Pretty When You Wonder

by cntrlphreaque

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Sam woke to the sound of a door closing. It took him a moment to realize that he could not move causing his eyes fly open, memories of the attack came flooding back. Sam blinked several times to clear his blurry vision and comperhend what he saw. First he was duct taped to a chair not unlike the one he had ealier sat on to put on his shoes. His arms were taped down at his sides to the back legs. His knees painfully bent under the chair taped at the ankles to the back legs as well. His chest was also taped to the back of the chair affectively immobilizing him. When he looked up to call for Dean he was shocked silent.

Dean was splayed out on a bed about three foot from him, naked and tied down. His wrists were bound with what appeared to be leather straps fastened into the headboard and his ankles secured to the footboard with belts just looped through the buckles, relying on the little slack to keep them secure. Other than that they both were unharmed, barring the massive headache Sam had and he knew Dean would wake up to. Looking around for the person or persons who did this, he saw and heard no one.

"Dean," Sam said to his brother, "Dean, wake up." When he did not stir, Sam tried a bit louder.

"Dean, damn it, wake up!" there was more than a bit of desperation in his voice. He relaxed a fraction when his older brother's eyes fluttered.

"Dude, you have got to wake up now because we're in deep shit," Sam struggled against the bounds and found them nearly iron tight.

Dean moved his head while he tried to claw himself out of the thick fog that had settled into his brain. He could hear his brother say something but could not for the life of him make out any of the words with all the cotton that had been stuffed into his ears. That did not seem to lessen the drums beating out a prefect rhythm with each beat of his heart along with the marching band banging around in his head. 'How much did I have last night?' wondered Dean trying to scrub his face to shoo away the grogginess but he could not move his arms. This brought awareness to him, enough to get him to completely open his eyes and see that he was looking at the ceiling. 'This can't be good.'

"...'cause we're in deep shit."

Sam's words finally made it to his brain and Dean did not like what his gut was telling him.

"Sam?" Dean asked as he turned his head to look around. When he found his brother he did not like what he saw, nor did he like the fact that he had to look over his arm to see him. The movement confirmed the fact that he was tied to the bed and that he was naked. 'Shit, this is SO not good.'

"Dean, we have got to get out of here," Sam was imploring him to come up with a plan as he struggled against his restraints.

"What do we know?" Dean got right to business while he, too, explored the extent of his bounds. Craning his head around, Dean studied the straps on his wrists and his ankles.

Sam was happy that his brother was now awake but he knew that those belts would not give easily. "First, I saw a figure in the doorway right before I passed out. Second, we have been out for little over about two hours by the clock on the night stand. Third, we are not in our room and I don't think this is our motel either. Fourth, no one is here with us now but I heard a door close when I woke up," all business, but he cracked and asked, "Dude, what could this be about? You think it has anything to do with what we were investigating?" He was frowning trying to come up with some sort of explaination of why.

"Sam, I don't know. What I do know it that these are our belts holding me to this fucking bed. They are screwed into the headboard with three screws each and I can't budge them. Can you move at all?" Dean hoped he had kept the fear out of his voice. He had to remain strong for his younger brother who seemed to be barely holding it together.

"No, it's just duct tape but I think they used the whole damn roll to cocoon me to this stupid chair," Sam stated, feeling more confident at the sound of his brother's words. "Shit!"

"What is it?" Dean strained his neck to see what as happening.

"Cramp," Sam hissed. It felt like his left calf was in vice, the muscle wanting to ball up as tight at it possibly could. The worst thing was he could do nothing to relieve the pain. With his eyes closed and his mouth clamped, Sam road it out trying to focus on his breathing. 'At least it took the edge off the headache,' Sam chuckled to himself as the pain slowly subsided.

"You okay, Sammy?" concern and frustration filled Dean's words.

"Yeah," Sam breathed opening his eyes. He did not have time to express more then they both jerked their attention to the sound of the door opening.

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