'Well , well , Congrats Winchester . Some kind of idiot you are .' Dean thought to himself . It was long that he had stopped hearing the surrounding noises , the only thing he could hear was the sound of his flesh getting torn under the pressure of the chains .And he just realized what should he do after that . With the next impact he just gasped and his body went limp , if it wasn't for Bobby , he would be hanging by his wrist .

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"I'm impressed , took him longer than what I thought. He would really give up his life for you , you know? Too bad he won't live that long . " Bryan's voice made Sam bring up his head and look at his unconscious brother . After Dean's first scream of pain , he couldn't witness it more , he squeezed his eyes shut and fall his head to his chest , letting the tears dropping down .

"Lay him down ."Bryan ordered Bobby . "Then, go get some icy water ."

Sam felt he was losing his mind , he couldn't analyze the situation anymore , he couldn't even feel angry , all he was feeling was fear . Fear of losing his brother right before his eyes , losing him in an uneven battle , hell , this wasn't a battle , Dean wouldn't go down if he had a chance to fight .
Dean wouldn't be there , lying lifelessly on the ground ,with a tortured body and facing death , if he hadn't insisted to take this job . 'Why him ?Why Dean ? This is not his fault .'

"Well , life is not always fair kid . " Bryan's sarcastic voice echoed in his ear and it was just then that he realized he had asked the last part aloud .He tried to look angry , but damn , he still couldn't . He was scared , he didn't know what to do ,he just could feel the emptiness spreading inside him . He didn't want to witness this anymore , he wanted to wake up .This was definitely the worst nightmare ever ,maybe even worse than watching Dean dying on those hospital beds from a heart failure or after the car crash .

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Dean wanted to cry loud when his battered body hit the ground . If he wasn't trying that hard to look unconscious , he would let out the scream of pain , forgetting about all walls and masks .
Once settled on the floor , the pain subsided a little ,and he was able to breath without chewing his lower lip or drawing any attention to himself .
Thank God for making Sam talking in that very moment , he didn't really catch what Sam said , but whatever it was , it distracted Bryan .The sound of the door made him wince , he knew what was going to happen . Icy water , bare chest , mangled body .'Man , I'm so screwed .'
When he felt the freezing water on his chest , he didn't even try , he was aware that it was beyond his power . His eyes flew open as he gasped for air . The coldness stole his breath and it took his mind some seconds to be able to put everything in their right places again . That was then that he saw Bryan , who was apparently laughing -with no sound -. Dean wondered if it was one of the demon's ability , cuz he had never seen anybody could laugh like that without making any sound .
Then he saw Bobby putting the bucket down , that didn't make any sound either . Finally his eyes turned toward the place he thought was Sam's chair, and there he was . Sam was still tied to that chair , his eyes full of tear , his face full of fear .'Huh , that had rhyme .' he chuckled inside his head .
' What? ' he thought when he saw Sam's lips moving in a way like he was calling his name . Again no sound . 'Alright . So , shock can deafen you .' he deduced .
He was tired , like really really tired . He was lying on the ground and no matter how hard it looked or how smashed his body was , that new position seemed comfortable at that moment . He closed his eyes and let the darkness join the silence he was floated in .

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'Man, it's freaking cold' Was the first thing that came to Dean's mind after what seems like decades .He slowly pried his eyes open , the room was quiet , and if it wasn't for the sound of his labored breathing he would think he was still in shock .He moved his head and surprisingly found himself still on the ground and more importantly not tied .Bryan and Bobby weren't there , and Sam's head was down, his chin almost touching his chest , like he had fallen asleep .Dean looked at Sam , focusing on his chest and his breathing to make sure he was fine , but it wasn't that easy with his blurry vision .

"Damn , I'm free ." he suddenly said aloud .It was his best chance to escape , or at least to untie Sam and let him handle the rest , cuz he was damn tired .
His attempts to move his body or even make his limbs obey his brain was all in vain .'And That's why they didn't bother to tie me again .' he thought .
He was way worse than what he thought , actually he hadn't thought about it at all , he had ignored his pains since regaining consciousness . Right leg was broken , the other was stabbed , his right arm was burned to hell , he had some cracked or broken ribs . His back was shattered , and the list could go on and on . 'Now is not the time . Not now .' be clenched his teeth and concentrated on his essential task .'Move toward Sam .'

