I swear, I'm writing as often as I can. I'll try to pick up the pace... School's just been busy and whatever right now. Grr! I have no time for writing!
After the announcement that Sam would soon be wearing Dean's organs, all hell broke loose. Sam launched himself at Manson and Dean head butted one of the two guards holding him.
Neither of their attacks was very successful.
All Dean was rewarded with was a headache, seeing as the man he'd attacked didn't even flinch. Sam was less lucky.
Manson had expertly grabbed Sam's wrist and simultaneously swung him around while slamming a foot down onto his injured ankle with a resounding crack. Sam went down with a sharp cry and ended up on his knees.
Dean called out what vaguely sounded like Sam's name around the gag, but his guards pulled him back and almost out of the room until Manson signaled for them to stop.
He kept his hold on Sam's wrist as Sam stared up at him murderously.
"Take that one to the surgery room." Manson said coldly. "Get him prepped and ready. Then come back for this one."
"Yes sir." One man mumbled, staring at the floor before they pulling Dean, who was yelling what could have been curses at Manson, out and away.
"Sam." Manson released his wrist and took a few steps to the door. "You don't need to fight this, you know. I really am helping you in the long run."
"Helping isn't murdering." Sam growled, wrapping one hand protectively around his ankle.
Manson sighed. "I am sorry about your ankle, son."
"Don't call me that." Sam snarled.
Manson continued as if Sam hadn't spoken. "If all goes well, it should be perfectly healed when you next wake up. When they come to get you, please don't fight them. This can either be quick and painless for your brother, or extremely slow and painful."
Manson turned to leave.
"Wait!" Sam called out suddenly. Manson looked at him over his shoulder. Sam bit his lip, seeing only one way out. "Use me. Dean's a better fighter, and he'll be better bait for more, I promise you. Everyone loves Dean. Take my," Sam choked on the word, "organs. Let him live. I promise you, he's better than I am."
Manson gave Sam an appraising glance. "No. He isn't. I don't know what it is about you boy, but your...special."
Sam recoiled as if slapped.
"I can feel it on you. You have something else about you. I felt it the moment I bumped into you in that bar." He smiled devilishly. "You'll serve me well."
Sam was left speechless as Manson left, swinging the door shut and effectively sealing Sam in the room.
"Sam?" Sam turned and saw Mia watching him from the table. "What just happened?"
"Did you really just now wake up?" Sam grumbled, rubbing his hands through his hair.
"No." Mia admitted. "I've been awake since he was talking about...ahh...your brother."
Sam sighed. "My brother came to rescue me," he said half-heartedly, "and got himself captured in the process. Now Manson's jumping ahead a few steps to turning me into one of you using his...his..." Sam trailed off.
"He wants to kill your brother." Mia said softly. They were both silent for a moment. "I'm sorry," she said finally.
"Don't be. I'll figure something out," Sam stared at the ceiling. "We always do."
Mia bit her lip. "Sam, I'm sorry, but I don't see what you can do. Even if you do manage to get your brother free, Manson will track you down. You heard what he said. You're special. He wants you, and bad. He isn't going to let you go that easily."
"Then I'll kill him." Sam spat.
"Sam..." Mia warned.
"What? Are you going to tell me that I can't? That it's impossible?"
"No." Mia bit her lip and looked like she was upset about something.
"So what then?"
Mia looked down at herself, at the big Y that marred her chest. She took a deep breath and when she looked up, there was a steely resolve in her eyes. "There is a way to kill him."
"What?" Sam looked up at her suddenly.
"There's a way to kill him." Mia insisted. "And when he dies, everyone connected to him will die with him."
Sam looked startled. "Won't that kill you then?"
"No." Mia said quickly. I think I should be fine. These organs won't take, I can feel it. That means I'm not connected to him yet. He still needs to try again."
"You can feel if the organs will work or not?" Sam asked dubiously.
"Of course I can." Mia said with a smirk. Then her face turned somber. "They've all felt this way."
"Oh." Sam breathed. "So what do I need to do?"
"The heart." Mia smiled quirkily. "It's all that keeps him truly alive right now. Destroy that, and he goes with it."
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Dean was having a bad day. First they snagged him the second he got into the compound, then he was informed that he was about to be gutted to give his little brother immortality, then said little brothers ankle was clearly broken, and now he was being strapped down to a medical table.
There was another table next to him, that one empty and awaiting his brother. He grimaced as they pulled a leather strap tight over his only wrist. He had attempted to fight back, but they were abnormally strong. He didn't stand a chance. The man grabbed the front of his t-shirt, the rest of his over clothes having been removed, and ripped it clear down the front.
"Oh come on, you really should buy me dinner first." Dean smiled snarkily.
The man looked at Dean snidely. "When Manson comes, you won't be so confident. When he straps that little brother of yours to the table. You know he opens up the new host first. He empties them out, lets them scream, then performs the ritual once their dead. Manson'll let you watch the whole thing."
Dean growled and pulled at his restraints.
"It'll probably take some time to break him you know. Once he's is turned over to Manson. He seems strong. Before Manson can take complete control, your brother's will will have to break." The man smirked. "That brother of yours is a cute one, aint he? Maybe Manson'll let me help break him..."
Dean roared wordlessly. "I'll kill you, you asshole!"
The man laughed. "You could try. That is, if you weren't about to be slaughtered."
Dean snarled and pulled at his restraints futilely.
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"Sam?" Sam followed Mia's eyes to the doorway. The guards were there, each looking smug yet bored.
"It's time."
