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"I don't like this idea, Sammy." Sam was getting annoyed since that was the fifth time Dean had said that. "I told you Dean. Unless you have a better idea, shut it." "Bitch" "Jerk" They were hunting a werewolf and Sam had had an idea. They had tracked the werewolf to a large abandoned building. The idea was that they would split up. Sam would go in first and attack it. Then Dean would sneak in after and kill it. But the plan went horribly wrong...

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Dean slowly opened his eyes... "What the hell?" He looked around but it was too dark. He realized he was hanging by his wrists from the ceiling. His feet were tied to the floor. He yanked but nothing happened. Someone groaned sleepily. He looked up and focused his eyes. Then the lights came on and blinded him for a few seconds. That's when he saw him. "Sammy? Sammy?!"

Sam groaned again opening his eyes. He heard his brother yell his name. "D-dean? Where are we?" "I have no idea Sammy." That's when Sam noticed that him and his brother were hanging from the ceiling by their wrists with their feet tied to the floor. "Well, well, well. Welcome back to the land of the living boys." He stepped closer to Dean. Just as he was about to say something he shoved a shirt in his mouth. "Mmpf!" "Now's no time for talking Deano." He went over to Sam and took out a knife. "Now is the time for screaming." He dragged the knife across Sam's bare chest. He couldn't help it. He screamed out in pain. Dean struggled against his restraints. "Mmmmph! Mmph!" "Sorry, what was that Deano? Did you want to say something?" He removed the gag and Dean yelled. "You son of a BITCH! You leave him alone! Or I swear I'll kill you!" "That's rude. Sam is the one who will pay for your mistakes. So just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show." He cut Sam's cheek down to his chin. He screamed out again. "Sammy?! Damn-it Sam? SAM! You rat-bastard!"

Sam could feel the blood dripping down his bare chest. He nodded to Dean to assure him that he was ok. The man came closer with pliers. "What do you think you're doing with those?" The man pulled Sam's mouth open and grabbed his back tooth. He made eye contact with Dean and heard him say, "Sam you'll be fine ok? Just try not to feel it." He couldn't. He screamed as loud as he could as he felt the tooth be ripped out of his gum. He felt dizzy. But he could slightly hear Dean yelling. "Sam... Ok?... It...be fine." He looked up at his brother.

He didn't have too much relief though. He was whacked in the stomach with a baseball bat knocking the wind out of him. He had blood coming out of his mouth and he could barely breath.

As he watched his brother wheeze Dean felt the anger rise within him. "Sammy?! Are you ok?" Sam looked up at him and with barely any breath left he spit out. "I think so." He was coughing up blood.

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*Hours Later*

Sam couldn't take it any more. Almost every part of his body was either bleeding or bruised. He could hardly breath and was dizzy. He wished he'd pass out. He couldn't take this pain. He was still coughing up blood. He was really upset because he could hear the worry in Dean's voice.

Dean was overly worried about his little brother. He felt sick to his stomach every time his brother involuntarily screamed in pain. The few times Sam had fainted their captor had decided to torture Dean instead. Dean was hurt and bruised but not nearly as much as Sam. He couldn't just sit there. He had struggled against his restraints so often that his wrists bled.

Just as Sam had fainted, the door opened. And the sickening voice was back. "Well well. Little Sammy is taking a nap again. How cute? But you know what that means Deano. Its play-time." The man tortured Dean for only a few minutes when Sam woke up only to hear his older brother screaming. "Dean? Hey! Leave him alone!" Their captor turned around to look at him. "Little Sammy's awake. How delightful." He said with a disgustingly cheerful tone. "Sam! Thank GOD. I thought you were dead."

Dean looked awful. He had bags under his eyes. He was bruised and bloody all over. And there were two small burn marks on his chest. Caddle prod. He was sweating a lot and he was cut all over and his voice was rocky and tired. "Dean are you ok?" Dean looked up. "I'm good Sammy." Lies. He wasn't ok. Every part of him was in pain. The warm trickle of blood down his bare chest was aggravating. And the mark left by the cattle prod still burned. "Enough! The silly worried brother talk is BORING!" He walked around Sam in circles as if eyeing his prey like a tiger.

Then, with no warning at all... He whipped Sam's back with such force that Sam's vision was cloudy for a second. He screamed and his back arched. "Sammy! Are you ok?! You son of a bitch! You get away from him!" Then he shoved a shirt in Dean's mouth and went back to Sam. "No name calling Dean. It's very rude." Then he whipped Sam again and again and again. Sam, screaming each time, was out of breath. Dean's muffled cries and inaudible insults barely heard. Just when Sam got his breath back the man picked up a new "toy".

