Warmth in the Winter
Chapter two:
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{The Quotes will never have anything to actually do with the story, they are just there}
Quote: The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket.
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"So Dean, I bet I can guess what you're thinking right now. Something along the lines of, where's my brother? What do you want? I'm going to kill you. Was I right?" the Sam look alike asked smirking down at Dean.
Dean grunted and pulled hard against the restraints but fell back against the bed huffing slightly out of breath.
"Well, that's why I took the tape off of your eyes. We both know silver will hurt anything that can shift into something else, so here were go, with your very own knife. "
Dean watched as Sam took the silver knife in his hands and sliced a small cut on his forearm. Sam winced along with Dean but nothing happened.
Dean began struggling again, this was not Sam, he was possessed!
"And now I know you think I'm possessed, so here we go, some salt." He said pulling a handful of white powder from his pocket and putting some in his mouth.
He winced at the horrible taste but nothing else.
"And let's just throw in some holy water." He said turning and grabbing a gallon of water from under the table.
Inside the gallon were rosary beads and he drank from the gallon before setting it back down under Dean.
"But, I know you still don't believe I'm Sam, so, I'm going to bring some things into the open. Hm, just the other day a song came on and it was one you sang to me as a kid, you used to cook mac and cheese whenever I asked, you hated it when I did that puppy dog look when I was a kid because I got everything I wanted, I gave you that amulet, one Christmas you stole me a Barbie and wand for Christmas, one of the first things we hunted while back together was a Wendigo, you were taken by a gene once, should I go on?" he asked smirking.
Dean snarled something that resembled "I'll kill you!" and Sam rolled his eyes.
"Sure, whatever, let me guess, you still don't believe I'm Sam? What ever gets you through the night." He said smirking.
A door opened then and Sam didn't even bother to turn around.
"Just bring it over here." He said loudly.
The man that walked in was wearing a mask and he was pushing a large cart. There were three shelves and they were all filled with things though Dean just couldn't make them out.
The cart was pushed right up to the side left side of Dean and he turned his head to the side as much as he could and he swallowed.
On the top of the cart wasn't torture devices, but medical things.
He swallowed worriedly and looked up frantically at Sam's face.
Sam laughed and set up what looked like a pole for an IV.
Dean quickly began trying to talk through the belt and pulling as hard as he could against the restraints, he could feel the blood dripping from his wrists and ankles but he just pulled harder.
"Do I have to put you under again or will you stop moving?" Sam snapped holding up a needle filled with a clear liquid.
Dean froze and went slack on the table quickly.
"Good boy" Sam said smirking before he went back to setting up the IV pole and attaching a full bag to it.
Dean was about to pull the restraints again but one look from Sam and he was shrinking down against the table quickly.
Dean held his breath as he watched Sam get a needle and line ready but was relieved to see it wasn't attached to the bag yet.
He bit the leather when the needle was pushed into his arm and let go when he felt Sam putting gauze on it then taping it up extremely carefully.
"I wouldn't mess with this once I've connected it, you don't want it slipping out of a vein. Who knows what could happen if this stuff starts getting pumped into you and not in a vein, whew, I'm glad I'm not you right now." Sam said smirking down at Dean.
Dean turned pale as he watched Sam connect the tube to the tube hanging from the bag but Sam didn't open the little valve thing and he sighed in relief.
Sam grabbed the box that was on the second shelf and put it on the now cleared top on, pushing away the left over medical supplies.
He snapped the box open and Dean wished the medical things were back. This was the torture stuff.
Knives, pins, things he had never seen before. Things he had hoped he would never have to see. They were all crammed into the box, and now that the box had been moved he could just see more things on the next two shelves.
He whimpered and shrunk further into himself.
"What's wrong Dean, not so tough now are you?" Sam asked laughing.
"Sam! Sam! Please!" Dean yelled through the belt.
"You should be thankful!" Sam hissed at him.
Though Dean couldn't fully make his regular facial expressions the one he had on right now was plain as day.
