I was just rewatching Asylum and saw a chair in Ellicotts office. Let's just say, I got some ideas. I'm not sure if I'll regret posting this, probably not, because jfc.
So, here you go x

Chapter 1

Dean was still a little dazed from flying throughout the door. His chest screamed in pain.

This wasn't how he planned to spend his night.

Apparently, getting hit with rock salt wasn't fun at all.

"Sam" he managed to wheeze out, his chest still refusing to let him to draw in deep breaths. "We gotta burn Ellicott's bones."

"Is that an order?" Dean heard somewhere from above. He turned his head and noticed a gun lying next to him, must have dropped it after his flying lesson, then reached for it, but Sam stepped on his hand. Painfully. He whimpered. "I'm getting sick of you ordering me around, Dean." he kicked the gun out of his reach and stepped away from his hand.

"What are you talking about?" the older hunter asked, finally turning his gaze to Sam, who looked crazed, to say at least.

Not good.

"You, telling me what to do, all the time. I'm sick of it. And you, following dad's orders, like a good little soldier. No questions asked. As if you don't have enough brain to function on your own. Pathetic." he spitted out like a venom and Dean flinched. Ouch. Well, that hurt.

"I mean, why are we even here? Huh? We are no closer to finding that than six months ago. We're working a job, because he told us to. Although, we should be looking for him." Sam walked around him, like a predator, walking around its victim, anger blazing in his eyes.

"This isn't you talking, man."

"No?" Sam laughed. "Oh, it's the real me, alright. Except this time I'm telling the truth and not putting up with your shit. See, i have a mind of my own. I'm not a worthless piece of shit like you." he raised a gun to Dean's chest.

"Good to know." he smirked back, trying not to think how words burned. When he saw his brother raising a shotgun again, he was stunned for a moment. "You hate me that much?" the older Winchester managed to whisper. "You wanna kill your own brother? Then here, I'll make it easier for ya".

Dean pulled out his 45 and handed it to his fuming sibling. Sam didn't even hesitate before aiming it at his chest and then pulling the trigger. Then again, and again, and again. He looked genuinely surprised and frustrated when it didn't work.

Dean took a chance and winged at him, knocking the younger Winchester off the balance. "I ain't giving you a loaded gun, dude." he aimed to hit his brother again, but Sam caught his arm before it reached his face and twisted it before almost punching his lights out. Dean found himself lying on the dirty floor again, completely dazed.

Then he felt himself being dragged somewhere. What the hell?

"Fucking piece of shit" he heard Sam mumble under his breath. He grabbed Dean by his still bloody shirt and threw him in the chair doctor used to treat his patients on. He was going to show his brother his place once and for all.

The older brother opened his eyes just to see Sam coming to stand by him. He have never seen his brother looking so angry before. It was kinda scary.

Well, not 'kind of', it was scary, knowing what he was actually capable of underneath all those layers of 'normal'.

Suddenly Sam grabbed his right arm, pinning it down.

What the hell is happening? Dean wondered and struggled, but his brother's grip got almost bone-crushing. Only then he noticed other things, such as that he was in the chair and his brother was putting his hand into the restrains and tightening it so he couldn't move.

Couldn't get out.

His eyes went wide with realization.

"Sam? Stop it!" he shouted, panic surging through him, but Sam didn't listen. "You gotta fight this, man, you gotta burn Ellicott's bones, they are right behind you!" he shouted desperately, reaching out with his other hand to stop his brother, but he just decked him, pushing his hand out of the way.

"For once in your life, Dean, just shut the fuck up"

He walked away and the older Winchester stared with wide eyes. If Sam tied him up, he was as good as dead, that was for sure. None of the victims survived the attacks. And none of them had the skills Sam possessed.

He tried to free his other hand, but no avail.

Sam wasn't messing around.

So when his brother walked over and reached out for his other hand, he tried to punch him, but his sibling just gripped his arm in a steel grip that might have literally crushed his bones if he really wanted to and squeezed a little tighter, and pushed it down where the restrains were.

"No!" the older hunter shouted and tried to kick Sam at the same time while trying to yank his hand out. He was almost free when his brother hit him in the face. Hard.

The force of the blow forced his head the other way and for a brief moment everything went black.

Sam smiled when his brother went limp in the chair, sick satisfaction washing over him. It felt good hitting him. Finally, he will get what he deserves.

He tightened the restrains on his left wrist and moved to do the same to his legs. They didn't need anything major, just to stop them from kicking him. Again.

Then he stepped back, looking at his brother, tied to a chair, completely helpless and at his mercy.

At first he wanted just to kill him. But when the gun didn't end his pathetic life, he got other ideas.

Who didn't love a little torture?

hehehehe, that's it, for now.
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