message for their friend. In a way this was better since he figured Bobby wouldn’t approve either.
He dropped his phone back in his pocket and drove to meet up with Wade. After he finished this hunt maybe he’d take a break at Bobby’s and with luck his brother would be there as well.
Bobby Singer wasn’t in a good mood. He’d been trying to get hold of Dean and Sam for over a day and neither one of the idjits were answering his phone. As he threw the wrench into his toolbox he gazed at the new van that had become his mode of transportation. Dean had stopped by and spent a week getting the vehicle in shape, including the installation of the hand controls that allowed the hunter to drive.
The problem was, he didn’t have much need to drive anywhere. He’d adapted as best he could but in the end he was still trapped and almost useless to the ones who needed them most. He looked skyward and cursed the angel that had laid this on him. Sam had told him he was still looking for a way to reverse it, but as the months dragged on the old hunter was afraid it would be a permanent condition.
“Damn Winchesters!” Bobby cursed as he realized he’d need someone to help him close the hood. Dean was supposed to have stopped by to help him but he’d been laid up for an extra day. Ellen had reported he was fine but wasn’t in any shape to drive. But that didn’t mean the boy couldn’t call. Just as he was getting ready to call it a day he heard the sound of a familiar engine. He turned his chair and couldn’t help the smile that appeared at the sight of the black muscle car coming down his driveway. At least one of his boys was home and with luck, the other would be on the way soon.
The squeak of the door announced Dean’s arrival. “Hey old man, you need a hand?”
“Looks like you’re the one that needs one boy. I thought Ellen told you to stay put?” Bobby rolled his chair forward and met his young friend half way.
“You called and I figured I’d just stop in to make sure you were eating your Wheaties and staying out of trouble.” Dean remarked as he clasped a hand on the old hunter’s shoulder.
“Have you heard of a phone? I can’t afford many more gray hairs so next time--return the call.” Bobby groused as he turned and moved back towards the van. A moment later Dean joined him and looked inside.
“You done?” The comment covered more than the van but Bobby chose to ignore it.
“Yeah, close the hood and join me inside. We need to talk.” Bobby didn’t wait but wheeled up the ramp Sam had made for him during one of his visits. Between the two boys, they had managed to make his home accessible. But neither one of them had managed to be at his place together. As the days turned into months the surrogate father wondered if he should intercede but then he remembered who he was dealing with. John Winchester’s stubbornness had obviously spread to his sons. He watched as Dean automatically checked to make sure the wards they had placed were still in tact as he entered the room.
“So old man, what was so urgent?” Dean asked as he closed the door and moved towards the fridge. He pulled out two beers and handed one to Bobby.
They both took a sip before Bobby sighed and looked at his young friend. “I’ve heard some rumblings from the hunting community. I wanted to warn both of you to keep your eyes and ears open.”
“What do you mean Bobby?” Dean leaned forward, his hand on the beer bottle clenched tighter.
“I mean a couple of hunters were spouting off about how they were planning to get to the bottom of what happened that night. They’re talking about finding Sam.” Bobby looked up and watched as the older Winchester paled.
“Did you warn Sam?” Dean asked tersely.
“Of course I tried to, but just like you he didn’t return my call. It’s not the kind of thing I like to leave on voice mail—we all know how messages can be changed…” Bobby still couldn’t believe the trouble that had been caused when the message Dean left for Sam had been altered. He’d discovered during one of the early visits with Sam. The kid had told him what Dean had said in the message, even played it for Bobby. When he had told Dean, he believed the kid when he claimed it wasn’t what he sent. Since then, the old hunter had been leery of leaving important messages on the darn machines.
“Okay, so Sam hasn’t called. Didn’t he say he was hunting a ghost in Montana?” Dean leaned back and tried to look relaxed but he didn’t fool Bobby. He could see the old big brother peeking through the mask the man so carefully wore.
“Yeah, but he should have had that tied up already. I’ll try him again later today unless the idjit calls…” Bobby took another sip before he set back and looked at the oldest Winchester. He could see the damage the life was doing to the man. He was looking worn and the glint that used to reside in his eyes was now dull with fatigue.
“We could go find him…” Bobby said softly. He’d said this before and wasn’t surprised when Dean shook his head.
“No, we have to trust him Bobby. He’ll call in as soon as the hunt is complete. In the meantime, do you know who the hunters were?”
Bobby sighed but decided now wasn’t the time to push. It was hard being patient but he also knew the boys couldn’t be forced back together this time. They had to decide to hunt again on their own or it would just end up the same way—maybe worse. “One of them is a rogue hunter named Dodger, he’s every bit as mean as your old friend Gordon—in fact, he might be a bit worse if you get my drift. He’s gotten a few other hunters to listen to his theories. I can understand some of them, but the one that floored me was Wade.”