"Do you know what I had to do to get you here? All the way to New York from California! Do you know the price on your head? There are things out there offering the world for your head, "Screw Sammy we want Dean" is what they say. The price on your head has things crawling out of hell just to find you.
Do you know how much angels are willing to do just to get their hands on you? Sure, those sigils branded on your ribs will hide you, but come on, you're worth more than the world right now.
You should be thankful that I decided to take you here, I won't kill you or hand you over so soon like all the other would. I'll let you stay here, for a long time, before I even begin to think about getting rid of you and cash in."
Dean felt like he was going to be sick; this wasn't Sam he reminded himself.
Sam picked up a small knife and held it up in front of his face. He looked at it, turning it around in his fingers before lowering it to Deans face.
Dean hissed as he pushed it down onto his face and cut from the corner of his left eye to his chin.
He bit down hard onto the leather belt as its twin was made on the other side of his face.
"It looks like tears of blood." Sam said in almost awe.
Dean snarled but did nothing else; he couldn't do anything else.
"You know, I really don't like marring your skin like this; you're so beautiful, I hate to see you like this." Sam whispered looking Deans body over.
Dean's stomach rolled at the words and he wanted nothing more than to kill this evil son of a bitch.
Dean bit down hard as the knife suddenly found purchase on his right thigh and was dragged down in a deeper cut then the one of his face.
He screamed through the belt as he felt the knife go straight down about an inch into his left leg.
He screamed harder as it was pushed down and he gasped panting when it was removed.
Sam picked up the small box of pins and picked up one out of it.
He slowly turned it around in front of Deans face before sticking the first small pin harshly into his stomach.
Then another, then he lost count as pin after pin was pushed into his arms, legs, stomach, sides, feet, hands.
He knew there were a hundred pins in the box from what the box said but he didn't know how many had been used on him.
He nearly fainted when a large spike was pushed into abdomen.
"Come on Dean, it's been what? Five minutes? You can't tell me that's all you got?"
Dean panted for a few seconds before jerking his head up. The belt ripped down onto his chin and he panted harshly.
"I'm just getting comfy." He panted smirking up at Sam before spitting blood out of his mouth and onto the floor.
A large smirk grew onto Sam's face and it turned into one of pleasure as Dean screamed when the knife was pushed into his leg.
"Oh I'm just getting started." Sam said smirking.
Dean's head fell back as he panted. He let his eyes shut and he wished he hadn't taken the belt out.
It was another five hours of cutting, pulling the pins out then pushing them into different places, burning, and beating did Sam stop.
Dean panted, and smiled up at Sam.
"What's wrong? Need to take a break?" he asked smirking.
Sam looked at Dean's bloody smile and smirked back.
"No, I was actually just thinking about giving this a test run, what do you think? Should we give it a try?" Sam asked walking towards the IV pole, wiping his bloody hands on Deans stomach making him wince and pant in pain.
"Why not, what's the worst that could happen?" Dean asked setting his face.
"Well besides you dying? Not much. I like your attitude boy." Sam said smiling before turning the little valve so it opened.
At first Dean didn't feel any different, but slowly he could feel a coldness seeping through his body.
His body clenched and jerked on the table and a cold dread spread through him.
He looked around and his eyes widened and his mouth opened.
There was Sammy, at fourteen just like that night, but he was mad, he had an angry face.
He jerked his head but when he looked back Sammy wasn't there, Alastair was, with his dad and an older Sammy, not quite as old as he was yet though.
"I'm gonna kill you boy, real slow." His dad said said in his powerful voice.
Dean pushed back against the bed as the three of them walked over to him and then three sets of hands began torturing him, all at once doing different things.
Dean screamed in sheer pain as Sam rammed the knife straight into his stomach and his stomach spasmed around the cool blade.
Sam watched as Dean's body contorted and he screamed in pure agony at the things he could only see and feel.
Tears streaked from the corners of his eyes and rolled down the cuts, turning red from the blood.
