Lessons in Pain Ch. 7
Disclaimer: Kripke and the CW own the Winchesters. I am just playing in their sandbox for a little while and will return them. I am not making a profit from this story!
Author's Note: The story has not been beta'ed so please forgive all errors.
In celebration of a SUPER BOWL WIN, here is the next chapter. Vonnie, your team played hard and the deserve a pat on the back my friend.
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Previously: "Keep that thing away from me bitch" Dean seethed recognizing the cattle prod instantly. He tensed as the headmistress moved closer knowing damn well that she was going to stick that thing into his wounded shoulder. He screamed in unabashed agony as the electrical current ran through his shoulder causing unimaginable pain. He saw black spots encroaching on his vision and allowed the darkness to consume him.
As Sam made his was down the darkened secret passageway, he suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of his brother screaming out in agony. The sound cut through him to his very soul as he wondered what kind of pain was being inflicted onto his brother. He started making his way more quickly towards the area where the screams were coming from until they were suddenly silenced. "Oh God, please don't let him be dead" Sam prayed as tears moistened his eyes. He could never live with himself if he weren't able to keep his vision from coming true.
As he continued making his way towards where he thought the torture chamber might be, scenes from the vision played in his head only this time, the headmistress taunted him with his failures. "Look at the pain your precious brother suffers because of you, look how he arches in pain and screams until his throat bleeds with the electrical current running through his body. You did this to him Sam. You weren't good enough and now Dean cries in agony. You're doomed to be a failure all of your life Sam."
"No, I'm not a failure and I'll prove it" Sam said aloud to nobody but himself determined to prove the evil entity wrong. "I'll save you Dean if it's the last thing I do." Striding down the hallway with a renewed determination, Sam prepared himself for the battle ahead. He fingered the gun loaded with salt rounds in the back hem of his jeans and he patted the flask of holy water that was readily available in his jacket pocket. As his eyes searched up ahead, he could see the faint gleam of light coming from around what must have been a corner. "Just hold on Dean, I'm coming" Sam whispered as his steps became stealthier. He needed the advantage of surprise on his side if things were going to go in their favor.
As he neared what he hoped would be the room Dean was in, Sam could hear the sound of evil laughing and the voice of whom he assumed to be the headmistress gloating about the torment she was going to inflict on his brother. He could hear the sound of metal scraping on something and knew the time to make his move was now or chance losing his brother.
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Dean awoke to find himself shirtless and securely tied down to a metal slab with shackles chaffing his ankles and wrists. "Oh hell, this can't be good" he mumbled as he jerked his arms and then his legs trying to find some slack in the metal binding him to the table. All he felt however was the immediate pain in his shoulder and the stabbing pains shooting through his chest from the agony caused by the shoulder wound. "Son of a bitch" he gritted through clenched teeth as he tried to control his breathing to minimize the pain.
His heart seized in fear as he suddenly felt a chill in the air. The spirit was about to make it's appearance once again. If everything went according to Sammy's vision, then the headmistress was going to take his life in one of the most painful ways possible. He tried to take deep calming breaths as he saw the spirit beginning to coalesce in front of him. He had to keep his wits if he had any hopes of getting out of this one alive.
"Ah my sacrificial offering awakens" Trinity Jane touted as she walked up to Dean and ran her ice cold fingers down his chest causing him to shiver uncontrollably. "Such a shame to have to destroy such a nice body, especially when we could have had so much fun" she cooed as her fingers trailed down to the hem of Dean's jeans.
"Go to hell bitch" Dean snarled as he tried to arch his body away from her exploring hands.
"Been there, done that" Trinity smirked as she cupped Dean's groin with her hand before turning her head over towards her instruments of torture. "Alas, I don't have the time to play with you as I would like my pet. The time has come to appease my master. Once he has your soul, I will be set free to roam the Earth again as I please."
The evil headmistress walked over to her beloved torture table and picked up a handsaw caressing the blade with the tenderness that one would use to caress a baby. "This should do very nicely" she said as she walked over towards the metal slab imprisoning Dean. "I'm sorry my dear, but this could hurt a bit" she replied as she placed the blade down on Dean's skin and pulled.
Dean screamed out in agony as he felt the teeth of the saw blade beginning to bite into his skin. He felt the warm blood begin to seep from the shallow wound as the headmistress sighed in ecstasy. "Please don't let Sammy be the one to find me" he prayed wanting to spare his baby brother the horror of what would be his gruesome death. He tried to close off his mind to the pain and await for death to take him but was suddenly brought back to awareness by the sound of a loud bang followed closely by an ear piercing wail.
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Sam had rounded the corner and was standing just outside the door when he heard a female voice say "I'm sorry my dear, but this could hurt a bit" followed closely by the unmistakable sound of his brother's voice screaming out in pain. Raising his foot, he kicked out with all his might while raising the shotgun at the same time.
