Thanks to macs ace for the beta.

The pain was white hot; it was all Sam could focus on as he tried to move his bruised and broken body. But as soon as it was there it was gone just as quick. The young man could feel the blood dripping down his face from where he was cut, both of his eyes still intact.

He tried to look up, seeing a hazy shadow of Davy outlined in front of him. The knife dropped from the killers hand, but he didn't seem to be moving, as if he were frozen to the spot.

The younger brother was thoroughly confused looking over to where he knew Dean was sitting, noticing how quiet the room had gotten. Trying to concentrate on his surroundings, remembering what his father had taught him about keeping the mind sharp.

All Sam could hear was the constant drip of the drain pounding through the space and through his head. He struggled to stay awake, to fight the urge to just give in to the fatigue, but he had to figure out why everyone had suddenly stopped, what was going on.

A faint shuffling of feet was enough to garner his attention, followed by a loud bang that had Davy swearing under his breath.

"Well boys looks like someone is trying to ruin all our fun."

Sam watched as the killer left the room and Sam struggled once more, his shoulders flaring up, "Not… good…. idea" he muttered brokenly through hisses of pain.

"Dean?" he asked, needing to hear his brothers voice, he needed out of this place, needed off the wall, needed his brother.

"Don't move Sammy, I'm working on it, just hold on."

Sam nodded, another bad idea as the throbbing ache in his head intensified. Continuing to allow the tears to fall down his cheeks, he had not only passed his breaking point, he was well beyond it, not caring about his tears as he heard his brother shuffling in the chair in front of him.

The blood from the cut above his eye making the swelling worse than it already was, causing him to lose sight in his right eye completely.

But he didn't need to see to know that Dean was close to breaking free, and all Sam had to do was fight to stay awake until his brother got him. But the raspy breathing that had started and the constant flow of blood from various cuts and injuries was making it almost impossible. "Please… Dean" he begged, feeling his stomach turn once again.

The bile burned as it moved up his throat but was quickly tamed as it mixed with the copper taste of the pooling blood. Exhaustion proving too much as he felt his head fall forward, he couldn't stop it, couldn't lift it. All he could do was hang on to his brother's cries.

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Dean had been watching his brother's downward spiral in the last five minutes, noticing the steady flow of blood and tainted vomit from his brother's mouth. Sam's raspy breathing bringing heavy concern from the older brother who watched as Sam's head fell limply.

"Don't you fall asleep Sam." He ordered knowing if his brother fell asleep there was a good chance he wouldn't come back.

When he received no response from Sam's limp form his heart dropped, "Sam?! Sammy! Fucking feet," he yelled in frustration, finally freeing himself from the chair.

Forgetting about the torture his feet had endured earlier his first step was met with a cry as he crumpled to the floor. But it didn't matter how much his feet hurt, pushing past his pain he hobbled over to his shaking brother.

"Sam?" he reached out, tenderly touching the side of his brother's face, reeling back when Sam recoiled, not used to this foreign reaction from his younger brother.

Deans soul flinched with Sam as his younger brother cried out, any harsh movements causing him excruciating pain, "easy, easy Sam" Dean pleaded trying to get through to his brother to calm him down. "Its me little brother, we're getting out of here. I just need you to stay awake a little longer."

Dean watched as his brother struggled to nod, "easy Sam, I just have to get dad, I'll be back" He could hear the small whimper from Sam as he pulled away. But he knew he had to work quickly and get his dad free to help as well, Davy had already been gone for a bit and he didn't know how much longer he had.

Shuffling over to his dad proving more difficult then it had been to get to Sam, but he managed, quickly untying his father so he could help get his baby brother out.

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John grabbed Dean, looking him over, seeing the emotional distress immediately. "I'm fine dad, its Sam." John knew his eldest was hurt far more than he was letting on, but he also knew his boy was looking for comfort, was looking for him to take control, to fix this.

"Okay, we need to get you boys out of here and quick, lets get Sam down."

John did what he knew best, he took control, and his eldest fell in line quickly, he knew Dean and he knew that his boy was crumbling, Sam was his weakest spot, always had been, and always would be.

They passed by the torture table that Davy had set up, John could feel his stomach drop and his anger rise, he was going to rip the killer apart once his boys were safely tucked away in a hospital.

His eyes picked up on the keys immediately, grasping the cool metal that held his youngest sons freedom, along with the knife that was stained red with his boys blood.

"Get his feet free first" John ordered as he looked over his next choice of weapon.

Listening in on the comforting words that Dean offered Sam, never stopping his smooth whispering even with every whimper and cry.

Picking up the lead pipe John walked back over to his sons, "I'll hold him up while you free his hands."

John could see the hesitation in Dean's eyes as he reached up to finally release his brother whose cries for help had become more pronounced with every move.

John couldn't believe Sam was still holding on after all he had been through. He may not have been in the same room as the boys but he had heard it all, and he had his own cuts and bruises from trying to free himself to save his boys.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as loud footsteps came running towards the small room. Both him and Dean moved to stand protectively in front of Sam ready to rip the killer apart.

Unfortunately someone had beaten them to it, Davy came running in, his eyes wild with terror, his right arm ripped from his socket, he staggered against the wall, "Help, help" he begged, receiving no sympathy from the Winchesters.

A deep growl sounding from behind the psycho, yellow eyes casting an eerie glow against the blackness that surrounded it, its stained red teeth even eerier as it reached up. The head of a large alligator coming into full view, the massive bone crushing jaw reaching up and grabbing Davy around the waist. Pulling the screaming killer into the darkness, leaving the Winchester men in shock.