A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying this, I don't have much time to thoroughly check through but hopefully from now on I will be able to. Thanks!
CHAPTER 3
An injection of holy water and a re-application of the devil's trap later, the demon stuck in Sam's body was tied to the same wooden chair as earlier but this time Dean had handcuffed its hands and feet together which also had small engraved devil's traps on them to keep the demon at bay. Something he had learned from Henry Winchester.
Dean began contemplating how to extract any information from the demon without causing too much pain to Sam. It had just finished ranting about how pathetic it saw Sam and Dean and the rehashing of memories made Dean's soul ache when he remembered how his younger brother died in his arms way back when.
"Look you said you would be useful but all you've told is that Crowley has our prophet locked up somewhere. I'm gonna give you ten seconds to prove yourself or it's a one-way ticket down" Dean looked down at his nails seemingly not bothered. Instead of giving information, the demon continued to stroll down the brother's memory lane. "Did it hurt you Dean when little Sammy didn't look for you when you were in purgatory? That had to sting, am I right? Or perhaps when he stabbed you in the back, teaming up with Ruby to release Lucifer? Or how about when he ditched you, going off to Stanford, leaving you all alone" the demon mocked, feeling the scratching of Sam against the walls. Dean turned away, disguising the anger boiling at the surface.
"Listen you good-for-nothing son of a bitch! You are doing nothing but piss me off so say hello to your buddies down under" Dean began to chant an exorcism but was interrupted by the demon's echoing voice again. "I'm surprised at you Dean, no matter how many times he's let you down, you never give up on little Sammy. I mean, that year you were running away from the shadows with your buddy Benny, Sam was leading a perfect life with a girl he loved. You know he didn't even give you a second thought. The same goes for Jessica. He blames you for her death. If you hadn't have gotten Sam in the first place, she would still be alive. You drag him down under the surface when all he's trying to do is stay afloat but you continue being that anchor until you reach the bottom then Sam will be all alone, clawing his way up but he can never quite get there – all because of you. You-" it was silence when Dean suddenly plunged the demon knife deep into Sam's leg, "shut up" he whispered.
Sam screeched inside himself but the demon let out a sickening cackle. "Finally, I never thought you'd react. I've been going through the motions in Sammy's mind to find out what buttons to press, guess I found them" it sniggered. Dean walked off leaving the knife sticking in his brother's leg. Anger and guilt collided within as he knew pain had struck his brother on the inside.
"Aw, what's that now? Cat got your tongue? C'mon Dean, I know you can do better than that. I can read Sam's mind and I know you two packed some fun torture toys just for me so whip 'em out!" Dean didn't want to hurt his brother but he was furious with that demon for conjuring up his past wounds. "What about when Sammy had no soul. That year when you lived through hell while you thought he was there himself. Nope, he sailed through one whole year enjoying the good stuff without a care in the world. How many nights did you go unslept? Hmm? How often did you walk down the street and see Sam but at a second glance it was something else? While you were living your own worst nightmare, he was living a dream" the demon continued to taunt. Memories of two years ago flashed behind Dean's eyes.
Sleepless nights. The sleep Dean finally got lasted only an hour or two. Waking up in cold sweats. Burning headaches. Screaming Sam's name in the middle of the night. Picturing fiery flames pouring all over Sam's face.
The demon knew right where to hit Dean at his weak points. The right leavers to pull. He reached into his duffle bag, lifting out a large bottle and a series of injections, each filled with Holy water. Dean stabbed Sam in the arm, pushing the water in, releasing screams from the demon.
The Holy water continued being injected into the demon, despite this, the demon only released small bouts of information. "Dean, Dean, Dean. Surely you can do better than this?" it teased. So far the demon explained briefly Crowley was trying to find out what they were doing by getting the tablet translated. "Just tell me dammit!" Dean yelled. "How about you and Sammy have another talk? See you in a few" it winked before slamming its eyes shut.
Sam re-woke by gasping for air. "Dean?" Sam's voice was hoarse. "Sammy?! Sammy!" Dean kneeled to his level. "Hey, how're you doin' in there?" Dean's voice was barely a whisper. "I'm so sorry it's doing this to you. He's trying to get a rise out of you, trying to make you hurt me. You gotta do what you have to okay? Promise me Dean" Sam's head sunk, tired from the ordeal. "Sam-" "No, I don't want to let you down again. Do this for me, I'll heal but if we don't find out where Kevin is then we won't be able to shut hell up" Sam begged. "Fine, only to a certain point" Dean replied grudgingly. Sam shut his heavy eyes, opening them once again to reveal darkness, "you ready?" the demon cockily said. Dean nodded disapprovingly.
The elder brother took out various instruments from his duffle bag, preparing for his torture.
Blood slowly dripped from Sam's face, hands, neck and chest. Dean's self-loathing increased dramatically at his brother's horrid request but the demon finally revealed where Crowley was holding Kevin along with the other half of the demon tablet which had been missing for months.
There were various scratch marks of different lengths and depths covering Sam's empty face. Bruises began to reveal themselves around his eyes. Sam's hair was drenched with sweat and Holy water. The corner of his mouth had the remains of salt where it was forced down his mouth. The chair handles had scratch marks where Sam's nails had clawed and fought against the pain.
Occasionally the demon spat out large quantities of blood which severely worried Dean though he carried on, following Sam's wishes.
Once the demon had given the information to Dean, the older brother wrapped Sam's stabbed knee with a cloth to stop the bleeding which had now turned a disgusting crimson colour.
"The things you can do with torture tools Dean" the demon clicked its tongue approvingly, "I'm proud of you" it clicked Sam's jaw back into place after Dean sucker punched him. "Screw you" Dean threw everything back into his bag and stood at the tip of the devil's trap, eyeing his bloody brother with such hatred for himself. "After three long hours of being stuck in a room with you, I can finally send you to Hell, bitch" Dean began reciting the exorcism again, for the last time.
"No Dean, we had a deal. You said once I gave up my Intel, you'd let me go" worry filled Sam's voice although it was the demon speaking. "You honestly think I'm gonna let you walk free? You could go running to Crowley like an obedient bitch and tell him everything about this afternoon. No way in hell, but since you're going there-" Dean smiled though his thoughts felt dead.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica...
Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te ... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare...
Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis...
Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt...
Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.
Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
After some severe head spinning and sputters, the demon released a vile of thick, black smoke, leaving Sam's weak and damaged body.
Dean ran towards his brother, unlocking the demonic handcuffs and lifting his brother to lie on the floor with a jacket propped under his head. "Sam?" Dean tapped his brother's cheeks slightly, hoping to get a response. His little brother was a pale white colour. His eye sockets a dark blue from bruises. The blood ran cold in Dean as he didn't get a response. "SAM?" Dean yelled, clutching his baby brother's head to his shoulders. Agony and tiredness mixed within Dean at the deafening silence surrounding him. "SAM!"
To be continued…