Summary: Demons capture Sam. Dean, as expected comes to get him back. Torture; pain; angst; the usual. Featuring demons and humans, because let's face it, they're the worst.
Setting: I see this happening sometime in late season 4.
Disclaimer: Please, I'm not that good.
This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter story. All mistakes are my own.
Sam and Dean are settling into the motel room after a hunt. As Dean settles in behind the computer with a beer in hand already looking up their next hunt, Sam resists the urge to comment. Instead he sighs, worried about his brother and the non-stop pace at which Dean has them working. Sam opens the mini-fridge and pulls out leftover diner pasta for himself and slides a piece of apple pie in front of Dean.
Dean doesn't eat it.
Sam chews on the inside of his lip debating if he should try and say something again, and if so, what. He doesn't blame Dean for what happened in hell, but he doesn't know how to take the guilt off his brother's over-burdened shoulders.
"Dean", he attempts.
"Well, I'm going to bed," Dean interrupts, getting up and making his way to the bed.
"Dean," Sam starts again.
"Night Sam", Dean says rolling over so his face is in the pillow – effectively ending any chance of conversation Sam was hoping to have.
Sam considers walking over to Dean and making him listen. But there's nothing he can say that he hasn't already said 10 times before. And the slight possibility that Dean will actually sleep prevents Sam from disrupting him. Grumpily, Sam finishes the rest of his late night meal and, realizing he's much more exhausted than he had originally thought, almost immediately passes out in bed.
My demon-master is pissed. We all thought for sure that Dean would consume the pie and the drugs they had laced it with, making transporting him to their facility easy as (pun intended) pie. In spite of myself, I smirked at my own wittiness, but that was quickly wiped off my face when Master started after me as though it was my fault Dean couldn't even be trusted to eat pie anymore. I waited for his rage to pass and new instructions to come. Looks like we'll have to settle for plan B. Thank God Sam was hungry.
Less than an hour after both brothers have drifted off, a window creaks open causing a light breeze to fill the room. A non-descript handsome, though slightly balding middle aged man silently climbs quite agilely through the now open window and makes his way to the front door. He unlocks it from the inside and breaks the line of salt. Seconds later his master walks in and wordlessly takes Sam from his restful slumber without causing him to stir. He easily maneuvers Sam out to the motel parking lot, a triumphant look smeared across his face. It is the first time Liam saw his master smile.
I promise there will be a lot more action in the next chapter, I just needed to get it set-up in this first chapter. I have a pretty good idea of where I want this to go, so it shouldn't be too long before I get the rest of this posted. Reviews, comments, and ideas read and appreciated. :)