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Dean didn't know how long he was out… or even what day it was for that matter. The only thing he could deduce was that he wouldn't be moving around any time soon. His arms were tightly tied above his head, which seemed overkill to him. If they thought there was a chance of him escaping then they truly underestimated the power the crap they were pumping him with.
He could hardly move a muscle. He could still feel everything right down to the sting radiating from his chest. But movement just wouldn't come to him. Moving his head the slightest bit to get a look at where he was being held was about all he could muster and it didn't take long for him to realize that maybe that wasn't such a good idea.
"Oh! You're awake! Finally… Dean I was starting to get rather bored."
'God damn it…' Dean growled in his mind. Just what he needed…
"Are you ready for more fun? I know I am! I've been itching to try some different things you see. I figured you wouldn't mind."
'As if I had a choice you psycho…'
"Encase you are wondering… you've been out for two days."
'Two?! Two fucking days? Oh god… Sammy…'"I suppose I got a little… uh... knife happy the other day."
'I hate you… I fucking hate you…'"It took days for you to heal. I guess I might have given you too much of that "Miracle Mix" huh? I'll have to keep that in mind. The more you have the more time it takes for you to heal up. Interesting…"
'Oh if I could only move…'"Well Dean... Lets get back to business shall we?"
An evil smile halted Dean's inner thoughts as the insane man above him brought a smoking object into view. It was a long iron rod, glowing red at the tip. The sizzling sound that hissed from it signaled just how hot the metal was.
"It's a shame you can't scream… Cause I'm sure I would have highly enjoyed the sound."
Dean slammed his eyes shut, hoping and wishing that he were somewhere else. But all of the wishing in the world couldn't help him now. Searing hot pain ripped through his torso as he lay chemically altered and unable to stop the burning of his flesh. The pain was so unbearable that he never noticed a gentle hand rest on his forehead.
'Sammy… Help…' Were the only thoughts he could muster as warm salty tears escaped the corners of his eyes.
"I think I got somethin'."
Sam nearly knocked over the barstool at Ash's declaration and crossed the empty room in a limited amount of anxious strides. The mid day sunlight seeping through the cracks in the windows momentarily blinded him in his haste.
"What?"
Ash glanced up at Sam from his homemade laptop, clearly hearing the desperation in the young hunters voice and frowned at the look on Sam's face.
"Had to hack into the FBI for their satellites…"
"The FBI?"
"Yea… easier then it looks actually. Almost like they WANT to leave the backdoor open for the strays."
Sam shook his head at the mullet-sporting hippie-esk individual sitting in front of him.
"Ash… the hotel had a security camera… did you get that?"
"Uh… no… I didn't even look… but I got something better!"
Ash pulled the laptop in front of Sam and hit a button starting a clear as crystal streaming video of the hotel parking lot.
"Watch the corner there…"
Sam leaned in to see the screen better and concentrated on the area Ash was pointing to. Suddenly the tip of a vehicle came into focus. Not a lot of it… but just enough for Sam to release a gasp of recognition without a form ever entering view.
"El Caminooo." Ash announced in a drawl while leaning back in his wooden chair. Triumph was written on his features with a cocky smirk as he watched the screen, missing Sam's face go from shock to pure anger.
"Gordon…"
"Mm hmmm… S'what I figured too."
"That's his car… Orange…"
"El Camino." Ash interrupted. "Admired it the last time he stopped by here bout a year ago. She's pretty sweet."
"Is there anything else?"
"No just the car. You never see anyone."
Sam absorbed Ash's words and pulled a chair over to himself before he collapsed.
"I can't believe it. All this time… I wondered how anyone could have gotten the drop on Dean. It makes sense it was a hunter."
"Gotta tell ya… never liked the guy anyways. Beat me in Ping Pong before and never let me forget it. Cocky bastard."
Sam finally broke from his trance and turned to look at the roadie genius sitting next to him with a 'Who farted' look upon his face.
"Ping Pong?"
"Yea… You know. Ya get the ball into the other guys glass and they have to drink it… didn't you go to college?"
"I guess I missed that class." Sam muttered, standing back up and running a hand through his unruly locks. "Ash can you trace that car somehow? See where he could have taken Dean?"
