Chapter 5: Abducted
“We can take their car instead. We’ll drive together to where we left
the van, then we’ll split up and take back both vehicles to
the Temple” Dave explained.
Hearing that caused Dean to shout a renewed bunch of insults and protests. Of course,
the gag did its job and all that could be heard were angry muffled grunts.
“It would be a shame to abandon such an amazing car, I agree”, said Jim thoughtfully. “However, how can we transport these two in
the van? I’m not comfortable sitting next to them. Even restrained as they are”, he added after glancing at Dean, who was still struggling wildly.
“No need. According to our research,
the trunk of their old crate is large enough to contain a body. I even suspect that these two chose this car for this feature. Anyway, when there’s room for one, there’s room for two...”
“MMM MHHMOU MMA MMMHH MMWWAHHH MMM MMMOMM MM M MMM”
What Dean was trying to say was “How dare you talk about my baby like this, you son of a bitch”. Of course
the outcome was nothing understandable, his tongue being blocked by
the thick plastic in his mouth.
Sam, on
the other hand, tried to think rationally. Now that
the chloroform had worn off his mind, he tried to calm down and assess his situation as calmly as possible. He still had no idea of who or what their captors are connected to, and judging by Dean’s angry and incoherent shouting, neither did he. He wouldn’t act like this if he knew who they were dealing with. Sam knew his brother, he knew that what was frustrating him so much was that he had been overpowered by some strangers.
Sam focused on what their two captors had just said. Dumping them in
the trunk of
the Impala would mean that they would lay on
the false bottom, just above
the secret compartment where they stocked all their weapons, including sharp knives and blades. Even if that would be uncomfortable being dumped in there and in straitjackets, this could be
the best chance of getting lose of their restraints.
Of course, Dean reacted only on instinct and only heard that his baby was gonna be stolen. Sam tried to catch his brother’s eye, to make him understand his plan. He grunted a little and exchanged a glance with Dean, looking quickly at
the floor. Dean returned him a confused look, but then he seemed to understand and discretely nodded at his brother.
The “conversation” wasn’t unnoticed by
the two cultists though. Dave quickly said:
“They’re right! Brother, come with me, we must get rid of all
the weapons they hide in
the false bottom of their trunk”.
“CRAP”, thought both Sam and Dean at
the same time.
Jim and Dave left
the cabin. Dean heard them go to
the Impala and start unloading their weapons. He knew every sound his car could made.
The two brothers didn’t waste any time though. Now that they were both awake and alone, they tried to exchange as much information as possible. Dean and Sam knew each other very well, and they didn’t necessarily have to speak to tell each other something. Only by glances and nods of
the head, they confirmed to each other that they didn’t know where their captors come from of their captors, that they didn’t know why
the menknew so much about them, and that they didn’t know how to escape a straitjacket.
Of course, anybody in
the room would just have heard some muffled gagged sounds, mostly “MMMMMHHH”, sometimes “GRRRMMPPHH”, and even a “AAAHHRRMMHH”. But
the brothers did nonetheless understand each other. For
the most part of what they were trying to “say”, at least.
The two brothers managed to let each other know that they were feeling okay, apart from
the remaining effects of
the chloroform, and that they had no idea who their captors were. But Dean didn’t manage to make Sam understand that one of
the hooded guys had talked to him about their dad.
Dean decided to focus on his straitjacket. At first he was confident that he could escape easily. What he knew about these things was they were not used any longer and that they couldn't be reliable. A tourist attraction, and that was it.
He was soon forced to reconsider his opinion. He quickly understood through his struggling that
the crossed sleeves were connected in his back, so he tried to pass them over his head. But that was not counting withthe front strap, which was precisely designed to counter this move. Dean then wriggled and tried to pull
the straitjacket over his head, like a mere pullover, but a sharp pain coming from his balls reminded him of
the pelvic strap. He then tried to reverse
the move and to put his head in
the fabric, but
the jacket was strapped way too tightly over his chest and at his neck for that.
Meanwhile, Sam took some time to study his restraints. Having Dean besides him helped him, his straitjacket was like a mirror of his own. Unlike his brother who immediately started fighting
the jacket, Sam decided not to waste his energy. He instantly understood
the purpose of each strap, including
the side loops, so he knew before he tried that Dean’s attempts were bound to fail. In other circumstances,
the grunt Dean let out when he pulled on
the crotch strap would even have made Sam laugh.
With
the hunts, Sam learned from Dean that
the “shoot first, think after” strategy was often
the good one. In fact, without that approach, he would have been killed more than once. He still remembered that ghoul’s scratch on his shoulder and was glad Dean hadn't hesitated to shoot it. But here and now, this strategy wouldn't work. Clearly, despite their attire and their odd restraints, these guys knew how to subdue a man.
Sam made a new set of grunts behind his gag, attracting Dean’s attention. At
the same time, he used his bound legs to crawl on
the floor into Dean’s direction. Dean understood his brother’s move in a blink and moved too, presenting
the back of his straitjacket to his brother.
Sam positioned himself behind Dean. “That’s not looking good” was his first thought. He had hoped that
the jacket would have been strapped with roller buckles, like
the straps binding his ankles. They are easier to lock but also easier to remove. Instead, what he was looking at were slider buckles, which all seem tightly and conscientiously strapped. Sam now understood why it took a little while to completely lock
the straitjacket on him and why he had had time to wake up before
the process was complete. Their captors had taken their time to put on
the restraints properly, which also meant they didn't intend to release them soon.