It was a 15 LB. bowling ball on a stick. Sam saw this and began struggling against his restraints. The man swung and hit Sam in the gut. He tried to double over but only made it halfway. It knocked the wind out of him. He couldn't breath at all. He was wheezing like crazy and Dean was screaming through the gag. "Oh, im sorry Dean. Do you want to say something?" He then removed the gag and Dean was spouting insults like crazy. "You mother-f***ing asshole! You leave him the f*** alone you bastard!" Sam then coughed a few times and Dean noticed and yelled. "Sam?! Sammy are you ok?" Sam simply groaned. Their captor walked over and picked up his chin so he was glaring into his eyes.

"Are we having fun yet?" Sam spit blood in his face and gave a wheezy laugh. Rubbing the blood away the man punched Sam straight in the jaw. "Youll regret that." The man then swiftly stabbed Sam in the thigh causing him to scream again making his voice go hoarse. "Sam?! Damn-it Sammy!" Thats when Dean's cell phone rang. The captor went over to Dean and took the phone. "Who's Castiel?" Sam and Dean shared a look of hope as their eyes lit up. "Who is he?!" He yelled as he punched Dean in the face. "Answer and find out." He answered the phone and put it in speaker.

"Dean? Where are you? I've been searching."

"Dean's a bit busy right now. Who are you?"

"CAS!" Sam yelled hoping the angel heard him.

"Sam?! Where are you guys?!"

The man punched Sam and gagged them both.

"Like I said, their busy. Want to say 'hi'?

He went over to Sam and removed the gag. He then cut down Sam's chest causing him to scream.

"SAM?! What did you do to him?!"

"He's fine, for now. Now i fear i must hang up. We have business to attend to."

He threw the phone at the wall. "Hey! That was new." Sam joked coughing up blood. "Now. Where were we?"

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Castiel was pissed. Those boys were like his brothers. And they were being tortured for no reason. Then he thought of the only sensible thing to do. 'Call Bobby'.

When Bobby showed up he was ANGRY. They were basically his sons. Whoever did this is seriously gonna regret it. "Where are they?" Cas looked up. "I dont know." He admitted sadly. "You are an angel. Can't you track them?" "Sadly no. I branded their ribs so no angel could ever find them. That's why i got a phone." Bobby looked mad. "Balls!" The laptop beeped startling them both. "What was that?" Cas slowly walked over to the laptop. "That was Skype."

Bobby wanted to laugh. "Skype? Really?" Cas looked at him, confused. "Sam and Dean requested i get it and friend them. They said it would be easier to show me ancient coins and crap. That last part was Dean." Cas turned back to the laptop. "Should i answer it? The only one who knows my username is Sam and Dean. It has to be them." Bobby shrugged. "Its probably their captor. Answer it."

He answered the request and immediately regretted it. Bobby scowled at the screen. "Bobby! Cas!" "Well this is awkward." Typical snooty, sassy Dean and worried, annoyed Sam. "Boys! Are you ok?" Came Bobby from behind. Cas being the idiot he is, had to ruin it. "They do not look ok."

Sam was still hanging and Dean was free. But there was a glass wall between them. Dean walked over to the laptop. "Sup guys? By the way Cas... I told you Skype was a bad idea. But everyone always listens to Sam." Gesturing to his bloody brother. "Shut up Dean. It's because i'm the smart one." Dean looked at him. "Be happy this wall was here. If it wasn't i would kick you and your smart-ass." Dean joked.

The mood didn't last long. Their captor walked back in. "You must be Cas. And Robert is it?" Bobby glared. "What do you want?" Their captor walked over to Sam. "Nothing. It's just fun to torture Sam and Dean. And it makes it more fun with you and Cas here watching. Aren't i creative?" They all glared at him with hatred in their eyes. "Aw come on. Lighten up." He picked up a cattle prod. They all saw Sam tense up. Dean slowly stood up. "Back away now, before someone gets hurt." They could easily see the panic and worry in his eyes.