"Sure I can. Anything to help Dean-o out… good guy right there. Good sense of humor." Ash, who turned back to the monitor, petted his unkempt mullet and grinned.
"Yea…" The tears Sam had been holding back were threatening to overspill at hearing the complement aimed at his brother. Granted it came from Ash, but he was right. Dean was a good guy despite his many faults and now that he knew Gordon had him… he was scared more then ever that rest of the world wouldn't be able to find that out for themselves.
Gordon was no doubt out for revenge… a revenge that Sam deserved more then his big brother did. After all if it weren't for him this probably would have never happened. It was himself that stopped Dean from killing Lenore and her 'Family'. Guilt flushed through him and he tried desperatly to shake it off. Being angry with himself wasn't going to help Dean... and Sam had a feeling Dean needed all the help he could get.
-8 Hours Later-
A thick sheen of sweat covered his skin as spine-shaking heaves racked his body. Gordon made it a long torture session, stopping only a few moments to get new "toys" to "test out".
…And Dean was awake for every bit of it.
No darkness consumed him. No comfort arose to save him from the extreme pain that came and went. Sharp bursts of agony lit up all his senses and at it's worst Dean had just wished for it to all end. He'd have rather faced Death again then go through those longs hours of extreme torture.
Only one thought kept him fighting with every breath he took… and that was Sam.
He couldn't leave Sam behind… not alone. They had a grand mission and it would be selfish of him to check out early and leave his little brother to handle the burden on his own. He didn't cheat death twice only to have this be his fate. His fathers sacrifice wasn't going to go to waste… it couldn't.
No… he had to survive this damn it! If only he could just move. He was better then this! He shouldn't have gotten kidnapped in the first freaking place.
But he wasn't prepared for Gordon's secret weapon.
It was a weapon so evil it caused his body to shut down on him… letting him feel everything but do nothing. A needle full of pure evil. He hadn't given it to him since the moment he woke up all those hours ago. It was probably why he was still awake now.
It had been a little while since Gordon left the room, a second person that Dean still couldn't get a well enough look at, following in his wake. And in the last few minutes he could feel his body start to shudder. Whether from cold or shock, he didn't know. But he was damn sure he couldn't do shit about it.
Dean closed his eyes again. It was no use. Movement wasn't going to come to him and now that the adrenaline was seeping out of his body he could feel sleep glaze over his tired eyes.
He might as well try to get some rest… he needed all the energy he could get if he was going to survive the next session.
Ellen frowned at the sight before her. Sam sat alone in the back corner of the Roadhouse. His only company was his laptop, perched in front of him, guarding him from the other occupants in the room. It was still early in the evening and only a few stragglers and regulars were present, sipping on half empty glasses of their beer of choice but Ellen knew that even if the room were empty Sam would still be secluded in that corner.
"Hey… Rum and Coke?" A customer at the bar interrupted her concern and she threw a smile on for the sake of her business.
"Coming right up Hun." She forced and turned around to prepare the man's drink for him. Once she finished she slide it his way and risked an other glance at that back table.
Ash was good at what he did but under these circumstances he was taking too damn long. It was bad enough she had been keeping this all a secret to her daughter. She told her that the boys had an argument and left it at that though she was sure Jo didn't believe her. But it didn't matter anyways. She didn't press the issue and Ellen knew just the reason why. Her daughter was still sour at the information she gave her about their father. She didn't once speak to Sam since he arrived, hardly even looked at him.
The weathered barmaid frowned deeper at her actions. Those boys had just as much a part in her husband's death as the freaking Pope did… None. But she was angry… no… she was SCARED! The thought of losing her daughter was equally as unacceptable as Sam losing his brother. At the time she couldn't help releasing her emotions but it sure didn't make it right either.
Suddenly, as if someone of a higher power was listening to her thoughts, Ash appeared in the bar and strode over to Sam's table. He handed over a piece of paper to the young hunter and she watched as Sam's eyes widened with what she could only guess was a glint of hope.
Ash found him.