Sam realized it made perfect sense. Even if these guys had known they were trained to remove handcuffs, if they had just wanted to immobilize them or interrogate them, they would have used some extra-secure iron restraints. Or strong duct tape. Or even ropes; Dean and he usually escaped these, but that was mainly because they were never properly bound and
the knots weren’t good. These guys knew what they were doing, they could have secured them in less time with these. But all of these restraints can cause damage if they’re worn for too long. Not
the straitjacket. Thinking of it, Sam realized that it was just an item of clothing, except that its purpose was not to keep him warm but to immobilize his arms. not by biting into his wrists like handcuffs would have. Not by cutting his blood flow like ropes would do. Not by rubbing
the skin like duct tape. Just by forcing him to hug himself. A pretty comfortable position, if you thought about it.
Sam got rid of these thoughts.
The perspective of spending – what, hours? days? - like this is was anything but comfortable. He focused on trying to loosen Dean’s jackets. Since his ankles were bound, he tried to catch a strap of Dean’s straitjacket between his knees, and then loosen it enough to give Dean a little bit more flexibility. Of course, it would have been far more easier if he had been able to use his teeth. Sam understood now
the reason for
the gag; it was not only to mute Dean’s insults or prevent communication, it also prevented them physically using their mouths and teeth against
the straitjackets. A simple bandanna tied over or in their mouths wouldn’t have been enough, nor a simple strap of duct tape which usually went loose with saliva.
The gag he had in his mouth was also made for long-term, Sam realized. It would be just as effective in some hours as now. Sam chewed a little on
the bulb filling his mouth and blocking his tongue. He had to.
The spherical piece of silicone was so big that it would have make Sam drool otherwise. Sam had a big mouth, and yet
the gag left almost no empty space in his oral cavity. Many guys couldn’t have stood this gag. “Like they know exactly which size to take”, thought Sam. It was not especially uncomfortable though.
The shape of
the bulb let Sam close his mouth around it. But
the leather panel tightly pressed over his lips by a strap going behind his head gave him no hope of spitting it out.
He forced himself to focus. He almost caught a strap between his knees. In fact, he had one but it slipped before he had time to pull it over. He tried again and again. “This is taking too long”, he thought, “at this pace,I won’t...”
“I’m sorry boys, are we interrupting something?”
the sarcastic voice of Dave asked.
Both Dean and Sam grunted in frustration. That was a plan doomed to fail anyway, thought Sam. In fact, if he were honest, that wasn’t an escape plan at all.
“Should we chloroform them again, brother?” Jim asked his companion.
“Nah. One should not use this stuff too much, it’s a heavy drug… and we don’t want to damage them. Look at them, in spite of their struggles, they’re just bound as snug as before… we just need a little adjustment. Wait a second...” he said as he rummaged in their duffel bag.
“Interesting”, Sam noticed to himself. “There seems to be a hierarchy between them… This one even seems to be a rookie in fact”.
He was interrupted in his thoughts by Dave finally finding what he was looking for. He was holding something little and black in his hands. Two of them, in fact. Sam saw him giving one of these things to Jim, but didn’t catch what it was.
Dean however seemed to understand, because he started to struggle once more.
“Sssshhh… just relax”, Dave said to him.
Sam didn’t see much more. His world went black as Jim strapped
the leather blindfold he was carrying over his eyes.
“Crap! Without seeing each other, communication is gonna be really complicated now”. Sam noticed that this wasn’t just a simple blindfold that could easily be slipped off. This one, like his gag, had a strap going behind his head with a roller buckle. Jim was busy strapping it tight. He then checked that
the leather eyepads were correctly positioned over Sam’s eyes. They were; no light could reach Sam’s eyes.
He was effectively blindfolded.
Then, as Sam thought his predicament couldn’t get worse, he felt
the cultist unexpectedly tousling his long hair and landing a soft kiss at
the back of his neck.
The entire action only took a blink.
“WHAT
THE FUCK??? GET OFF!” yelled Sam. Of course,
the gag did it’s job and it sounded like a “mmmmhhhaaaa mmm mmuu?? mmmmnnhh mmmoonnnnn”. Dean heard it but had no clue what had just happened, being blindfolded as well.
“Ok guys. Time to go!” Dave announced. “This one first, brother”, he said to Jim, pointing at Dean.
Sam felt his brother being taken away. He couldn’t see him, but he felt
the cultists lifting him off
the ground and he heard his muffled protests as he was dragged outside. They returned shortly after.
“Ok big boy. Your turn”.
Sam felt a couple of hands taking him under his armpits, while
the other cultist took hold of his strapped legs. They lifted him off
the ground and carried him outside. Sam couldn’t see any change in
the lightning,
the blindfold was too efficient for that, but he felt
the fresh autumn air on his face. He heard his brother's mumblings, getting louder.
“Stay down, Dean”, one of
the cultists said with an amused tone, “You’re not going anywhere!”
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Then Sam was roughly dumped into a confined space. He tried to adjust his position, and his face immediately made harsh contact with his brother’s logger shoe. Meanwhile, as he adjusted his legs, he realized he had just kicked his brother’s face with his boot, which caused Dean to let out a little whimper, almost entirely muffled by
the gag.
He was leaning against Dean.
They were in
the trunk of
the Impala!
“Have a nice trip, boys!” Dave taunted them, before slamming
the trunk shut.
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