"It's too late for that now Deano." He pressed the cattle prod into Sam's side. He screamed and rattled. Dean immediately ran to the glass wall and was banging and kicking at it. The man pulled away and Sam fell limp in the chains. His breathing ragged. "Oh silly silly Dean. Thats maxi-glass. It's quite unbreakable." Dean kicked the glass one last time. "You rat-bastard! What the F*** was that for?!" The man smirked at Dean. "That was for fun. Obviously." Sam was shaking violently. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "Fuck that hurt." Bobby was literally shaking with anger and full-blown rage. "You ok Sam?" Sam looked back at the laptop. "Been better. But yeah, im good." Cas was speechless. His hands clenched on the table. Glaring at the captor. If looks could kill the man would drop dead instantly.

Dean was having a staring contest with the man. Then, out of nowhere, there was a gunshot. Blood spattered on the wall and Dean yelled and fell to the ground. "FUCK!" He was holding his knee as he laid on his back gritting his teeth. "Dean? You ok man?" Being the worried brother he was, Sam spoke first. "Yeah. I've been shot in worse places before. Remember Meg?" Sam tensed at her name. Cas and Bobby both said at the same time, "Dean? You good?" Dean groaned and sat up. "Yup. Just peachy." The captor then went over to Sam and hit him with a pipe. He blacked out instantly. "What was that for?" They all said consecutively.

The man proceeded to cut Sam down and drag him away. "Where the F*** are you going with him?! Hey! You get your fat-ass back here bitch!" They were gone. Dean turned back to the laptop and threw his hands in the air in frustration. He then lay back down and put his hands on his face glaring up at the ceiling. "You ok Dean?" Dean sat back up. "Yeah im good Bobby. I just hope Sam's ok. God knows what that ass-weed is doing back there." He took his hand off his knee and groaned at his blood covered hand. "Damn-it. I'm bleeding like crazy. Well this hunt went horribly wrong, didn't it?" "It appears so. Yes." Typical humorless Castiel.

Minutes later Dean passed out. He just laid there sleeping. Bobby and Cas looked at each other. "This is bad Cas. We gotta get them out of there." Cas looked back at Dean. He looked so peaceful. "I know."

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Sam slowly woke up. He felt dizzy and when he opened his eyes the light burned so he closed them again. When he finally adjusted to the light he looked around. He was alone in a grey room with peeling walls. He noticed a door. It had a little window in it. He wasn't tied up so he went over to it. When he looked through the window he saw Dean. He was asleep on the floor holding his bloody knee. Cas and Bobby were deep in conversation. "Bobby!" Bobby looked over. "Sam! Hey. You ok? Whats up?" Sam turned around. Then back. "Yeah. Yeah im good. Hows Dean?" They all looked over at Dean's sleeping figure. "He's good. Considering the circumstances. He's been asleep for about an hour now. Where's Mr. Kookoo?" Sam looked around again. "No idea. He left me here and left i guess. I just woke up and he was gone."

Sam heard feet. He looked around and the man smacked his head into the door and it all went black again. The man dragged him to the other side of the room and chained him to the wall. Then he left again.

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Dean woke up. He was lightheaded and everything was fuzzy. "What happened. OW!" He felt a sting in his leg. "Dean! You're up! You ok?" Dean looked over. "Bobby? Hey, wait where is Sam?" Bobby and Cas looked at each other. "He was just telling us the guy wasn't there. He turned around and someone hit his head on the door. Then just nothing." Dean looked worried. "Where?" Cas pointed over to the window. It was cracked and bloody. "Shit."

Then the door opened and Dean slowly walked over to it. "Dean be careful." He looked back. "I will Bobby." He then continued to walk through the door. "Sammy!" He ran over to Sam who was chained to the wall. His forehead was bleeding. Sam groaned and looked up. "Dean?" "Yeah its me Sammy, it's me. Where's the weird dude?" Sam slowly looked around. "I dont know. Is your leg ok?" Dean glanced down at his leg. "Its fine." The silence was cut off too soon. The door opened and they both looked up. With hatred in his eyes, Dean lunged at him but was grabbed from behind. "Let go of me!" Of course he didnt. Their captor then started punching Sam in the gut. Dean was struggling against the huge man holding him but his knee was in searing pain.

The man was walking out of the room with a struggling Dean in his arms yelling for him to let go. "Get off me! Sammy! Sammy, hey! SAM! Let go of me you son of a bitch!" Dean continued to yell and struggle, but was eventually taken out of the room. They were just teasing him by letting him see Sam. As soon as the door was closed and the big guy let go he ran to the door. The window was blocked. "Damn-it!"