“Don’t know the man, does Sam know him?” Dean leaned forward again.
“Yeah, he and Sam did a job shortly after you…” Bobby paused and swallowed before he continued. “…well anyway. I was glad Sam was getting back on the road and Wade has always been level headed. It was shortly after that hunt that Sam disappeared. Anyway--I don’t know why he’d be hanging out with that bunch of yahoo’s”
“So do we need to worry about other hunters as well?” Dean’s shoulders were tense and his eyes looked tired.
“No, the rest are too busy trying to keep a lid on things. Even if they suspect, my guess is the fact that Sam is out there fighting just as hard says more than anything else.” Bobby stopped and noticed the look of guilt on Dean’s face. He shook his head at the stubbornness of the Winchester men.
“Can you check to see where they’re at? I mean if they’re not in Montana then we have time to warn Sammy.” Dean replied as he stood and gazed out the window. Bobby wheeled over to the bank of phones and noticed that his message light was lit. “Hold on, maybe the idjit called.”
Dean watched as Bobby quickly pushed the replay button on the message machine. Both men went silent as they heard the youngest Winchester’s voice.
“Hey Bobby, I hope you’re okay. Anyway, I’m sorry I missed your call but wanted to let you know I finished the hunt and I’m joining up with Wade to track down a demon in North Ridge Montana. I might not be able to contact you again until after we finish. Oh and Bobby, do me a favor and check on Dean.” There was a slight pause before the hunter continued. “Wade told me he was—ah, that Ellen was taking care of him. Please Bobby, if it’s serious let me know…I know he wouldn’t want me there but…ah…never mind. I’ll call you back when I’m done.”
Dean dropped the rest of his beer into the trash and began to head for the door. “Where do you think you’re going boy?” Bobby called as he wheeled after him.
“North Ridge Montana…” Dean said as he exited the door. Bobby glanced at the empty room and making a decision followed his surrogate son out the door.
“Not by yourself boy, not this time…” Bobby wheeled down the ramp and called out to Dean’s retreating back. “Hold up Dean—I’m coming with!”
Sam threw his duffle bag on the single bed in the room and headed to wash up. Wade had the connecting room next door so they could work together. While it would have been easy enough for both of them to share a room, he still felt funny letting anyone else but Dean sleep in the same room. As he washed his face he wondered how his brother was doing. He wanted to just forget this hunt and head to Bobby’s so badly it hurt. Yet, he couldn’t leave Wade after he agreed to help him. He’d have to hurry up with the research so they could get this done quickly.
A soft knock at the connecting door caused him to hurry from the bathroom. He opened the door and smiled at his friend. “Hey Wade, just washing up.”
“You want to grab something to eat or order in?” Wade asked as he entered the room.
“Do you mind if we order in? I kind of want to get this one done so I can check on Dean.” Sam replied honestly.
“Sure, I understand. I was surprised you weren’t on your way there already. Is he still in the same place or would he head for Singer’s?” Wade paused but when Sam didn’t add anything he shrugged and continued. “I’ll order, you start researching okay?” He passed a folder to Sam and then returned to his room.
The young hunter quickly scanned the contents and had to agree it did sound like something strange was going on. There had been reports of people who normally were upright citizens suddenly doing things like robbing jewelry stores and attacking complete strangers. Afterwards each person claimed they didn’t remember why they had done it. The problem was, he couldn’t be sure if it was just one demon who was meat suit hopping, or more than one. Everything pointed to demon possession, but he knew other entities that could also have the same effect.
Making some notes, he figured the first place to start was some of the victim’s homes. If it was a demon, there would be other signs. If not, then they’d need more information to narrow down the list of suspects. Just in case he decided to research the area for any anomalies. As he began to check the usual sites, he heard his friend Wade come back through the connecting door.
“I’m pretty sure we’re dealing with some kind of demon, but we’ll need to visit…” Sam felt a sharp pain in his neck followed by the room spinning crazily around him. As he turned, he shuddered as he realized his mistake too late.
“I think we can forget about the research Sammy—you’ve found me!” Wade smirked as his eyes turned pitch black.
Sam stood and tried to grab the demon, but his body refused to obey. The last thing he heard before darkness took him was the demon’s laugh.
“Dodger are you sure about this?” Tom asked once more as they checked over the large abandoned warehouse. In the center of the room stood a chair that had been bolted to the ground and had heavy restraints attached to the arms and legs. Off to the side stood a table with different knives and other tools of torture that made the hunter shiver at the thought of what kind of damage they could do. Finally, in the center of the room chains were looped through a pulley from the ceiling.