"Please! Please! Stop! Please! Somebody Help Me! Please!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
Sam winced as Dean's voice broke but his smile came back full force as his head was thrown to the side as if he had been smacked to shut up.
Sam watched for an hour as Dean screamed himself hoarse before slipping the belt back onto his mouth and leaving the room.
Dean didn't stop screaming through the belt for another three hours before he fainted from exhaustion and pain.
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Sam paced around the room, pulling his hair harshly waiting for the phone call. Another ten minutes of silence and growling before the phone rang and he pounced on it.
"Booby?" he snapped.
"Yeah boy, it's me." He said quietly.
"Well? Did you find him?" he demanded.
"No, boy I got all of my feelers out, it took me over two weeks to notify them all, there were so many; I mean every tom dick and harry that I've ever met are watching for him. They said they went to every hospital in their area and no one like him was even there. They checked the police station too. I'm sorry boy, we're just going to have to keep search-"
"I'VE BEEN SEARCHING!" Sam yelled into the phone, squeezing it tighter in his fist.
"I know boy, but come on, this is Dean, he's the only person I know that is impossible to get the jump on. If he was taken, then you need to get ready to find him, fight whatever took him, then get him out… or he could just be off on his own-"
"HE WOULDN'T HAVE JUST LEFT ME HERE IN GOD DAMN CALIFORNIA WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A CALL OR NOTE!" Sam yelled getting frustrated again.
"Sam, I know, tell me again exactly what happened." Bobby said trying to calm him.
"Alright, a month ago Dean and I were in a little diner and he was inside getting the food while I waited outside in the car. Then I saw a goddamn vampire in the alley feeding on some girl. So of course I got out and fought it, I took its head off and by the time I got back to the diner the car was gone and Dean was gone. I took a cab back to our hotel but our things were packed up and everything was gone. I went to the first place in the yellow pages but he wasn't there either. And now I've been searching goddamn California for a month without any sign of him!"
"Alright, well it could have been a set up." Bobby said after a minute of deep thought.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"I mean what if a shape shifter took your form while you were killing the vamp and went with Dean. Dean thought it was you, so of course he went with it. Then the shifter; or you got the drop on him."
Sam fell down so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Why the hell hadn't they thought of that a month ago?
"Bobby, what if he hunted with the shifted, they could be anywhere in the world. Dean would go anywhere I said there was a hunt. He could be in Rhode Island while I'm here like a shmuck looking in all of the wrong places!"
"Now calm down Sam, you don't know where he is-"
"Listen, I have an idea, I'm going to need to call you back." Sam said distractedly before hanging up.
Sam quickly pulled his phone out and held his breath while he dialed his last and closest psychic friend. He counted the rings impatiently before she answered.
"Hello?" said the cautious voice on the other line.
"Julie? Hey, its Sam, I need your help-"
"Come right over then, but you're going to have to make the visit fast, I have two hours before I need to catch a plane-"
"To where?" Sam demanded.
"Well I was planning on visiting my family in Massachusetts for a while-"
"Buy me a ticket with you; I'm going to need to be on that plane." Sam said quickly before hanging up.
Sam grabbed his already packed bag and quickly got into his stolen car.
He didn't stop driving until he was in Washington and at Julie's small house.
He jumped out with his bag and was just about to pound on the door but it swung open and he was dragged inside before the door slammed.
"Sheesh Sam, are you trying to get me killed?" she asked before turning and walking away down the hall.
Sam quickly ran after her; knowing she was talking about using her real name on the phone and coming to her real house. She was weird like that.
She sat down in a small chair at the round wooden table and threw a black sheet over it that had white markings on it.
Sam got the lights as she began lighting the candles then they both sat down.
"Who am I calling or looking for now?" she asked.
"Look for Dean-"
"What the hell Sam?" Julie asked.
"He's been missing-"
"I know that! What I mean is why would you have me look for him? Obviously I tried looking for him already. As soon as I heard from the other side that he was gone I looked, trust me, I spent a week straight searching, going through spirit after spirit. None of them would tell."
