Chapter 2:

Dean's head was pounding when woke up. He slowly opened up his eyes a little to see if he crashed the car. There was only one problem, he was not in the car. He was laying on the gravely asphalt. He looked up and saw Sam kneeling over him. Once Dean made eye contact, Sam's worried expression slightly faded. "Dean! Dean! Can you hear me?" Sam asked his brother. The words felt like a hammer pounding inside his skull and forced Dean to close his eyes.

Dean finally mustered up the strength to open his eyes again. It hurt like hell but Dean kept them open this time. "I am fine," he told Sam, "let's go."

"How about we hit the hospital first, you just passed out and crashed your car."

"I said I am fine!" Dean told him more forcefully this time. Sam backed away slightly. "How's my baby?" Dean asked, clearly more concerned about the car than himself.

Sam smiled, the first thing Dean wanted to make sure was that his car was ok. "It's only a little dented, your baby will be fine." Sam assured him. Sam helped Dean up and led him over to the Impala, bashed against a telephone pole. As Dean started to climb into the driver's seat, Sam quickly led him away. "It's my turn to drive." Before Dean could protest, Sam opened the back seat door and shoved Dean in. By the time Sam opened the door to the driver's seat, Dean was asleep.

His arms hung him from the wall, chained above him, at least was low enough that he could stand. Dean tried to pass the time with some sleep but when he closed his eyes, he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. It was probably some spell, he thought, used to weaken the captive. A dark shadow was at the doorway. The unknown figure dragged in another man. Probably just someone else he wanted to torture. They stepped into a puddle of light and Dean saw clearly who the captive was, Sam. Dean felt his heart plummet as the assailant shoved Sam closer to Dean. He shoved Sam about an arm's length away from Dean and then did the unimaginable. He slowly peeled of Sam's skin, starting with his arm. He peeled it off of the bone. Sam's screams echoed through the dark corridor. Dean thrashed against the wall, screaming in anguish, and rattled the chains in a frenzied attempt to help Sam. The assailant stripped his entire arm down to the bone, dropping the bloody remains into a large basin. The assailant then moved on to his chest cavity, ripping out every one of Sam's organs, until the screaming subsided and Sam was all but a heap in the middle of the floor. Sam was dead. Dean felt tears running down his face, but he didn't care. The iron tang of blood filled his mouth- he must have bitten his tongue while he was screaming. "You son of a bitch!" He howled. "You killed my brother! You-" The realization hit him, really hit him. Sammy was gone. He failed his only purpose in life, to protect his brother. Now he was dead. His brother was dead. He failed his father's orders, he lost the last of his family, he was alone. Dean's head dropped to his chest, shuddering sobs shaking his frame, his mind full of pain and grief.

"Open wide." The assailant took a spoon out of one of his tweed jacket pockets. He then scooped out some of Sam's blood from the basin. He approached Dean and forced it into his mouth. Dean felt the blood coat his teeth and tongue. It was still warm. He wanted to spit it out but he was unable. There was only one way out, to swallow it. The salty, thick liquid slithered down his throat. Dean gagged as it went down, but couldn't stop from swallowing it. It was like the assailant had complete control over him. He swallowed it and coughed, tears dripping down his cheeks and from his chin, blending with Sam's blood. Dean was helpless and drifting to unconsciousness from lack of sleep, food, and the pain of being forced to eat his own brother. The assailant dipped another spoonful and was about to put into Dean's mouth when a bloodied stake plunged into the back of the assailant, spearing his heart. Dean looked over in disbelief seeing that Sammy was alive, that Sam had killed the assailant.

Sam used a paperclip to pick the locks on Dean's wrists and when Dean was free from chains, he collapsed to the ground. Sam dragged him up, "Come on Dean! Lets go!" Sam tried to drag him across the floor. "Come on! We have to go!" Dean stumbled as Sam dragged him to safety. "It was only a trickster Dean. Only an f-ed up trickster!" Sam's words echoed through his head Sam dragged him to the safety of the Impala. "Only an f-ed up trickster."

Dean woke up in the back of the Impala. He felt considerably better being that he had slept, but the pit of hunger still made him light-headed and nauseous. He sat up and saw that it was daytime. How long had he been out? He looked up and saw that Sam had not yet crashed his baby. Sam glanced back in the backseat and their eyes met.

"You were only out for about 15 hours. We are only an hour away from Chesterville." Said Sam, answering Dean's unspoken questions. "You really needed the sleep. How do you feel?"

"I am starving!" Dean replied, "Lets go get burgers!"

They drove about five minutes until they saw a roadside diner on the side of the road. "Lets eat here." Dean said, clearly famished.

Sam, pulled into a parking spot in the empty lot and stopped the car. They climbed out and walked into the diner.

"Would you guys like a table or a booth?" Asked the waitress when they walked through the door.

"A booth." Sam replied. The waitress led them to an empty booth. She gave them some menus and left to go tend to another customer. They looked over the menu for a few minutes and both knew what they would like to eat. Just then the waiter came over, like she was reading their minds.

"I will have four burgers." Dean said. Sam widened his eyes and looked curiously at his brother. Then he ordered himself some eggs.

Once the waitress left Sam asked him, "Why did you order so many burgers?"

"Because I am secretly a chipmunk and my stash is getting low!" Dean replied sarcastically. "Why do you think? I haven't eaten in like two days!" As they were waiting for their food, Dean's foot tapped impatiently. Trying to make the time go by faster while the food was coming, Dean asked Sam, "Soooo... while I was gone, did you bang anyone new?"

"No Dean, I did not! I mainly spent the time looking for you! Why would you even ask that?"

"Because that's what I would have done." Dean said with a smile. Sam rolled his eyes and smiled. His brother was back to his usual crude self. The waitress finally came back and placed the food down in front of them. The second his burgers hit the table, Dean grabbed one and shoved it into his mouth. Sam looked at him with disapproval and politely waited until the waitress left to eat his eggs.

Within ten minutes, they were back in the Impala, almost to their destination. As they drove closer and closer, they looked out the window at potential motels they could stay at. Just past the Welcome to Chesterville sign, they saw the The Chesterville Inn. Dean, who had earlier convinced Sam to let him drive, pulled into an empty parking spot in the motel lot. They got out of the car and walked over to the door marked with a Front Desk sign. They walked in and up to the counter at the edge of the small room.

"Hi. Can we check out a room?" Sam asked the plump woman at the counter.

She looked from Sam to Dean and then gave them a small smile. "Ahhh, new love. Are you guys here on a romantic getaway?" Dean started to laugh a little causing Sam to elbow him in the ribs.

"No we are not, we are-" Sam was telling her before she interrupted him.

"There is nothing for you to ashamed of sweetie," she said, smiling sympathetically. "Be proud of who you are!"

"Yeah Honey!" Dean said, patting Sam's back heartily before quickly walking out of the room and bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Sam followed briefly after checking out a room with two queens, despite the pep talk he had been given by the enthusiastic lady at the counter.