Hurt The Loves They Love
She was standing in front of him as he slowly came too. Her face swam into focus inches from his and she was smiling, but the smile was cold and hard.
The room he was in was dark, just a small bare bulb overhead to chase the gloom. He had been in a bedroom so had no idea how the hell he'd woken up here, wherever here was. The room felt cold and smelt damp, obviously a cellar of some sort then. He tried to move but the feel of the cold steel on his wrists, which were now above his head; let him know that he wasn't going anywhere, for now at least. The blood pounded through his brain and his chest hurt like a bitch when he tried to move.
"I thought you'd never wake up, didn't want you to miss the show." She pulled his head back and banged it hard against the wall, the pain exploding through his skull.
"Oh I'm sorry but you were just too heavy to carry down here so I had to drag you. Think you may have bumped your head back there a bit." She threw his head back off the wall again.
"You shot me." He swallowed the pain in his head down, tried to stop the room revolving around him.
She laughed and walked to the table behind her, lifting the gun she came back and straddled him, running the cold steel down his face.
"Aren't you glad it was a tranquillizer and not the real thing? I mean after all the things I've heard about you two boys I'm disappointed because this was so easy. The great Sam and Dean Winchester, caught by a flash of skin and the promise of a good time. Your brother really needs to keep a leash on it you know? Although to be fair I did have a little help." She turned the pendant hanging from her neck in her fingers, letting him have a good look at it. "Do you know what this is?" Sam recognised the markings but his head hurt just too damn much to think straight. Think Sam, you've seen this.
"It looks like…..like a curse tablet."
"Well done, you know I think your brother almost guessed that too, before I…..well we'll get to Dean later."
Sam desperately wanted to ask her where Dean was, what she had done with him but he'd guess that she was counting on that and so he resisted, tried to get her to lay out the game plan for him.
"Who'd you curse, me or Dean?"
"Oh this curse tablet carries a love spell, moth to a flame so to speak. Normally it's placed in the intended's home, but as you boys don't really have one, I had to improvise slightly. Luckily my daddy taught me well. See this here, that's your brother's name, he couldn't resist me not that he wanted to. Quite the adventurous lover your brother, we had a real good time." She leant forward and licked his face. "I knew of course that if I got one then the other would surely follow, you're kinda a 'two for the price of one' deal aren't you?"
"So who are you? What the hell do you want with us? Perhaps that should be what are you?" He turned his head to the side and instantly regretted it as the pain surfaced again.
"All things in good time, you know you haven't asked me about your brother yet. I'm surprised. Don't you care what I did with him?" She reached into her pocket and Sam felt his chest hitch. She had Dean's amulet in her hand and it was covered in blood.
"Son of a bitch, what have you done to my brother?" She smiled as she saw the concern finally flash into his eyes. This was what she wanted, what she craved.
"Dean's quite the bleeder." She stood and again went to the table; lifting a container off of it she turned and held it under the light. "What you reckon Sammy, two pints? Brother of yours isn't gonna be feeling too great after loosing this is he? And this is just the bit I saved."
"It's not his." Please god, don't let that be Dean's blood.
She walked over and poured the contents of the container over his head, down his face, he could feel the warmth of it, the coppery taste in his mouth. God, it's warm, the damn blood still warm.
She whispered in his ear, her voice soft and sexy. "Oh yes it is, the blood of the sacrificial lamb. Your brother's blood." He knew she wasn't lying, knew she wasn't just trying to scare him, something in the way she said the words chilling him.
"What did my brother ever do to you? Why are you doing this? Where is he?" Sam wanted to wipe the blood from him but he couldn't and so he sat with Dean's blood dripping down his face and he wanted to scream, wanted to put his hands round her throat and throttle her. The rage shone in his eyes.
"That's it show me all that rage and anger that's in there. Show me why I'm going to kill your brother. Dean's not dead, not yet, but he will be and I'm going to make it nice and slow. What did your brother ever do to me? Nothing, not really, but he helped you, kept you safe, and covered for you. So now, now he's going to bleed for you until he can't bleed anymore."
Sam lunged forward ignoring the pains that shot up his arms his muscles protesting at sudden movement. "I'm gonna rip your friggin' heart out!"
