Thanks for all the reviews! Yes, I am evil in this fic. I know it, but I've noticed people review more for Sam angst and Dean being protective kind of stories so that's partly why I'm doing this :)

The ache inside of Dean grew as he watched the needle jam into Sam's eye. Sam yelled in pain as he convulsed into seizures. Tears filled Dean's eyes as he jerked, still trying to get out of the cuffs. He was biting his lip so hard blood was dripping down from it. He shouted for his captor, but still no response. Not even after Dean called him a coward for leaving. He felt sick, his stomach nauseous as he watched his little brother be in this amount of pain. With no hope, anymore, of Dean rescueing him.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, tears falling donw his face as he heard his father's voice drilling inside of him.

"Watch out for Sammy. Look out for your brother. Protect Sam"

His whole body shook as he watched the man rip yet another fingernail from Sam's skin.

"I'm so sorry, Sammy," he hissed. "Goddamn, you have no idea how sorry I am."

He thirsted for revenge as he watched the man continue to torture his baby brother. When he got out...there'd be hell to pay. He'd make sure of it. His eyes widened when he realized a paper clip was still stuck in his backpocket. Grimacing in pain he managed to fish it out.

"I'll get you out of this, Sammy," He whispered. "Like I always do."

"Let's put on a little Mozart, shall way?" The man asked kindly. He turned on a record playing. "It's really getting to quiet in here. And I to enjoy this kind of music, don't you?"

Sam bit his lip, refusing to answer. Now, thanks to the tape, he couldn't even close his eyes.

But what was the point? He let his body hang limply onto the table. He was glad for the pain now. It told him he was still alive. Ever sense he heard about Dean's death he felt dead. Dead and dark.

Why should he try and escape, why should he fight it? What was the point? The sooner he died, the sooner he'd be with his brother. Becuase of his demon blood, his 'supposed' destiny, he was sure he'd probably be sent to hell. No way a demon would be welcome in heaven.

So he stopped fighting. Gave up squirming. He didn't even jerk away when the knife came towards him/

Now he welcomed it.

He gritted his teeth as the knife carved into his stomach, while his captor continued to hum-as if he was merely painting. Unable to control it, his body did shudder out of instinct but he no longer pleaded for mercy. For the man to stop.

Not that the man noticed this sudden change in mannerisms, but sitll.

The needle was still in his eye, crawling inside his brain-going deeper and deeper. The pain was so excrucating that it went numb. His body somehow knocked it out. So his head had the fuzzy feeling of being half asleep. Which was better than the pain he was feeling.

He sighed in almost contentment as the man continued to carve upon him, creating little desings here and there. Unable to control his own voice, though, he did yell when the knife came down on his finger-taking it from him.

His only thoughts were on Dean, though. The fact that his brother was dead, and that he was unable to save him.

Eagerly Dean broke free of the cuffs.

"I'm coming for you, Sammy," he growled as he stood up. "I'm going to get you out of this."

He turned, but when he did he ran straight into his captor who was holding a gun straight at Dean's face.....

Short, but the plot DOES thicken! :)