AN: here it is, I got it up tonight yay! Okay let me know what you think. Oh yes I forgot to mention how old the boys are, Sam is 17 and Dean is 21, its been just over ten years since their first run in with Davy
WARNING: Torture, slightly graphic, but nothing too too bad, that's for next chapter.
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Disclaimer: They belong to the CW, but if I did own them… oh man dirty thoughts haha
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The room was dimly lit Dean immediately recognized that he was secured firmly to a chair. Groaning slightly as he tried to fight off the pounding headache that had surfaced as he fought to remember what had happened.
"Wakey, wakey" a voice broke through his barrier, shattering his defenses as his eyes snapped open, and he was face to face with his worst nightmare.
He tried to yell out, but something was tied tight around his head, blocking his mouth, blocking any words he may have the need to say.
Looking frantically around the room his eyes rested on his younger brother on his left side, a small table between them. His eyes roamed over Sam, noting how his brother was tied to a chair as well, flashbacks of when they were kids bombarded him as Sam changed from being a teenager to being the young kid that had been in this situation so long ago.
"What's wrong Dean? You do remember me, don't you?"
The older brother struggled against his ropes, his cries of profanity muffled, causing Davy to smile as he leaned in close. "Cause I remember you, and your brother" he whispered.
Deans eyes widening at the words as he looked over at Sam, anger rising as he thought of the sick fuck touching his brother, his younger brothers childhood cries of pain echoing in his mind from the last time they had met up with the psycho.
A wide smile twisted on to Davy's face as he walked to the table in between the two brothers, Dean followed the killers gaze, his eyes falling on the familiar instruments, 'oh god, please not again' he thought to himself as Davy sorted through the instruments.
"Boys it's been a long time, and you've both grown up into two fine young men. But Sam, Sam, Sam your hair, its gotten so long" he said as he grabbed Sams hair and pulled it hard, causing the young man to grunt in pain as Davy pulled strands of hair from the young mans skull. Davy's eyes gleaming as he watched the pain flash through Sam's eyes.
"Now Sam, I know it's been awhile, so I'll take it easy on you" Davy said, mock sympathy dripping from his words as a buzzing filled the air.
Davy smiled at Sam's reaction, "You're not all that attached to your hair, are you Sam?" he asked as he brought the shaver up, the younger brother flinching as the razor came closer.
"Now, now, if you move around, I will rip all that hair out with my hands. Be happy that I am in such a good mood!" he yelled as Sams hair started to fall. The youngest Winchesters fists balled as he felt the cool air nip at the back of his neck.
"Now that" Davy announced stepping back for Dean to see, "Looks much better, don't you agree Dean?"
The older brother struggled harder against his ropes.
"See Sam, Dean likes it" Sam spit in the psycho's direction. "Whatever you sick bastard"
Davy couldn't help but feel a chill of happiness as he wiped the spit off of his face, the boys were so resilient, making it that much more fun for the psycho, so much more fun to break their souls.
"Sam, as much as I like the sound of your voice, its your eyes that speak the best." Davy said as he replaced the gag over boys mouth loving the reaction he got from the older brother. 'This family is too easy' he thought as he looked back on the table, trying to figure out his course of action, his thoughts drifting back to his first experience with the young men.
"You know Dean" he said as he picked up his pliers, "This whole thing is your fault"
The older brothers eyes widened at Davy's words as he unconsciously shook his head.
"Yep Dean, it's your fault, you left the window open, your fault I hurt your brother and its your fault that I have your family now, if you would have kept a better eye on your father, on your brother, they wouldn't be here, but that's too much to ask for isn't it Dean?"
Davy smiled at the anger and pain coming off of Dean, as he brought his attention back to Sam, bringing the pliers down to Sam's right hand.
"Its okay Sam" he whispered as he dug his pliers under Sams middle finger nail, the young Winchesters hands trembling. "Its okay" Davy soothed once more, looking eye to eye with Sam as he pulled up hard enough for blood to pool around Sams nail bed.
The psycho was impressed at how little noise Sam made at the initial tug, 'have to change that' he thought to himself as he slowly started to peel the nail back, ripping it from its nail bed in one slow, smooth motion. The sound of the nail tearing away from Sam's hand echoing through the small space, the young Winchester couldn't hide his muffled yelp of pain as he felt every pull and tear as the nail continued to pull back, blood beginning to pulse up.
He could feel the tears welling up but he kept them at bay as he looked over to his brother, gaining strength from his brothers steady gaze before a sharp sting resonated on his face and his gaze was torn away from Dean.