“I’m sure--but if you don’t have the stomach for it, then you better go now. Wade just called and he’s bringing the package in.” The large man pushed the sweat stained cowboy hat back from his forehead. He was in his late forties but had the build of a man half his age. It was clear he’d lived a hard life from the scars on his face and arms.
Tom’s mind went back to his first introduction to the supernatural world ten months earlier. His brother had been killed by a werewolf while he had watched. Just before the wolf made him his next meal, Dodger had shown up and killed the beast. Unfortunately it had been too late for his brother. He blinked away the memory as he shook his head. “No, I believe you Dodger. If you think he can lead us to Lucifer, then we need to at least try.”
“That’s right boy, ‘aint no room now for hesitation. Accordin’ to Wade that boy not only opened the door, but he drank demon blood to do it. He made his self into a monster and don’t deserve no pity as far as I’m concerned.” Dodger spit on the floor and wiped his mouth with the back of hand.
“Okay, I’m in.” Tom said quietly as he heard the sound of the large door rolling aside to admit the black van. “Besides, it looks like the package has arrived.”
Dodger smiled as the van pulled up and the door opened to reveal the other hunter. “Did he give you any trouble?”
Wade turned and smiled before he turned back and opened the side panel door. “No, he never saw it coming. Help me get him to the chair…”
The two hunters dragged the unconscious form from the van. The mop of brown hair covered the man’s face as they quickly pulled him across the floor. A few minutes later, the young Winchester was place in the chair. Wade walked to the table and returned with a knife. He made quick work of removing the boy’s shirts leaving him bare chested. Next he pulled off Sam’s shoes and socks followed by his jeans. Dodger quickly secured their captive to the chair and stepped back.
“How long before the drug wears off Wade?” Tom asked as he gazed at the unconscious form of the man who was being accused of causing the end of the world. As he looked closer, he couldn’t help but wonder how a boy so young had managed to do so much damage. For the second time he wondered if they were doing the right thing.
“He’ll be out of it for a bit yet. Time enough for us to grab some food.” Wade replied as he slapped his hand on the hunter’s back. “How about you go out and grab some take-out while Dodger and I finish getting things ready here?”
Tom couldn’t help the shiver that ran through him as he nodded. “Sure, you guys want the usual?” As both men nodded the nervous hunter pulled out his keys and headed for door.
“Don’t forget the beer Tom!” Dodger called out as he turned and began to help Wade prepare.
Deciding to walk to the local take-out, Tom turned away from his car and headed down the deserted street. The restaurant was only about a mile down the road near the highway. As he continued to walk he couldn’t help feeling something was wrong. He’d heard about the Winchesters from other hunters he’d come across and none of them had a bad word to say about the demon hunting brother’s. In fact, he recalled one hunter remarking on how they had divided up so they could handle more hunts.
He’d been there when Wade had approached Dodger. The tale he spun about Sam Winchester had seemed impossible at first but the man had too many details and it couldn’t be coincidence that the boy had been present for more than one demonic door opening ceremony. Of course, when he agreed to come along he thought they were going to just talk to the man.
His hand fingered the cell phone in his pocket as he moved into an alley. Maybe he should do some more checking before he got any further involved. He owed Dodger, but that didn’t mean he would take a life for him. Especially one he wasn’t sure was guilty. Decision made he pulled out the phone and dialed.
“Hey Bobby, this is Tom Sorrenson. I’m in North Ridge Montana with Dodger and I think I might be in over my head here. “
“Where exactly are you Tom?” Bobby’s voice sounded terse.
“I’m on a hunt Bobby but…” Tom heard someone talking in the background before another voice came on the line.
“This is Dean Winchester and I know you have my brother. Now you’re gonna tell me where he is or so help me god…” The cold anger he heard on the other end of the line made his skin go cold. He’d heard how good a hunter Dean Winchester was and knew if he wanted to find him, he would. He heard Bobby’s voice in the background before the old hunter came back on the phone.
“Listen Tom, Sam Winchester is innocent of whatever that fool Dodger is feeding you with. Now tell me where he is before you get yourself into something you’ll regret.”
Tom looked down and sighed. He really couldn’t kill a man, especially the way Dodger was aiming to do it. Besides, he’d heard Bobby Singer was above reproach in the hunting community. He should have checked with him before this but maybe he could make it right now.
“Look, we’re in a warehouse—argh!” Tom cried out as a sharp pain raced through his spine. The phone dropped from his hands as his knees met the pavement. He groaned as something lodged in his shoulder and then there was no pain only darkness as he fell forward. It took a moment for his mind to catch up with what had happened. He’d been shot in the back. He rolled over and gazed up at the man he’d trusted and shivered as he saw the warm brown eyes turn to black.
