He's Got Plans for You
Dean pulled away after a few seconds of not thinking- of being completely engulfed in the kiss. In her touch, in her hair, in her lips. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..." He stood, putting as much distance between them as he could in such a little room.
"No, no," Megan looked down at the floor again, wiping her lips. "Totally my fault,"
Dean sighed, glancing over at Megan. She kept looking over at him and looking away again. No, it's really not... He thought about his wanna-be "fling" with the shape shifter, and the dream-Megan from his mind. He'd been wanting to do that for a while, even if he didn't want to admit it. It was pretty obvious now. "I should... go find Sam. He'll wanna see how I'm feeling..."
Megan shook her head, standing up. "No, no, you should lay down. I'll go get him." She half-smiled as she brushed past him on her way out the door.
Dean didn't have a chance to reply before she was gone. "Dammit," Dean pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, internally berating himself. "Stupid, stupid," He muttered under his breath.
Megan slowed her pace after she was far away from the room. The hotel was huge, and there was plenty of space to put in between herself and Dean. "Idiot," She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity. What was she thinking? She was traveling with these boys. She was close to them- sure. But not... intimate... There was no way this would work out between them- and then what?
She made it to the staircase and realized she hadn't even looked for Sam, yet. "Sam? Sam, you there?" She called back into the hall. Must be upstairs...
She made her way up, and walked the hall, calling for him. Nothing. "Maybe he's sleeping." Still not worried, she kept going up until she reached the final floor- and still hadn't found him. She double-checked the rooms on her way down.
"The Impala!" She realized. He had probably went outside for something. Megan wasn't thrilled about leaving the safety of the building, but she wanted him to check on Dean. And she wanted someone around other than the two of them.
Meanwhile, Dean sat in his room, staring at the wall. It was taking a long time for Megan to return with Sam, but he figured she was taking her time to avoid him.
Suddenly, Megan poked her head through his door. She was frowning. "Dean...uh, I can't find your brother."
Dean raised one eyebrow. "What? How could you not find him? Where could he be?" He strained to not make his voice accusatory. It wasn't her fault- he was just worried.
Megan shook her head. "I don't know. I checked everywhere- I even went into the basement..."
Dean jumped up from the bed, ignoring the dizziness and lightheadedness that came with the movement. "The dork. Always getting himself lost..." He muttered. "Come on."
"Dammit. Damn it, damn it, SAM!" Dean stomped his foot on the ground like a child throwing a temper tantrum. Where the hell could Sam have gone? Dean was supposed to be looking out for the kid, and now he's God knows where. It didn't even make any sense. Unless...
"Would he have... gone for a walk or something?" Megan suggested.
"For this long?" He growled. Dean knew what had happened to his brother. "No. It was the demon. I know it."
"The Demon? As in..."
"Yes. That one. He has my brother, and we are going to find him."
When Sam woke up, the first thing he noticed was his pounding headache. In fact, for a few moments, his headache was all he could think about. Oh my god, this really hurts. I need an aspirin. These lights are way too bright. Dean really needs to shut up with all the noise.
It wasn't until he thought of Dean, that he realized something was up. Painfully, he peeled open his eyes, trying to see past the glaring lights from in front of him. Flashlights... He was sitting in an uncomfortable wooden chair, in what seemed like an empty house. "Wha- what's going on?" He mumbled. As his eyes adjusted, he made out two men and a woman standing in front of him. The woman held the flashlight, and was pointing it straight at him.
"Mornin', Sammy," One of the men smirked. "Boss is gonna be real happy you're awake."
"He's got plans for you, big boy." The woman came closer to him, and for the first time Sam noticed her pitch black eyes. She reached forward and caressed his cheek. Instinctively, he tried to reach out and grab her hand, but his hands and legs were tied down. "Not so fast. He didn't want you going anywhere just yet."
The woman backed away, and Sam saw someone else across the room. Another man about Sam's age was tied up in a chair just like Sam's. He wore a torn up army uniform, and looked in even worse condition than Sam did. "How many people you got tied up in here?" Sam snapped.
One of the demons glanced over at the other man, who seemed to be unconscious, and then back at Sam. "Just the two of you... now, anyway. There were more, but... well, you'll see."
All of a sudden, the door beside Sam burst open. The demons surrounding him stopped smiling abruptly, and straightened their backs. Before he even saw the guy, Sam knew it had to be the demon. "Well, well, well. My favorite is finally here," The demon quipped as he strutted into the room. Sam turned and his eyes followed him as he made his way slowly toward Sam.
"What do you want with me?" Sam growled, his jaw clenched. He wanted nothing more than to jump out of this God damn chair and rip his throat out. He wanted to end this here. But instead, all he could do is strain against the rope wound too tightly on his wrists, and try and buy himself some time.
The demon smirked, his yellow eyes gleaming as he watched Sam struggle. "What do I want from you, Sammy boy? Well, I just want you to do what you were born to do." He answered, as if that explained anything.
"Oh, yeah? And what's that?"
The demon narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. Instead, he motioned to the other man tied up. "You boys grow up so fast, you know that?" He went on. "It's a shame so many of my special children didn't make it here... this whole 'zombie apocalypse' thing really hurt my plans, you know."
"What do you mean?" Sam demanded. He had almost completely untied the rope on his hands. His feet were another problem, but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it. For now, he needed the demon to monologue some more.
"You were all born leaders. You were all meant for greatness. But some... didn't make it. Those who did were brought here. One by one. I had to see which one was stronger- which one could survive the longest. Now you two are the last one's up." The demon turned his attention to his minions. "You know what to do." He said, simply. The others nodded, and then all three left the room.
"You see, Sam, only one of you is making it out of this place alive, you understand? It's either you are Jake over there." At the mention of his name, Jake began to stir. When he opened his eyes, he didn't seem surprised by his surroundings. He had done this before- probably with some other "special child."
"That's what you think." Sam countered.
Suddenly, the three demons were back, but they weren't alone. Each were holding a short rope that was attached to a zombie. The zombies were growling and trying to reach for the demons, but the rope secured their arms down, and they were too far away to bite. The tossed the zombies into the room and all three of them fell over. "No, Sam. I know." The demon motioned for the other demons to follow him out the door. "Good luck Sam. You too, Jake. You're gonna need it." Before he left, he glanced back and forth between the two defenseless men, grinned, and then snapped his fingers. The ropes, being the only thing keeping the zombies from attacking them, disappeared.
The door slammed shut.