Take Me Under, by The Grinning Psychopath.

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Alternate… well a lot to Born under a Bad Sign, rated M for torture, sexual situations, mention of drugs, and rape. Jo/Dean if you sorta squint, please Review
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Disclaimer, I do NOT own Supernatural, if I did… well things wouldn't go this way, but they wouldn't go the way they have, in the TV show either.

Dean POV.

I ran out, through the window, where Sam, had jumped out of, and looked around wildly, trying to spot, my brother.

"Why didn't you kill me?" I called out, "You had a hundred chances to do so!"

"I was testing you," the thing currently possessing my brother said, "I wanted to see, if you would actually do it, waste your own brother, but true to all previous evidence, you proved to not have the stones required, you pansy."

I bit back, my indignation, and tried to pinpoint, my brother's location, by the sound of his voice, but fuck! True to Winchester fucking luck, the damn place was full of echoes, there was no way I was gonna be able to pinpoint jack shit here!"

I swung around a corner, sweeping my colt from side to side, searching for a target, but saw nothing but boats, water, and stars. I swore, and jumped a little when I saw a shadow shift in the corner of my eye, and snapped off three quick shots, at it. The relatively harmless Scottish terrier, yipped and scurried off, into the night.

I swore, again, and wiped sweat from my brow, and decided, I needed backup, so I turned around to get back to the bar, just in time to catch the full weight of the butt of Sam's Glock 19, in my left temple.

Darkness overtook me.

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JO POV.

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I walked, across the bay, cautiously, flashlight in one hand, and cellphone in the other, silently praying for Dean to pick up.

I cursed, as once more, the phone went to voicemail, where in the hell was he!

I prayed he was okay, that the demon possessing Sam hadn't shot him dead, I'd heard shots earlier, but they'd sounded ore like they'd come from Dean's Colt 1911, than Sam's Glock, so I kept on hoping.

And then I heard the phone. I had just, punched in the number again! When I heard Dean's familiar ringtone, I whirrled around to see where it was coming from, and my heart sank.

I walked over, to where it lay, dejectedly, on the ground, knelt down and picked it up.

There was a small sprinkle of blood, on it, and it was cracked slightly. I guessed that it had fallen out of Dean's pocket, probably after he was thrown over someone, Sam's shoulder, and carried away.

For a moment, I felt my hopes plumet, and then they perked back up again, this was actually sorta a good thing, if Sam or whatever was possessing him, had taken him, than he was probably still alive, and kicking. Probably litteraly.

I stuffed the phone, back in my pocket, and jogged back, towards the bar, I was gonna need help, and I knew just who to call.

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Dean POV.

For what seemed like eternity, there was blackness, nothing, but endless blackness, as far as the eye could see, and then there was liquid gushing up my nose, and I yelped in surprise, and pain, and shook, myself awake.

At first, the sight that greeted me, was a very welcome one, sorta, it was Sam grinning at me… and then the events of the night, came rushing back to me, and I groaned, as I suddenly remembered the blow that had been delivered to my skull.

I silently thanked god, the light was pretty dim, I felt nauseas beyond belief, and what little light there was, was already giving me a killer headache, and wishing I could gouge my eyes out.

"Ahh, I see someone's awake, then!" the thing masquerading itself as my brother, chirped happily, I wanted to slug him.

"Believe me, its not by choice, now could you please be a dear, and just go away and let me sleep just another 5 minutes." I growled, even as I shifted, and turned, to try and give myself a better angle, to try and get my hands free.

They along with my ankles, were bound together, with thin ropes, that bit cruelly into my flesh, and cut off the curculation.

I could already see my fingertips turning blue, with the lack of blood flow, and they were positively numb with it.

I felt, one of Sam's hand grip my chin, in a painfully tight grip, and lifted my gaze to meet his, which was sparkling with utter dark delight, and mischief.

"Silly, silly Dean, you remember Daddy dearest's training just as well as I do, fuck even better, you of all people should know, what a terrible idea it is, to go to sleep, after sustaining a heavy duty headwound, you could go to sleep and never wake up, you could die, or worse go into a vegetate state."

I snorted, "Guess, it's a good thing I got you here, to watch after me eh Sammy, make sure I don't fall asleep, sadly for you though, I'm afraid I really am quite tired, and just really don't have much strength left in me, nore do I have a whole lotta Give a damn! so if its all the same to you, I think I'm just gonna sit here, and catch a few z's, whether you like it, or not."

Sam grinned, it was not particularly nice grin, nor did it look particularly samlike, "Guess it's a good thing, I got all these toys here, designed specifically, to keep you awake, and present!" he chirped, and produced a large silver tray, which held, several branding irons, many knives, a box cutter of all things, alchohol, several long and mean looking pointy sticks, matches, and several evil looking sets of brass knuckles ranging from the generic to Illegal all the way to freaking Iraq!

I gulped, "Now then, lets get started!" Sam exclaimed, producing a small silver set of scissors.

I already knew, I wasn't going to be able to held back my screams, so I began, thinking of other ways, to pass the time, other than a fruitless exercise, that would likely result in me, knowing my own tongue off. So I thought about ways of blocking out pain, I'd heard about.

Like wasn't, there some special way of, just… well accepting pain, that worked out well for fanatics, like placing things above your pain, making it unimportant that sorta thing? Cause it looked like I was gonna be in a great deal of pain, very very soon. I just hoped, that spare phone, I had tucked away in my jacket, was still on, maybe Jo or Bobby could track it down,using that whole GPS system…

Sam, placed one boot, over my right arm, and pinned it tightly down to the floor, and undid the knots tying my hands together, and before I could even think of trying, to escape, he yanked my left hand over to a nearby pipe, and handcuffed it there, I cursed.

And then, without further a due, Sam seized my other hand, between his two, and began running it back to life, being sure, to place the scissors, right by my hand, so I knew what his intentions, were.

For the first time in my life, I started praying.

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