I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Sam and Dean are not related. There are some SPN and some non, just so's you know. No canon warnings as this is obviously AU. This was my entry for the last round of the J2 Ever After challenge but I know some people prefer Dean and Sam so I changed it for here. Hope you enjoy!

Author's note: Thanks to those who have read and reviewed, it means a lot to me.

On with the story…

"I'm here to challenge Dean."

"Dean?" Theroux asked, narrowing his eyes at the dwarf, "How do you know Dean?"

"He tried to kill Sam."

"Samuel? My nephew? When did you meet him?"

"Sam's been staying with us, trying to stay away from Dean, who keeps trying to kill him. And I'm done with it, so I'm here to finish Dean off."

"Seize him," Theroux tossed out nonchalantly to his guards, who rushed into action and quite soon had overpowered Gordon. "And search the castle and surrounding land until you find my nephew. Bring him and any of his unfortunate companions to me. I want them bound and brought to my playroom. And also bring me my pet," Theroux ordered and Gordon struggled uselessly against his bonds.

The sun was still streaming in through the bars when Dean was woken by the unmistakable sounds of the guards approaching his cell. It had not been that long, only a few days since his casts were removed and Dean was waiting only a few more days before he affected his escape. An uneasy churning had begun to build up within his stomach. When Dean was brought into the room the sick feeling increased tenfold.

"Sam," he whispered, locking eyes with the young man.

"Sam," Theroux said, "'Tis a wonder you are not proclaimed the fairest of them all." He mused, turning to Dean with a speculative gleam, "Although I begin to suspect much deception."

"Let us see if I am right," Theroux said as he secured Dean to the dais. After making sure Dean couldn't move Theroux walked over to the cabinet and threw open the doors. Sam and the dwarfs gasped when Castiel appeared in the mirror. "Mirror mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?"

"Sam and Dean both are fair, 'tis true enough to see. But Dean does not see his beauty anymore and thus Sam is the fairest of them all," the voice answered.

"Just as I suspected. Shall we show our guests just why you want to remain fairest of them all?" Theroux questioned as he turned to Dean, "Although due to your disobedience I'm afraid that is no longer an option. So let's take this opportunity to show Sam just what he is in store for instead."

"No," Sam said as his uncle walked back over to Dean, "leave him alone."

Theroux ignored him and reached down to a shelf below the dais, pulling out a wicked looking blade. He quickly slashed Dean's garments and nearly everyone gasped when they saw what was revealed as Theroux tore the fabric off Dean's body. So many scars, so many burns, so many marks hidden beneath that Sam wondered how he had missed them all these years, realizing in next moment that his uncle must've been very very careful with their placement.

"What have I done?" Gordon whispered.

Sam nearly screamed himself hoarse as he watched Theroux cut into Dean's mouth, and he vomited when he realized that the piece of flesh Theroux flung across the floor was Dean's tongue.

"Now before I kill you," Theroux said to Dean as he stood up straight and began to walk over to Sam, "I shall show you how quickly my nephew submits, how pretty his skin looks stained with blood."

Sam's eyes widened and his throat closed up. He struggled against his restraints but to no avail. His eyes were locked with his uncle's and so he missed Dean using his magic to free himself. He was so panicked it took seeing his uncle's attention diverted for him to realize his own bonds had been loosened. All of the dwarves' restraints were gone too and they rushed Theroux, who actually took a step back before yelling out for the guards. Sam looked to Dean who was over at the mirror's cabinet, standing over a bag and doing something with his hands Sam didn't understand.

"Dean!" Sam called out but before he could even take a step towards him there was a pounding at the door indicating the guards were there. Feeling panicked again Sam looked to Dean, whose eyes were already on him.

Dean tossed the bag to Sam, who opened it eagerly looking for a weapon. So when he found only apples he was heartbroken. What could he do with these besides maybe throw them at Theroux? Sam looked over at Dean and gave him a helpless look. Dean mimed eating and Sam didn't hesitate, trusting Dean completely. He took a big bite and distantly noted that it was possibly the most delicious apple he had ever eaten. But as soon as he swallowed the first bite he dropped not only the apple in his hand but the entire bag, knowing what the feeling he was slowly becoming overwhelmed by was all too well at this point.

"Dean," he whispered before crashing to the floor, knowing that once again he was at Death's door.

The display had not gone unnoticed by Theroux who pushed the dwarfs away and ran over to Sam, crouching down and feeling for a pulse.

"What have you done?" Theroux thundered, "He is dead!"

The door burst open and a handful of guards came in, looking back and forth between the dwarves, Theroux, and Dean. The dwarves all rushed over to Sam and Dean turned and ran to the far side of the room, as far as he could get from Sam and the dwarves. Theroux snarled and chased after Dean, and the guards followed their King. Dean waited until Theroux actually had his hands around his throat and was choking the life out of him before he unleashed more magic than he ever had before. The entire castle shook and Theroux let go of Dean but it was too late. Behind them the wall cracked and crumbled and came tumbling down right on top of Theroux, the guards…and Dean.

Sam and the dwarves were unaffected by the collapse and the dwarves rushed to where they'd last seen Dean.

They dug at the rubble, grunting and groaning at the weight of the stones, until at last Dean was freed. But his entire right side was crushed in, his limbs obviously shattered and Doc was amazed he even had a pulse.

"We've got to get them out of here," Doc said, "We need to find a proper bed and medical supplies."

End of Chapter Six