Sam was up and away from the table before Ellen could collect herself enough to start untying her apron. He quickly disappeared out the Roadhouse door into the early evening, walking with a purpose and a cause.
"Jo!" she screamed over the jukebox. "Take care of things and close early!"
"But…" The young blonde started to protest as customers looked up at the frantic middle-aged bartender with confusion written across their faces.
"Ash! Help her!" And before there could be any more objections Ellen was already out the door, following in Sam's footsteps as Ash and Jo looked at each other with annoyance.
Sam had just closed the trunk and was heading for the drivers side of the Impala… gun in hand... when Ellen jogged up to the young man.
"I'm coming with you." She announced in the best 'And don't give me any shit.' Tone she could muster.
Sam didn't say a word but paused, his hand hovering over the handle of the car door. Finally Sam nodded in her direction, selfishly accepting the help, before pulling open the door and sliding in behind the wheel.
A few seconds later, the only evidence that the Impala was ever in the driveway to the Roadhouse was a spray of rocks and a dust cloud following in its wake.
A voice pulled him out of his restless slumber. Realizing the mistake he made before, Dean laid as still as he could, attempting to wake up enough to listen to the words coming from the mouth of his captor. The conversation was one-sided… he must have been on the phone. It ended fast and Dean only caught "… So he's on his way… good…" before a click resounded through the dimly lit white room. Gordon had hung up.
"I know your awake Dean."
'Damn it.' Dean cracked his heavy eyelids and if he could he'd have openly cursed at Gordon's fuzzy form looming over his face.
"I have to say… I'm disappointed in Sammy, Dean. I figured he'd have figured it out sooner. I've had you for days. I thought you'd have taught him better."
Dean didn't like the close proximity and tried his muscles out again, only getting slight movements.
"On don't waste your strength struggling Dean. Sammy's coming for you. Just relax." Gordon's mouth widened in a sickening feral smile as he brought a vial into view. A small bit of light bounced off the needle tip, catching Dean's full attention. Gordon's hand snaked up, bringing the needle with it.
Dean felt a pinch in his arm before a burning sensation filtered down into his body as the drug started to do its job.
"There now… I gave you a triple dose. You were out two days from the last double dose. Took you forever to heal up. Lets see what 3 times as much does to you."
A thick haze settled over Dean's awareness and his body went completely limp. His eyes started to flutter as a heavy weight rested on his mind. God Damn it he hated being so damn helpless! It was a feeling he would never get use to.
"Remember this?" Gordon asked, wanting Dean to see what he held before he was completely out of it. "It tasted your brother's blood once. Just a few months ago… you remember Dean?"
Dean's glassy eyes focused as best they could on the object in front of him.
Gordon's hunting knife. The same one that bastards used to cut Sam as he tried to prove his point. The same one Dean taunted him with, jabbing it in a table only feet away from a tied up and angry vampire hunter.
"Sure you remember. Did you ever wonder what it felt like as it sliced cleanly through your brother's skin like butter? Must have stung huh?"
Dean could do nothing but listen and watch through foggy eyes. He didn't like where this was going.
"I hope Sammy finds you soon… cause Dean? This is going to be VERY painful."
He couldn't react… he couldn't scream… and Gordon reveled in it as he pulled the large hunting knife back. With one swift moment he brought it down hard, buring it's sharp edge deep into Dean's stomach. The only thing viewable was the hilt.
The pain was blinding and as he felt his consciousness ebb and flow away, the last thing he felt before passing out was a shift jerk. The knife left his body, dripping with his blood.
Gordon pulled out a towel and wiped the blade clean as he motioned for the other person waiting in the wings to come over to the table.
"Now do what you got to do. I don't want him to die… yet. Just make sure he still feels the pain."
Frightened pale hands settled on Dean's chest but the bleeding man never would know it.
Gordon stood watching in complete amusement, hoping with every fiber of his being that the great John Winchester was watching somewhere from beyond. He wanted the whole Winchester family to feel pain... every single one of them. The youngest was on his way and he was ready to give the little bastard his broken brother back. But this wasn't over... not by a longshot. He'd give them a slight pause before the real fun began. Afterall what good is the hunt without the elemant of surprise?