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CROSSROADS	By : Mystic75 Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Supernatural or any of the characters from the show. I own the OFC only I am not making money from this work. WARING! CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF RAPE AND VIOLENCE!

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It took Sam nearly a full day to find Cassie's father. He moved around quite a bit after he traded Cassie to save his own skin. It seemed he was afraid that the demon would come back for him and stupidly thought he could outrun him. It wasn't easy to find him, but over the years, Sam had built up a pretty large web of connections throughout the country and eventually found him living in a run down mobile home in a trailer park just outside of Charlotte, North Carolina.
"Can't you drive any faster, Dean?", Sam whined as Dean flew down the highway. Sam sat in the passenger seat chewing on his fingernails, his right knee bouncing up and down frantically. He hadn't slept in 2 days and he had dark circles under his eyes. Dean was worried that if they couldn't get Cassie back, Sam would really lose it
"I'm already going 20 over the speed limit, Sam!", Dean grumbled. "You want me to get pulled over? You know that would hold us up even longer and would only lead to questions we don't want to answer!" Dean tried to keep one eye on the road and one eye on his brother. He didn't want to think about what might happen to him if this all went south. Sam looked at Dean with pleading eyes and then back out the window. "We'll get here back Sam. I promise". Dean hated making promises that he didn't know if he could keep, but he didn't know what else to say.
The whole trip was filled with a very uneasy silence and it seemed like Sam's fragile sanity coiled tighter and tighter with each passing mile. By the time they reached the North Carolina state line, Sam looked like an over wound spring ready to let loose. He sat rocking back and forth in his seat, chewing on fingernails that had already been chewed down to the quick.
"Sammy, you have got to get a grip on yourself!", Dean growled. "You're gonna be useless to her if you don't pull it together!" Sam pulled his finger out of his mouth and sat up straight in the seat. He took several deep breaths and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. "You OK Sammy?", Dean asked, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam just nodded. He wasn't sure what would come out of his mouth if he tried to speak, so he stayed silent. He just stared out the windshield at the road.
Sam only felt like he could breathe again when they pulled into the trailer park. They parked in front of the rattiest trailer in the whole place. The wooden stairs were eaten through by termites and rot and the screen-less screen door was hanging by the bottom hinge. The windows were so caked with dirt that they were impossible to see through. The trashcan near the front door was overflowing with liquor bottles and beer cans.
Dean and Sam walked up to the door and Dean had to tread lightly on the stairs to keep from falling through the slats. He knocked loudly on the door and it rattled on it's hinges. A man's voice could be heard spewing curses and the noises of shifting couch springs as the man got up from it. Dean was still standing on the stairs when the door slowly opened and he was suddenly looking down the barrel of a 44 that was mere inches from his face. All the air was suddenly sucked from Dean's lungs like he was in a vacuum. Dean's hands flew up in the air and he gasped, trying to breathe.
"WHOA!", Dean wheezed. "Take it easy there guy!" The wide eyes of a very skinny, dirty, and unshaven man stared back at him and Dean could see the gun shaking as the terrified man tried not to drop it from his sweaty hands. His eyes shifted from Dean and over to Sam frantically and back again. "Look! We're not hear to hurt you! You're Charles Blake, right?"
"Who...who wants to know?", the man's trembling voice whimpered back. His eyes looked like they were gonna jump right out of his head any second. Sam stepped closer to his brother and the man swung the gun around and pointed it at Sam. "STAY BACK!", the man screamed. "I WILL SHOOT YOU!" Sam was too tired and irritated to care about raising his hands. He rolled his eyes and his hand shot out grabbing the gun from the man's shaking hands. The man ran back through the open door, slamming and locking it behind him. Sam was truly angry now. He kicked open the door and went inside.
"SAM!, Dean shouted. "KEEP YOU COOL!" He followed Sam through the door and closed it. The man was cowering on the floor, against the wall between the couch and the end table. Sam reached down and grabbed the man by his dirty wife beater t-shirt and yanked him up off the floor. Dean grabbed his arm when he realized Sam meant to start pummeling his face. "Sammy, don't", Dean said quietly. "We need him". Sam dropped the man to the floor in a heap.
"PLEASE! DON'T HURT ME!", the man whined. Sam looked down at him in disgust. He had never seen a man less deserving of mercy in his life. To Sam he was worse than the lowest monster he had ganked and even though this man was technically human, Sam wanted to gank him more than anything in the world. Sam was breathing heavily through his nose, trying to calm the rage, roiling just under the surface. He walked away from the man and stood facing the door, willing himself to calm down.
"We're not here to hurt you", Dean growled. "We're hear about Cassie". The man's head shot up and his eyes were wide with fear.
"CASSIE!?", the man shrieked. "WHERE IS SHE? WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER?!" Sam spun around and stalked over to the man huddled on the floor. Sam stood over him and grabbed him by the shirt again.
"WHERE IS SHE?!", Sam repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm and rage. "WHERE IS SHE?!" Sam was shaking him viciously. "THE DEMON HAS HER, YOU FUCKING LITTLE COCKROACH!" Sam let go of him, shoving him back down hard to the floor. The man started sobbing into the the filthy carpeting. Sam backed away from him like he had a contagious disease. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT BASTARD IS DOING TO HER RIGHT NOW? DO YOU?", Sam screamed at him.
"I...I'm sorry!", the man whimpered, crawling on his hands and knees toward Sam. "I just...didn't want to die!" He blubbered and cried all over Sam's boots. Sam just stared down at him with cold eyes. He had no pity for this pathetic excuse for a human being. In Sam's eyes, this man was lower than a ghoul(which was at the very bottom of Sam's most disgusting monsters list).
"HEY!", Dean bellowed at the man, yanking him up off the floor by the back of his shirt. "We need your help to get her back. We need some of your blood to find her". The man started shaking his head from side to side frantically. Dean narrowed his eyes at the sniveling little man. The man wrenched himself away from Dean and backed himself into the corner of the room.
"I...I c-can't!", the man whimpered. "If he finds out that I helped you, he'll kill me! I CAN'T!" His eyes moved rapidly from one hunter to the other and he had his arms out stretched with his palms out, trying to keep them back. The brothers walked slowly toward him, trapping him in the corner. "NO! I WON'T DO IT! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Sam pulled a large syringe out of the pocket of his jacket.
"We're not asking, Shithead!", Sam growled. "We can do this the easy way, or the REAL easy way. It's up to you". The man didn't move, still holding his arms out in front of him. "Dean?", Sam said with a smirk. Sam didn't have to say another word. Dean lunged at the man in the corner, grabbing him around the middle. He threw the man to the ground and put a knee on his chest, holding an arm down with both hands.
"NOOOOO!", the man squealed like a little girl, writhing under Dean. Sam sat on his legs and searched for a vein, slapping the man's arm. He stuck the needle in and the man screamed like he was being murdered. Dean wished Sam would hurry up. He didn't think anyone around here would call the cops, but you never know. Sam pulled the syringe out, recapped it, and shoved it back in his pocket. The brothers got up, leaving the man cowering in the corner.
Nobody said a word as the brothers left.
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