"But they do know?" Sam asked quickly.
"Well some of them do, others don't. I know this little dead girl that knew, said a bad man was doing bad stuff to him last she checked. She refused to tell me where he was though."
"Well call her back up!" Sam said quickly.
"I can't just pick up the phone and call-"
"Please, just try to talk to her!" he pleaded.
She ground her teeth together but flicked the lights on and stomped to the other room to get her Ouija board.
Sam put out some of the candles but left the rest and cleared the table quickly. She came back in carrying the largest board he had ever seen someone use and she opened it onto the table.
On it were words, places, times, the alphabet, numbers, yes, no, and other random things.
She brought out a map of the fifty states that was large enough that in each state you could see town names.
She put one of her hands on a necklace that he had never seen her with before and she closed her eyes and began whispering words.
Sam strained to hear and he knew she was speaking a different language.
She knew seventeen languages; known of them he knew.
After a second she stopped and looked around the room before putting her hand out, as if waiting for something to be put in it.
Sam almost jerked back and fell when a small wooden block fell into her hand.
"Thank you, I'll put it with my other toys that you gave me sweetie." Julie said smiling kindly at someone.
Julie placed the block down onto the board and placed the tips of her fingers on it.
"Honey, can you tell me who this is with me?" She asked.
He felt a chill in front of him and he smiled slowly, looking around.
His attention snapped to the board when the block began to move.
It stopped on yes.
"Can you tell me who this is?" she asked
Julie quickly scribbled about ten different hunters onto a piece of paper, his name in the middle.
The block moved onto his name and she smiled.
"Very good, this is the man I was telling you about, the one who misses his brother very much, he's very sad, he wants his brother, do you know where he is?" she asked slowly.
After a minute the block moved again, onto the yes.
"Can you show us where he is?"
This time they had to wait a few minutes for the block to move onto the map, then they watched as it left a trail from Washington and took stops every now and then.
"Different places they stopped to hunt" Julie whispered to Sam's confused face.
Sam ground his teeth as he realized Dean had been hunting this whole time and possibly right now with someone else; or maybe on his own.
The block stooped in Pennsylvania.
"Is that where they are now?" Julie asked.
The block slid to no.
"Is that where they last were?"
It slid to yes.
"Why can't you tell me where they are?"
The block went to the word "big" then the word "trouble".
"Why will you be in trouble?"
The block went to big trouble again.
"Alright, can you whisper to me?" Julie asked.
She waited a minute before the chill passed me and went to her.
She tilted her head to the side and began speaking in another language; most likely the girls first language.
After a long time Julie stood up and began clearing up.
"Well? What did she say?" Sam demanded standing and clearing everything with her.
"She told me she didn't like you, and that you were a bad man. She also told me that Dean was now somewhere big. She also said that if any spirit, ghost, or creature told where Dean was then they would be dragged to hell and never let out. Apparently, everyone knows about what is going on, and if you even breath wrong about it, you might as well have killed youself.
She said hunters were dead because they were too close to him for their liking. Something big is going on Sam; something really big. This isn't like them, something's not right." She said worriedly.
Sam sat back down worried.
Great, just great.
He was somewhere big, he was on lockdown by every supernatural creature in the world that was dead and alive, and he probably thought he had been with him this whole time.
He was so screwed.
"Somewhere big, like, a big building?" Sam asked suddenly.
"I'm not sure. Just somewhere big-"
"Because what state, is the biggest?" Sam asked, something trying to click in his head.
"Cali, Texas, and Florida I think-"
"What is the biggest? What state is the most famous?" Sam asked smiling suddenly.
"New York" they said at the same time.
"That makes sense, the path led to New York, its big, and impossible to find a missing person in!" Julie said excitedly.
"Can you go to New York with m-"
"They kill hunters who enter the state in fear of one thing going wrong, and you want me to go in there with you?" she shrieked incredulously.
