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AN: I'm sure anger will ensue with this chapter...also possible vomiting...just giving a heads up
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Cold, hard, damp. Dean knew he was lying on concrete. He slowly tried to open his eyes. The harder he tried, the more the pain increased. His head felt like it was in a clamp. He attempted to sit up, but that made the pain even worse. Surprise, surprise… He looked down at himself. Besides the fact that his hands and legs were tied and duct tape covered his mouth, nothing else seemed wrong. Sam probably was no worse off. Sam…
"Sam!" to come out as, "Mmm!" with the duct tape. Dean quickly looked around the room. Sam wasn't there.
Oh, god. Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god… Sam could be anywhere! Who knows what he saw when those creeps touched him. Oh, god, I think one of them hit him…
Dean looked around panicky for something sharp. There was hardly any light except for what leaked through the cracks of the door, but the room was small so he could make all of it out. The room was completely made of concrete, like an unfinished basement. There were a couple shelves with some items and cobwebs. Dean ignored the pain in his head and tried to rise. Maybe there's something on the shelves.. A knife… a piece of metal… glass… a needle... something! Dean stopped and looked down at his hands. Maybe…maybe if I could somehow change just enough to get out…No! No, I might lose control. This can't turn into another New York… But I might just want those creeps to meet 'that' Dean. But Sammy might be with them…
The door creaked open. Dean looked up at one of the men that grabbed them. He was tall and burly. His 4 o'clock shadow made him look gruff. Dean could see the grease in his hair reflect the light behind him. He smirked. "You finally up? Thought Skinner mighta clocked ya too hard." He crouched down next to Dean. "You're bro must have a thicker skull. Been awake for a while now. Damn, he's a screamer. Hittin' him shut 'im up though. Not at first but… he seemed to got the picture after he got knocked out."
Dean's anger increased as he struggled in vain against the ropes.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you uncomfortable? Or are you jus' wondering why we didn't use duct tape with the tyke?" He waited a minute as though to see Dean's reaction. All Dean did was glare at him. What else could he do? The man smiled. "Well, ya see, usually when we got siblings, if we teach one, the other will learn too. Usually. Or they jus' get really pissed, like you. After a few years of the 'napper business, we learn. If they get pissed at you, teach one another lesson 'till the others' got it. Or till the tyke goes limp…Boy, did you…" he laughed. "Ha, ha…did you jus' growl?"
Dean felt the familiar burning sensation in his chest as his anger turned into rage. He felt himself being taken over and he didn't care. I don't like him he thought as he glared at his captor. I don't want to see him. I want him to disappear…
"Skinner, where the hell is Kain? I just told him to check up on the kid…"
"I'm sure he just went to piss or somethin', Jack," Skinner said reassuringly. "No worries."
Four men sat on a ratty couch drinking beer. The short one in the middle was clearly in charge. He wore jeans, black t-shirt, and a biker jacket. His dark brown hair was slicked back. His blue eyes sparkled as he fingered the pendent laying on his chest.
"Whatever," Jack said. He took a swig of his booze and looked down at Sam.
Sam was curled up in fetal position in the far corner of the room, desperately trying to make himself disappear. His hands and legs were bound, and black and blue bruises stood out on his too pale face. Tears streamed onto the floor as he whimpered and mumbled. Every once and a while, his mumbles could be understood. "Dean…They keep hitting him. Force her to look. Kick them around….Do things... Letter... for money. Damaged worth just as much…Dean…Dean…"
"Dean? That your bro?" Jack asked him.
Sam paid him no heed. He continued to stare into space trapped in his nightmare. "Some just want to feel it. Feel the crack when they bend it that way. Hear the whines as they control…"
"That kid's creepy," one of thugs said.
"My god, Xac…don't tell me you're 'fraid of this kid. He's jus' not right in the head," Skinner said. "Though, it is weird when he practically screams bloody murder whenever ya touch 'im. If you ask me, I don' think the parents are goin' to want this freak back…"
"Don't matter what you think," Jack said. "We have them for the usual routine. The families in those 'burbs are rolling in it. Like most families, they pay whatever to get their brats back. Even disabled ones. Only these families can pay it. For god's sake, KAIN! KAIN, WHAT THE HELL YA DOIN'!? Ugh, Tex, go see what hell is taking him so long."