"Stay the hell away from my brother." he shouted as his finger instantly pulled back the trigger sending salt rounds into the corporeal body before him. He heard the spirit howl out in agony as it dissipated before his eyes. Scanning the room, he looked over to see the black altar in right hand corner. He could see that it had already been set up with the sacrificial candles and spell book needed to make the offering, the last things needed being his brother's blood and heart.
He started making his way towards the altar only to feel a strong wind whipping through the room. He suddenly felt himself go airborne as he was lifted from his feet and thrown into a wall before crashing harshly to the ground leaving him in a dazed state. He groaned in agony as pain once again shot through his wounded leg and he could feel the stitches tearing as warm liquid began to flow down his leg.
"Sammy look out" he heard his brother's voice call as he shook his head to clear his mind of the cobwebs that seemed to invade it suddenly. He glanced up to see the spirit approaching him and discretely moved his hand to his jacket pocket. He looked the headmistress in the eye as he loosened the cap and took it off the flask of holy water. He gripped his hand around the flask and pulled it just as the spirit hovered in front of him.
"You shall pay with your life for your interference of the ritual" Trinity stated with sadistic glee as she began to recite a demonic curse.
""Not in this lifetime bitch" Sammy snarled as he flung the holy water into the face of the wicked abomination. He watched as the skin on it's ghostly face blistered under the attack of the holy water and the spirit screeched out of existence once again. Knowing that he had only a few precious seconds, he ran to the corner of the room and flipped the altar over before grabbing a hatchet off of the table of instruments and chopping it to pieces. He then quickly doused the contents in rock salt and lighter fluid and dropped a flaming match into the pile and stared at the instant conflagration that rose into the air.
As the fire burned brightly, he turned his attention to his severely injured brother who lay panting on the table. He quickly walked over to his side and surveyed his brothers form. He grimaced in sympathy at the deep wound in his brother's shoulder and the long jagged wound on his arm. "Oh God Dean, I'm sorry I didn't get her fast enough" he apologized as he felt guilt starting to consume him.
"S'not your fault Sammy, so don't you dare blame yourself for what happened" Dean whispered through the pain as he watched the heavy burden settle onto his brother's shoulder. "You got here in time to stop her and that's all that matters."
"I've got to get you out of here and back to the motel" Sam stated ignoring his brothers words as he noticed the sheen of perspiration on Dean's face and chest. The wound in his shoulder was beginning to look angry and unless he was mistaken, it was starting to become infected.
"Sammy, did you hear what I said?" Dean questioned knowing that Sam was trying to steer the conversation in another direction. There was no way he was going to allow his baby brother to take the blame for what happened to him.
"You're wrong Dean, it is my fault. I should have…"
"Have what Sammy? There's nothing you could have done. Shit happens. We deal with it and move on."
"It shouldn't have happened this time. My vision gave us a warning. If only I had…"
"If only's don't count. If anyone should take the blame it'x me. I should have called Bobby for some help on this one. It's not your burden to carry dude so leave it alone." Dean said wishing he could place a comforting hand on Sammy's shoulder.
Sam smiled wistfully and shook his head in acceptance. The least he could do is let Dean think that he was fine and not blaming himself for what happened. Pulling out his lock pick set, he deftly released the locks on the shackles and helped his brother to sit up. He supported Dean by the shoulders as his brother began to sway and groan. "Easy bro, take it slow."
Dean felt immediate vertigo as his brother helped him to a sitting position. He groaned as he fought back the feeling of nausea that overtook him. He felt Sam's hand steady him and he drew in a few deep breaths to prepare himself to stand. Nodding his head that he was ready, Dean felt Sam pull him to his feet while wrapping an arm around his waist in support. He felt Sammy lift his uninjured arm and sling it around his neck before taking a few steps forward.
Sam felt the tremors course through Dean's body as they made their way through the school. He had to get Dean back to the motel room and take care of his injuries ASAP not to mention his own since he could still feel the blood running down his leg from his own injury.
As they exited the building and started towards the car, Dean forced them to come to a stop by planting his feet. "Dean, is something wrong? Do you need a few minutes to rest?" Sammy questioned wondering if he had pushed Dean too far.
"M'fine" Dean gasped in between breaths as he fought to stay awake. "We need to…to salt and bu-burn the bitch"
"We'll have to come back and do that later Dean" Sam stated succinctly knowing that Dean was in no shape to dig a grave and that he wouldn't be able to complete the task on his own. "We've got to get your injuries taken care of first. I'll call Bobby later for some help."
Sam had no sooner gotten Dean to the car when his brother's knees buckled and he passed out. "Damn it" Sam grunted as he took on Dean's full weight and held him up as he opened the door and carefully placed his unconscious big brother into the back seat. Wiping the sweat off of his own brow, he grabbed a blanket from the trunk and placed it over Dean before climbing into the driver's seat and speeding off towards their motel.
TBC