She pushed him back against the wall, pinning him, her strength surprising for her size.
"You've already done that Sam Winchester, and now…now I'm going to do it to you."
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Dean felt like meat on hook, which given his present predicament wasn't far off the mark. She had handcuffed his hands behind him, and then pulled the handcuffs up high, hooking them on the wall, forcing him into a kneeling position, keeping his head down.
All those women in that bar and I had to pick the psycho bitch from hell! Damn Winchester luck!
"So you've got me here, what do you intend to do with me, I mean there isn't that much left for us to try, not after last night." He struggled to lift his head wanting to look her in the eye. "The handcuffs are kinda kinky; I like them, although I'm not to taken with the position. On my knees, not really my thing." His smile was half smile, half manic grin.
"Not a submissive then, huh Dean?" She laughed. "Funny after last night, I kinda thought you were, I mean you lay down quick enough for me? All I had to do was ask."
"Lady, when I get out of these cuffs, and I will get out of these cuffs, you're gonna wish I was submissive."
She knelt down in front of him and the necklace touched his face.
Dean groaned, but not from pain or pleasure as the thought entered his head. "It's the damn necklace; you did something to me with the damn necklace. What is it, a binding spell?"
"Very good, Dean. Slow, but very good." She ran her fingers down his face and he could feel the want rise in him again, her touch sending little jolts of electricity through him.
"I aim to please." He put on the best cocky grin he could muster and hoped it was enough to mask the pain and desire in him.
She dug her nails into the flesh of his face, drawing blood. "Oh you did, believe me." She kissed his lips and he tried not to respond, not to show the effect her touch was having on him. "The necklace is a curse tablet, a love spell, with your name on it." She moved up gently caressing his head in her hands. A small groan escaped him making her smile.
"Friggin' witch, I might have known. Like I said, you got me here, what now?"
"Oh, now Dean, I'll not a witch. I'm a hunter, just like you." She let go and he groaned from the relief but also from the loss of her touch.
"Yeah, 'cos hunters like me go around torturing or ganking other hunters, I musta lost that handbook."
"Your brother didn't."
"Sam? What hunter did Sam ever…..?" The question froze on his lips. A picture of Sam bloody with the knife in his hand and Steve Wandel bleeding out at his feet. Another picture of Sam sitting at Steve Wandel's desk reading a letter from his daughter. Shit, his daughter!
"Oh, something coming back to you there Dean?"
"My brother has never killed another hunter, ever."
"You sure about that, 'cos I really don't like liars Dean, they make me mad" She pulled his head up and his body moaned in protest.
"Well better not look in the mirror then any time soon."
"Funny, Dean." She placed her hand on his chest, pushing him backwards. He felt the muscles in his left shoulder tear and tried to stifle the scream that wanted to desperately escape him.
"Does that hurt?" She lifted his head with her free hand; saw the pain in his eyes. "Good!"
She pushed back harder and he heard and felt the pop as his left shoulder dislocated. The pain was like a red hot poker through his body and this time the scream did escape. "You bitch!"
She screamed back at him. "I saw the security footage, I watched him do it! I watched you come back with him and clean up after him! Did you know that breaking a hard drive doesn't erase it Dean? I do, it took me a while but I got just enough out of it to watch the highlights of your brother slitting my father's throat and then you clearing up after him!"
Her voice was calmer when she spoke again.
"You know I think we need to do something to take your mind off of all that pain in your shoulder." She stood, leaning on his hurt shoulder for purchase, digging her nails into his already tender flesh. He buckled beneath her, sinking as low as his restraints would allow.
"He was possessed." Dean's voice was almost a plea.
"I don't care; the knife was still in his hands. My father's blood was still on his hands."
His voice was low, pain filled as he asked the question. "What are going to do to my brother?"
She stood before him again and the light reflected on the blade of the knife she held in one hand, a container in the other. She plunged the knife deep into Dean's hand, twisting it as it went in. His scream filled the room. Tears ran down his face.
Eventually, she knelt before Dean, placing the container filled with his blood on the floor. She reached out gently and wiped his tears away, her voice when she spoke soft and low again, caressing.
"I going to do to him what he did to me, I'm going to take away the only person in this world that he loves."
" And I'm going to make him watch."