Tex grunted as he rose from the couch. He stumbled to the door and opened it. "Holy…!"
Jack jumped up to the door followed by his lackeys. "What the hell is that?!" Xac asked. Everyone stood frozen staring at the grotesque sight.
"Heh…" Jack smiled. "Boys, we've captured ourselves quite a prize."
Dean glared at them. His electric blue irises consumed the entirety of his eyes. His body was a mixture of skin and electric blue scales. The scales covered his back and sides. Dean's shoes had been ripped off to make room for his razor-sharp, hind claws. His scale-covered arms were lean and strong. But the magnificence of the sight was his wings. The electric blue fingers and arms of the wings were muscular and massive. Even the membrane was obviously thick and strong. And even folded up in the small hallway, it was evident that they had a span of at least 20 feet. He was hunched over by the sheer weight of them.
Tex wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Oh god…the kid wasted Kain…"
Bits of flesh and blood covered both sets of claws and Dean's face. A trail of dripped blood was left in his wake.
"Skinner," Jack said.
"What?"
"Gimme my tranq gun."
"Are you crazy?! Look at 'im! Let's just kill 'im! Better safe than sorry…!"
"Just do what I say!"
Skinner ran back into the room and grabbed the gun. He took a quick look at Sam. Sam had stopped crying and was watching the men gathered at the doorway. At look of hope mixed with fear covered his face. "What the hell are you two?" Skinner whispered.
Jack grabbed the gun from Skinner's hand and aimed it at the slowly advancing Dean.
"Stay still and let us tie you unless you wanna get shot!"
Dean's head cocked slightly, but he continued to advance. Jack could tell that he could clearly not understand him. With this in mind he squeezed the trigger. The dart hit Dean on his scale covered shoulder and bounced off.
"Oh, Fu…!"
With an inhuman roar, Dean lunged at them. The thugs all yelled as they tried to get out of his way. They all scrambled to find something to protect themselves with. But when Xac went for the guns…
"Don't kill 'im!" Jack ordered.
"Are you crazy?! Our lives ain't worth a ransom!"
"I don't have a ransom in mind!"
Seeing Xac distracted, Dean dug his claws deep into his arm. Xac frantically tried to knock him off with the handle of his gun. Xac's eyes went wide when he noticed Dean's teeth. Each were pointed and sharp; just you would imagine a dinosaur's to be. Xac shouted out as Dean sunk his teeth into his shoulder.
"De-Dean?"
Dean spun around. Sam looked up at him from his corner. The piece of flesh that hung from Dean's mouth swung sickly side to side as he cocked his head curiously at his baby brother. "D-Dean. C-c-calm d-down. It's…S-Sammy…" Dean chocked his head a Sam again, as though trying to figure out what he was or doing.
"Hey!"
Dean turned as Jack shot his gun again, this time hitting his skin-covered chest. Dean looked down at the dart protruding from his chest in surprise. His eyes went unfocused as he fell to the floor unconscious. Silence filled the room as Dean de-morphed. The scales seemed to retreat into the skin underneath, as his wings shrunk and teeth smoothed over and returned to normal.
"Jesus…"
All attention turned to Xac who was cradling his arm. Skinner looked at his shoulder and said, "He needs to go to the hospital. We ain't got the stuff treat this. Damn kid tore a chunk out of it."
Xac moaned. "Son of a…"
"What exactly are we going to tell 'em?" Tex asked. "A dragon-boy bit 'im?"
"Tell the doctor people that a coyote got 'im," Jack said.
Skinner helped Xac up and nodded to Sam. "What about 'im?"
Jack turned his attention to the unconscious boy. Sam was slumped against the wall, his face hidden behind his longish hair. "Well, I dunno why he passed out, but... We'll just let 'im sleep it off for now."
Skinner and Xac loaded up in the van and drove off to the hospital. Tex gave Dean a look of disgust. "And what about this freak?"
"I'll take care of it. Keep your eye on the brother."
Not...TOO cliff hanger-y I hope...
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