"Dean?! What happened?!" Dean walked back over to the laptop and plopped on the floor in front of it. "I went in the room and found Sam chained to the wall. His forehead was messed up a bit and he was bloody all over. The guy came in so naturally i lunged at him... But that big guy grabbed me from behind and my leg hurt to much to fight back at full-power. Then he started to carry me out kicking and screaming while the other guy beat the crap out of Sam. Then he dropped me in here and locked the door." Bobby and Cas looked at him with sympathy and worry in their eyes. Cas started to say something but was interrupted by Sam screaming from the other room.

Dean quickly got up and sprinted over to the door. He was kicking it and swearing loudly. "Son of a BITCH!" He kicked as hard as he could one last time. He then slowly stalked over to the laptop. "Damn-it." He sat on the floor in front of Bobby and Cas and glared at them. "I dont even want to know what they are doing to him in there. I just want this all to be over. I hate this shit... Can you track Sam's phone?" Bobby looked down at the keyboard for a second then back up. "We tried. They must have smashed it. Those mother-f***ers." Dean looked pissed. "You ok?" Dean looked at the camera. "Do i look ok? I feel like shit, i look like shit. My baby brother is being tortured in God knows what ways... Im not ok Bobby."

"This whole thing is just bull-shit." Bobby sounded tired. "How long have we been gone Rob?" Bobby looked up. "It's been 2 weeks now. Laptop's been up for about a week. Cas and i have been here the whole time." The door opened and Dean jumped to his feet. He slowly started to walk over to the door again. Then the captor came through and Dean lunged at him. But he was once again grabbed from behind by the big guy. "Morning cupcake." Dean was struggling in his arms again but he was to weak. "Don't you cupcake me! Where is my brother?!" Dean spat in the leader's face. He wiped it away and punched him straight in the jaw.

"You know Twinkles back there is getting a bit annoying. Why don't you go eat some more fatcakes Twinkles?" 'Twinkles' tightened his grip on Dean significantly. "Ok, Ow! Ease up there Twinkles! Jeez!" The captor punched Dean in the face again. "What was that for?!" Their captor just smirked. "Is there anything i can call you?" "Tyson. My name's Tyson." Tyson gestured for 'Twinkles' to move. And Dean was once again carried away into the room where Sam may or may not be. Dean, who was still struggling, was once again in the old grey room where he saw... "Sam!" He began struggling against 'Twinkles' even harder. But his grip got tighter making Dean's stomach hurt.

Sam looked up at Dean and started to speak but Tyson kicked him straight in the gut. He doubled over and was wheezing. "Why'd you do that man? Sammy?!" In response, Sam coughed up blood and spat it in Tyson's face. "You're gonna regret that." He then kicked Sam in the stomach again and again. Dean continued to struggle and yell as Sam coughed up blood and wheezed.

Then 'Twinkles' stabbed Dean in the neck with a syringe. Dean didn't know what it was but he started to feel fuzzy and eventually passed out.

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Sam was getting tired. He was kicked straight in the stomach multiple times. Dean was struggling and yelling but it was barely audible. Then he was quiet. Sam slowly looked up and saw the syringe on the floor as Dean fell limp in 'Twinkles' arms. "Dean!" Then Sam was un-chained and dragged along the floor out of the room.

He was too weak to fight back. His hands were tied and he was raised up by his wrists. He was hanging from the ceiling again. "Sam! You ok kid?" He was too tired to look up. He just groaned. Then he saw Dean being carried in and tied to a steel chair across the room. "Dean! Guys what happened?!" Yelled Cas from the laptop. Dean slowly woke up. He looked up at the ceiling and blinked and groaned loudly. "Dean? What happened?" Dean looked over at the laptop. "Twinkles roofied me. I hate drugs." He groaned again and rolled his head around. "They made me watch Tyson kick Sam in the gut several times. Then it all got fuzzy. Where's Sam?" Bobby and Cas both pointed over to him. None of them realized he had passed out.

"Oh. Great. This is the best vacation I've been on in thirteen years." Sam groaned and Dean looked over at him. "Sammy! You ok?" Sam slowly looked up. "Yeah. Yeah I'm good. I think." Twinkles punched him square in the jaw. "You ok now?" Sam's head snapped to the left. "Not really, no! What was that for?" Twinkles just smiled and backed out of the room. "Well Twinkles ain't too happy right now, is he?" Sam smirked. "Wonder why?" Sam laughed at his snide remark.

The mood didn't last long. Tyson came back in the room. "Don't worry boys. It will all be over soon."