--The crazy bitch is back!! (No, not Bella. LOL)

4

Sam and Dean were getting colder, weaker, more scared, more lost. They started drifting into oblivion, their minds covered in a fog they couldn't get out of. They'd been in this hell at least two days, it felt like two years. Pain and agony was all they felt. They had hardly a shred of hope left, and barely enough strength to hang on. Barely enough not to break. And they were being strong for each other. No one else.

Edward had left them alone for hours, letting them stew in their anguish. Now he knew it had been long enough, and it was time for the breaking to continue. They were close now, so very close. And once he achieved breaking them, he would be merciful and put the two boys out of their misery, but until then...

The door opened again and Dean stifled a groan. Sam closed his eyes, trying to prepare himself for...well he didn't know what for. Edward walked slowly into the room, toying with the boys. Dean's eyes followed him, red-rimmed and swollen, the usually vibrant green dulled, and scared. Edward wished he could see Sam's, he enjoyed pain so much, but Dean's would have to do for now.

Edward had something in his hand that Dean couldn't make out. It was block shaped and black, with what looked like cables coming from it. In Edward's other hand he had a bucket.

What does he need that for? Dean looked from the block, to the bucket and realized with horror what Edward was going to do. Edward must have seen his reaction because he grinned dangerously at him.

"That's right Dean." Edward said. "I'm doing exactly what you think."Sam looked up, confused. He looked at his brother, trying to find an answer, Dean looked away. Edward set the battery charger down, plugging in an extension cord on the opposite wall. He walked over to Dean with the jumper cable and attached it to one of the shackles.

Sam seemed to have understood what was going on. His eyes grew and he pulled at his own shackles, trying to reach his brother. Sam couldn't speak. He opened his mouth but no noise could come out. Edward walked away from Dean and he braced himself. Waiting for the electricity to pound its way through his body.

But Edward detoured from the light switch and went to Sam. "You wanted to get closer to your brother so bad," He whispered harshly. "Well now you get to." He reached up and undid Sam's shackles, allowing him to fall. Sam landed hard and whimpered softly. Edward grabbed Sam by his hair and dragged him toward Dean. He hauled Sam up and closed the shackles around his swollen wrists. The shackles were set so close to Dean he could have reached out and touched his brother without barely moving.

Edward picked up the bucket and tossed the contents at the brothers, who were instantly drenched in icy water. Sam tossed his head, shaking the water out of his hair. He felt his trembling brother next to him, his jaw set. Edward grinned and walked away from them, heading toward the light switch.

"S-S-S-Sammy?" Dean shivered. He didn't know if they'd get through this alive. "I-I lo-ve y-y-you." Sam swallowed and nodded, his soft puppy dog eyes filled with tears, signifying he loved Dean too.

Edward grinned and walked back over to Dean.

"This doesn't have to be painful for you." He said. "I just need you to do is one little thing. One thing and this'll all be over before it begins." Dean said nothing. "Tell me your worthless." Dean glanced sideways at Sam, who shook his head slightly. Dean looked back at Edward.

"No." He rasped. Edward shrugged.

"Have it your way then." He said. He walked back over to the light switch, and flipped it.

Instantly Dean was filled with fire. Inside and out. He heard faint screaming and realized it was his own voice. His face reddened, the blood in his body heating up. His muscles tightened, tighter and tighter until he was sure they would snap. He felt his hand tense and move toward Sam.

"NO!" He screamed. "DON'T TOUCH SAM! NOOUHOH!" Dean's bloodcurdling scream surrounded Sam and made him shudder. Then Dean's hand touched his.

"NUAHHN!" Sam cried. "GOHOD NO!" Fire erupted from his fingertips, the sound of electricity zapping around him. His muscles tightened and his hands curled into fists. And this was only a few seconds. It stopped suddenly, both brothers hung limp, breath hitching in their throats. Edward grinned. Tears cascaded down their faces, pulses pounding in their ears.

"I-I'm so-so sorr-y Sa-Sammy." Dean sobbed. Sam cried harder. Edward walked over and moved the jumper cable from Dean's shackle, to Sam's. Dean's eyes grew wide. "No. Nononono please hurt me! HURT ME!" He begged. Edward ignored him and walked back over to the switch. Edward flipped it and Sam's muscles tightened, veins bulging out of his arms and neck. "HURT ME PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU! HE'S MY BABY BROTHER PLEASE! LEAVE HIM ALONE, HURT ME!" Edward laughed.

Sam tried to pull his hand away from Dean's but he had no choice. The electricity pumping its way through his body wouldn't let him control his muscles. His hand grazed his brother's, and it started all over again.

On. Off. On. Off. Sam. Dean. Both. Sam Dean. Both. It seemed endless. Edward stopped again. Dean braced himself for another turn for the cable. Edward grabbed his face, Dean was too weak to resist. Sam breathed heavily next to him, sobbing in between pants. Dean felt this was his fault. His heart ached for his little brother, he felt so awful for what he let happen.

Edward looked in Dean's eyes, dull, red, hopeless, and hurt.

"Tell me you're worthless." Edward tested. Dean let a tear slide down his cheek.

"I'm worthless." He breathed. Edward grinned.

"You're pathetic."

"I'm pathetic."

"You deserve to die." Edward tried not to giggle with happiness. Dean dropped his eyes and listened to his brother's whimpers and moans of white hot agony.

"I deserve to die." Edward stood and walked to Sam, overjoyed.

"Tell me your nothing." He said.

"I'm...I'm no-noth...ing." Sam rasped, barely able to speak.

"You deserve to die."

"I de...deserve...to...d...die." Edward stood and left the room, ecstatic. Sam and Dean were broken. Almost beyond repair.

And so was Lauren, who was screaming and nearly slamming her head against the wall, begging for her vision not to be true. Pleading to find out where Sam and Dean were. And looking at the burns on her fingertips, Sam and Dean's feelings, thoughts, and agony spinning through her mind and body. Watching the ones she loved most be scratched away to nothing.

--Wow, intense...right?--