"I have to go to the bathroom," Sam said. He had been holding it all day, waiting for the bartender to come back. He was really uncomfortable.
"Nobody's stopping you," the bartender said and left, after replacing Sam's gag.
SSS
Before the bartender left for work, he went downstairs to give Sam some more food and water. "It really stinks in here," he said.
Sam glared at him. It was his fault it stank.
"Now, watch the attitude, or I won't feed and water you before I go."
Sam averted his eyes. He could smell the food and he was hungry. He was definitely thirsty. The stupid gag sopped up all the moisture in his mouth.
The bartender removed the gag and began spooning the stew into Sam's mouth. It was so hot, it was burning the inside of his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but the bartender kept shoving it in. Sam decided he was sadistic. He wished Dean would just escape. Maybe then, they would just kill him.
Finally, all the stew was gone. The bartender gave Sam two sips of water. "You don't need any more. The stew had water in it."
"Can I please have some more?" Sam asked. He could have kicked himself. His dad or Dean wouldn't beg for water from this jerk.
The bartender just laughed. "OK," he said and threw the rest of the contents of the glass on Sam's face.
"What do you say?"
"Thank you," Sam said, not knowing what else would happen to him if he didn't.
"Looks like your ropes loosened a little bit last night. Let me tighten them. Actually, I have a better idea," he said and disappeared for a minute.
Sam had a feeling that the idea wouldn't be better for him. His eyes widened when the bartender returned with barbed wire. The bartender whipped out a knife and cut the ropes from Sam's feet and rebound them tightly with the wire. Sam could feel it biting into him. He couldn't help a whimper escaping. The bartender smiled at the sound.
He cut the ropes away from Sam's body and his hands. "Put your hands up."
"What?" Sam asked.
"You heard me."
Sam painfully put his hands up and the bartender pulled his shirt up over his head. Sam let out a groan of relief when he put down his hands. It really hurt his broken arm. Unfortunately the bartender noticed.
He grabbed each of his arms and tied them to the posts above his head with the barbed wire. Then he wrapped the barbed wire around his naked torso and the cold post behind him. He gagged Sam and left him alone, cold, and bleeding.
SSS
Dean and Jerry headed out to another bar that night. Dean tried to find someone to help him, but he didn't know how he could do it without Jerry seeing him. He generally ended up playing ten games. This night was no different, except he got distracted and ended up losing the last game. Jerry didn't look happy.
When they got to the car, Jerry handed him a blindfold. "Put this on."
"Why?" Dean asked.
"Do it and don't take it off until you're told!" Jerry yelled, as he pulled out his phone. "Dean lost a game," he growled into it and hung up. "PUT IT ON!" he yelled when he saw Dean still hadn't done so.
"What are you going to do to Sam?" he asked, figuring that was the point of the phone call.
Jerry grabbed Dean and propelled him to the back of the car. He opened the trunk. He pushed Dean in and slammed the lid. "Since you wouldn't put on the blindfold."
Dean counted the time and the number of turns. Unfortunately there were too many for him to keep track of with any certainty.
"Get out," Jerry said, when they had arrived at their destination.
Dean got out of the trunk and emerged into a garage. He followed Jerry into the house and down the stairs. They entered a room where Dean saw Sam tied up with barbed wire. Barbed wire! Rope would have held him. That was over the top. Then he saw the bartender standing next to Sam.
"I heard you lost a game. Thanks. Means I get to have some fun," he said.
"I didn't mean to lose," Dean said, shakily.
"Doesn't matter," Jerry said. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs and locked Dean to the set of shelves furthest from Sam. Then, he nodded to the bartender.
He lit a match and touched it to Sam's skin. Sam felt the pain, smelled his flesh burn. He screamed from behind the gag.
"Stop!" Dean yelled.
"Shut up. We're going to burn him five times. Every time you speak, we add one time."
Dean bit on his lip to keep from saying anything more. He couldn't add to Sam's pain.
The bartender burned him again. He waited five seconds and burned him again. He repeated the process until he had burned him six times.
"Let's go," Jerry said as he unlocked Dean. Dean wasn't sure if the no speaking rule still applied so he left quietly.
"He didn't say good-bye. Probably thinks you're weak. You're practically crying like a baby."
SSS
John had been hunting a rakshasa. It had taken him longer than he thought to ID the sucker. He finally got it. It was time to head back to his boys. He hadn't called for the last week, but they were self-sufficient. He called Dean now to let him know he was coming. His call went straight to voice mail. He was going to hear about this later. Dean knew that if he wasn't in school, he was to pick up by the third ring. Oh well, he'd be back soon.
SSS
"I assume you'll play better tonight," Jerry said as he let Dean out of his cage.
Dean nodded. He had heard Sam's muffled screams in his head all night and day. He wouldn't let him go through that again. But, he could also see him bleeding where the barbed wire cut into him. He knew there would be no relief from that.