With the help of his left arm he half scrambled half dragged himself toward Sam and by the time he was behind Sam's chair , he was so spent that he could pass out right there and stay that way for the next six months ."Not now ."He mumbled and brought himself up so he could lean at the behind wall and open Sam's hands with his left hand , his right arm was resting on his leg .

Sam felt something was moving on his wrist . Though his mind was too tired to come to realization , his instincts brought him back .He brought his head up and looked to find Dean .Finding himself alone in the cabin , he suddenly panicked .But before he could open his mouth and shout for Bryan , Dean's voice stopped him , and then Dean's hand was on his arm , and again his voice saying ."Hey , hey , Sammy , calm down . I'm here . I'm right here ."

"Dean ? What the hell ?" he moved his head , trying to look back and find Dean .

"Good morning to you too."

"Morning ?" Sam was still confused .

"Or night , or whatever . Just don't shout and let me open your hands ."

"Dean ? God, are you alright ? O my God , it was .. It was - " he looked at the trail of blood on the floor , showing that someone had dragged himself on the ground . 'God , it's too much blood .'

"Sammy , Sammy ." Dean could feel how frightened Sam was ."It's alright . Just calm down . We'll be out of this pit soon ." and then there was silence ."Hey you don't happen to have any knife , do you ?"

"There are lots of them on that table ." Sam informed .

"Yeah , thanks , but right now walking to that table is not in my to-do list .Not like I'm able to ."Dean confessed ."Doesn't matter anymore , just a little longer and you'll be free ."

"Just loosen it , I can open it after that ."

"Huh , you're so much help ." grin was audible in Dean's voice .

"Hey Dean ?" Sam started .

"Can't that wait ?"

"You don't even know what I was gonna say ."Sam protested .

"Come on , give me some credit ." Dean replied ."Alright , here you go . See if you can move your hands ."

With that Sam moved his hands and with the second effort he freed them , jumping from his seat , he froze on his feet as he saw Dean , leaning tiredly on the wall , totally broken ."O my God , you're a mess ."

"Well , thanks for the sympathy , keep the rest for later ." Dean rolled his eyes ."Sam , the truth is , I'm not gonna be much help from here . Well at least in those parts of plan that needs moving around."

Hearing Dean's confession , made Sam's heart sink .He swallowed and sat behind his brother ."I'm sorry Dean . I'm sorry you went through all of these .I'm -"

"Sam , I wasn't kidding when I said we need to leave this chick flick moment for later . Bryan or Bobby could come back every moment now . We don't have time ." 'I don't have time , I don't know how longer I can go on like this .' he added silently .

Sam took of his shirt ."Ok , Sorry . You're right . Just wear this first . You don't need to let those wounds get infected by leaning on that nasty wall ."

"Oh , I've been leaning and lying on everything with these open wounds . It doesn't matter anymore . Just hurry up ." Dean said as Sam helped him forward and put his shirt on his shoulder , knowing that wearing it would be harder .

Dean lied on his left side , so the lacerations on his back wouldn't connect the wall anymore .

"Oh, damn ."

"What?" Dean looked at Sam.

"I almost forgot . When you passed out and they left the room , I heard a gun shot . " Sam replied .

"A gun shot ? Damn it ."Dean paused." I don't know , but I feel Bryan kinda had taken care of Bobby ."

"Why should he do that ? He had that giant in his hands . " Sam frowned .

"Like I said , I don't know . I .. Call it a hunch ." Dean brought his burned arm to his chest ."Whatever it was , Bryan is not dead and he would come back sooner than later ."

"What should we do now? "

"I.. "Dean shook his head , but stopped and looked at Sam again ."We need a devil trap."

"What?"

"Devil trap , Sam . It's usually being used when we -"

"Yeah I know what a devil trap is , thanks ."Sam interjected ."I mean how exactly are we supposed to draw one ? We don't have anything here ."

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... TBC ...

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A/N 1: Just wanted to say thanks to all of you who put me or my fictions into your favorite lists , hope you don't get disappointed with me later!:D

A/N 2: It may look that the torture part is over , but that doesn't exactly mean that the fun part is over , too! (And with Fun I obviously meant 'hurt/Dean' , which is the definition of fun in my dictionary! lol ) ... Hope you enjoy it . :)

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