"Julie, please, Dean and I need you!" he pleaded.
"Look Sam, there isn't much I wouldn't do for a hunter, and even less for what I wouldn't do for you or Dean, but killing myself is one of those things." She said
"Look, all I need is for you to be in New York, then looking for him will be easier. Then you can go and I can save him on my own."
"Look, I know you were the ones with Pam when her eyes burned out, and I know you were the ones with her when she was killed; I'm sorry, but you don't have a good streak with psychics." She said honestly.
"Yeah but, come on! Just cross into New York, then you can leave!" he begged.
"Fine, I'll think about it on the plane ride, but we have to go, now." She said grabbing a luggage bag and her coat.
Sam grabbed his only bag and FBI wallet so he would be allowed to bring his three guns on with him.
The ten minute drive to the airport was quiet with Sam begging and Julie pointedly ignoring what he had to say.
As soon as they got there he left Julie to go get his ticket and so people wouldn't see him with her, or they would wonder why an FBI agent was with a regular none FBI agent.
He went to the counter, got his ticket under his false name, and walked straight through, flashing his badge to multiple stops.
He finally got to where he needed to be and handed his bag over and pulled out his three guns and two knives while the workers called Bobby for confirmation.
Bobby gave his usual reply and he was cleared through with his weapons.
He settled into a seat and saved the one on the outside for Julie.
Ten minutes later Julie was boarding and quickly sat on the side of him.
"Thanks for taking the window seat." She said appreciatively.
He nodded then looked out the window.
At first the mumbling was easy to take but after a few minutes he sighed and turned to Julie.
Her hands were shaking and she was clutching wooden rosary beads. She was praying in what sounded to be Hebrew.
"Julie, relax, the chance of-"
"Yeah, sure, whatever." She said before continuing her prayers.
"Can you even pray? What with what you do and all-"
"Well I haven't burst into flames after all of these years so I would assume I can." She snapped before continuing.
He couldn't help the smirk that slid onto his face but he quickly stifled his laughter and took his iPod out and handed it to her.
She put the ear buds in and after a second he could hear the music blaring.
He laughed quietly as she started her praying with the music and laid back against the seat.
It was going to be a long flight, he might as well get some shut eye.
He had just gotten comfy when an elbow jabbed him in the side.
"What?" he asked rubbing his side.
"You cant sleep! What if a spirit is here? Or a phantom?" she hissed with wide eyes.
"Wake me if you see anyone possessed. And everytime someone comes near you say Christo." He said tiredly and rolling back onto his side.
She nodded quickly and looked around, clutching a small bottle of salt now.
He couldn't help his laugh but settled back down anyway.
Dean, I'm coming, don't worry.
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Dean spit out the blood in his mouth and snarled.
"You have been on that table for a month, how on earth are you still alive?" Sam asked him impressed, though it wasn't actually a question.
He had done everything to Dean. From burning, dunking, cutting, beating, slicing, injecting with copious amounts of drugs, whipping, singeing, starving, dehydration, cutting open and sewing up, shooting, breaking bones, suffocating, choking, stabbing, gang rape, to anything else he could think of.
"What makes you tick?" Sam wondered.
"I've died (pants for breath) over two hundred times (pants) I lived in hell for forty years (pants harshly and coughs up blood) what makes you think a few months here is anything compared to what I've been through?"
Sam studied his bloodied broken face for a while before smirking.
"I know what you haven't gotten yet!" he said excitedly.
"Bring it on" Dean goaded in a harsh voice.
"I haven't raped you yet? Have I? Just me and you?" Sam asked him, a malicious smirk growing on his face.
Dean's eyes widened and he jerked on the table.
Sam quickly threw his shirt off and Dean started panicking.
Sam had all of his clothes off faster than Dean would like to it have been and he was straddling his stomach.
Dean body jerked at the heavy weight on him and he screamed as it was applied right where he had recently been stabbed.
"I love when you scream, god it's so beautiful." Sam whispered in awe.