“So, who were you talking to?” Wade asked as he picked up the broken phone before tossing it aside again. Tom screamed as the man kicked him in the side. He felt a rib break as his breathing became more labored. “I’m not going to ask you again. I can either end you easy or let you suffer. Maybe we practice on you first huh?”
Tom blinked before he replied, his voice a mere whisper as he struggled for air. “Ellen—but—but…” another blow hit his side and he felt another pain race through his damaged chest.
“What did you tell her?” Wade pulled him up close, his eyes glaring dangerously in the late afternoon light.
“Nnnothing—not there—out—out of town—Jo didn’t know where—wouldn’t tell—wouldn’t…” Tom’s voice left him as he gazed at the man who he once considered a friend. He felt the hard cement hit the back of his head as the demon dropped him back on the ground and looked at him with disgust.
“I knew I couldn’t trust you Tom. Good thing your friend Dodger has a mean streak in him. He’ll do what I want without question and after he convinces the whole hunting community that Dean Winchester is just as corrupt as his brother, he’ll join you…” Tom tried to speak but his voice was lost along with his soul. He only hoped the demon believed his lie and that he would get a chance to see his own brother again as he let the darkness take him.
Sam groaned as he blinked to clear the fuzziness from his vision. His tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of his mouth and his head pounded in time to his heart beat. He tried to reach up to keep his brain from falling out of his skull only to find out he was tied to a chair. He tugged against the restraints holding him but there was no give in the bindings.
He tried to remember what happened when suddenly he realized. The demon they’d been hunting had found a new home, in Wade. The problem was; how was he supposed to get the bastard out without hurting his friend. His mind went back to how it had been with Ruby. This wouldn’t have been a problem back then but now? Now he would most likely have to kill a good man just to get rid of the demon.
The old feelings began to rise in him, the need to have control, to be able to be on a level playing field in a world where he was David taking on Goliath. But just as quickly self loathing rose to squelch it. It was the same justification he used before and it had felt right to him. After all, that is what both his father and brother had drilled into him since he was old enough to hunt. Save as many as they could by killing the things no one wanted to see.
He thought he was doing the right thing, but since he’d been on his own he began to realize his father had also told him to keep the bigger picture in mind. It wasn’t fair that some had to die, he remembered during the last hunt Dean had even told him there was nothing he could do to save those teens. How many times had his brother and father both tried to save the innocent person but if there was no other choice, they had killed.
The sudden jerking of his head as a hand grabbed him by the hair caused the young hunter to gasp. “It’s ‘bout time you decided to join the party Sam.”
“Who—who are you?” Sam stuttered he caught a glimpse of a man wearing a cowboy hat. It had to be another hunter, but he’d never met the man. As the cowboy’s fist connected with his cheek, he felt something shatter. The pain brought a tear to his eye as the first hit was soon followed by another to the opposite side of his face.
“I’m the one whose gonna make you wish you was never born you demon blood sucker. But first, you’re gonna tell me where we can find your new master…”
“Christo!” Sam called out as he saw the man’s face for the first time. He didn’t know whether to be happy or scared that there was no reaction.
“How dare you! I’m not the one on trial here. Now why don’t you just make it easy on everyone and admit you are working for Lucifer. I promise to make your death a quick one.”
“No! I didn’t…” Sam groaned as a fist landed in his stomach making him gasp for air.
“Don’t lie to me boy!” The hunter yelled, his eyes cold as stone. “Now once again, where is your new master!”
“I don’t know…” Sam gasped out.
“Fine, we’ll do this the hard way. Maybe you need a little more persuasion. I wonder how that demon blood of yours will react to consecrated iron?” The man pulled out a gun and held it against Sam’s thigh.
“NO! Please…” Sam struggled against the bonds holding him but the sound of the gun being cocked caused him to stop. He couldn’t tell the man what he wanted. An air of defeat settled on the young hunter as he realized on some level he deserved everything that was about to happen. He was just glad Dean wasn’t around to see it. Sam swallowed as he watched the man’s finger caress the trigger, the sound of a shot echoed in the room followed by someone screaming.
It took a moment for Sam to realize the person who had screamed was him as the pain in his leg blossomed. “I got plenty of ammo here boy, so once again—are you going to admit you were conspiring with that bitch Ruby all along to release Lucifer and end the world?”
“Please…” Sam tried again, the pain of being beaten and shot making it difficult for him to process any coherent thoughts.
“Fine, guess we need to try again.”
The silence of the warehouse was once again broken by the sound of a gun shot.