"New rule Sammy, no looking at your brother. And if you can do that for five minutes, I'll take both yours and your brothers gags out of your mouths"
Sam's ears perked at the offer giving way to the hope of hearing his brother's voice as he meekly nodded his head.
"That a boy, now" Davy said as he grabbed his timer, sparking alarm in Dean as he realized this wasn't the first time the psycho had struck this deal.
"Your time starts, and remember, not even a glance"
Sam nodded once again as the man got closer, his hot breath on Sams skin, causing the young man to cringe away.
"What's wrong Sam? You know, you're so beautiful. You've grown up so much, even though Dean can't protect you, or save you, he did raise you into a strapping young man" Davy breathed in Sam's soft scent as he heard Dean continue to struggle beside him.
The killer watched Sam's eyes, making sure the young man didn't glance over as he went back to the table, lighting a cigarette. "Smoke Sam?"
The young man just continued to look forward, jumping slightly as he felt the heat lick his skin as Davy pressed the hot tip into Sam's flesh, removing it quickly before removing Sams gag as well.
"I'll break the rules Sammy, just for you" he sneered as he brought the smoke up to Sam's mouth, "Smoke it Sammy, It's got your skin on it"
Sam kept his lips pursued as the killer tried to force him. Moving quick Davy flipped the cigarette pressing the cherry into Sam's lips triggering the young mans pain reflexes as he called out, giving the killer the opportunity to put the smoke into Sam's mouth.
"Smoke!" Davy yelled, his voice holding a deadly anger for the first time since the Winchesters were caught.
"Smoke, or I'll slit his throat" he yelled again as he pulled a knife off the small table his long arms reaching across the table, digging the blade deep into Deans arm, a muffled yell lingering as Sam kept his gaze forward and took a drag of the cigarette.
Gagging slightly at the thought of his skin at the end of the small stick, but he just continued to breath in.
Davy looked on, impressed that the young man had kept his gaze forward as his older brother had called out.
"I'm impressed Sammy" he commented as the timer began beeping, the killer bringing the cigarette out of the young mans mouth, brining it back down to the pale flesh of Sams arm.
The psycho's nostrils flaring as he breathed in the sweet scent of Sam's pain as a loud grunt came from the young man. The young mans grunts quickly turning to small yelps of pain as the cigarette burned deeper and deeper.
Davy was lost in the emotion emanating from Sam, lost in the pain he was inflicting, he never wanted it to stop. His eyes fluttered slightly as he fought for control, regaining his senses he pulled away, breathing hard, his lust for the pain taking over as he struck Sam hard across the face. He enjoyed watching the blood begin to flow from Sam's nose, he struck again, harder, Sam's head snapping to the side from the force.
Deans struggling finally bringing Davy back to reality as he tore his gaze away from the younger brother, away from the blood, and focused back on the task at hand. Dipping the end of the cigarette into the flowing blood, and sidestepping back over to Dean, removing the older brothers gag.
"I'll kill you, you sick fuck! Touch my brother again and I'll rip your throat out!"
Davy just smiled as he set the smoke down on the table, walking back in front of Sam, knife in hand, he spread Sam's fingers apart and slowly began cutting the webbing in between the younger mans fingers, smiling at Dean the whole time as Sam's hand began to shake.
Davy stepped back, "Would you like me to do the other side?" he calmly asked to a now quiet Dean.
"Because I will, if you don't shut your pie hole" the killer continued as he reached down, slowly spreading Sams fingers, the slight sound of flesh tearing filling Deans ears in between his brothers cries of pain.
"Okay!" the older brother yelled, much to Davy's surprised.
"Good, now, open your mouth, and enjoy the taste of your brother with every drag of this cigarette"
Dean couldn't help but feel the bile begin to rise as he struggled with every inhale.
"See Dean" Davy said as he circled the boys, "Lets get something straight" he continued as he put the cigarette out on Deans hand. "I've already won, you and your family have lost, and just think, it's all because of you. But even though you have cemented your families certain death, you can make things a lot easier if you just follow the simple rules I give you" Davy dropped to speak low to Dean, "And if you don't, I will make your brother suffer like you have never seen, I will do things you couldn't even think of in your worst nightmares, and I will make you watch it all, and let you live with the pain of torturing and killing your brother. You got me Dean?"
The older boy just nodded, fear and hopelessness of the situation settling in.
"Good" Davy exclaimed, clapping his hands together as he looked at the two men, "lets have some more fun boys" his smile reaching ear to ear.
AN: eep, so, if you thought this chapter was to graphic, or disturbing, then you may not want to read the next chapter, I hate to say this was just a warm up, but it was haha.
Let me know what you think and if you have any requests for the boys in the next chapter.
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