Dean was covered in blood, piss and sweat, every inch of him. One of his legs might be shattered, he had been shot in the shoulder, eight of his fingers were broken, he thinks his foot might be broken as well. He's not sure if his other shoulder is in the joint, and all he knows is if he doesn't get out of here there isn't going to be much left of him.
Just looking down at Dean all bloody and damaged has Sam getting hard in seconds.
He leaned down until his lips are at Dean's ear that still has blood dripping from the inside from when they put head phones on him and played a pitch so loud that had made him pass out and he licks the blood before whispering to him.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard pretty boy, I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard you won't be able to walk ever again."
And then Sam was ramming hard into Dean's ass and Dean was screaming because despite the blood, he was bone dry, and Sam was huge, and Sam was dry, and though he had been raped plenty of times from the rest of the gang, Sam was the biggest and he was Sam and he had to watch as Sam raped him and it hurt, and Sam was hurting him, Sam was hurting him; Sam was fucking hurting him.
"STOP!" Dean screamed out, back arching off the table as much as it could because of the pain.
"That's it, scream for me, scream baby." Sam hissed in his ear before slamming back in roughly.
Dean screamed again and for two hours Dean didn't stop.
Sam took him hard for two hours. Even after he cam in Dean the first time, then the second, he still went on.
When Sam finally climbed off of Dean cum leaked out of his teared hole and he whimpered in pain; not able to do much more than that.
Sam's cock was covered in blood and he smirked at the sight of Deans hole dripping a mixture of blood and cum.
"Did you like that? I can give you more."
Dean whimpered and shook his head weakly.
"Where did all your fire go now? Where's that defiance I love so much?" Sam asked laughing harshly.
Dean whimpered at the sound of Sam laughing and tears leaked out of his eyes and down to each ear.
Sam laughed at the sight of Dean crying and sighed.
"I'm not sated yet, what else can I do?" he wondered aloud, walking around naked.
"Hm, maybe-"
But he didn't finish because he grabbed the gun from the counter and shot Dean in the leg.
Dean screamed in pain and his back arched painfully.
"No, still bored, come on Dean, all you have to do is say one little word, all I need is for you to say yes, just say it, I can stop all of this if you just say yes!" Sam almost pleaded.
"Never" Dean coughed out before spitting blood out again.
"Don't make me call Bruce back in!" Sam threatened.
Dean visibly paled and began shaking harshly on the table.
"No, no, no, please no!" he cried shaking and trying to curl in on himself.
"Will you say yes?" Sam asked
"Never" he ground out again.
Sam sighed before walking up to Dean spinning a knife in his hands "you never learn do you?" he asked sadly before taking the knife and stabbing Dean in the shoulder.
Dean screamed and his hands curled into fists, making him scream harder as he moved his broken fingers and squeezed them.
Sam climbed back on top of Dean, so he was straddling his waist again and he reached over and touched the tips of his fingers to the full IV bag.
Dean cried out shaking "please, no more, please, I don't want it, please-"
Sam opened the valve and Dean quickly began twitching before he started convulsing on the table, under Sam's weight to hold him down.
Sam slid the belt into Dean's mouth so he wouldn't bite his tongue and Dean bit hard, his body still seizing.
After ten minutes Sam closed the valve and waited for Dean to gain some power again then he talked "I can make everything stop, just say yes, I know you don't want to be here, why don't you just say yes?" Sam asked softly.
Dean just collapsed onto the table and cried, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes in a steady stream and his body shook in pain and exhaustion.
He was not going to let his little brother kill him, so help him god, he would die by his own hands before he let Sam kill him.
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PLEASE REVIEW! i hope you liked the chapter, more is to come! Be gentle, don't hate on it too much, there is a big difference between constructive criticism and just being rude! Love you ALL!
Oh, so in this chapter i let out a little hint as to why he was kidnapped, with the whole "will you say yes?" and "never" so, if anyone thinks they know why Dean was kidnapped, tell me in a review!
Thanks for reading!