Set after episode 2.04 with spoilers for episodes 1.01-2.04.
Rated M for language
Summary: Knowing how much weight Dean has been carrying on his shoulders since their father's death, Sam tries to get him help but ends up putting his brother's life in danger.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sam, Dean, or anything Supernatural related, but the rest are mine. Enjoy!!
"Ah, Sammy… just in time," the demon cooed as his hand halted a few inches from Dean's heavily panting chest.
"Sammy!! Run!!!"
"Oh, I don't think so. Sammy wants to stick around for the show." The demon's eyes flared and Sam was thrown into the far wall and pinned there. He gasped as the air rushed out of his lungs on impact. Dean's struggles redoubled.
"Let him go! Don't you touch my brother!" Dean shouted as the demon slowly sauntered up to Sam.
"I wouldn't dream of it, dear boy. You see, I need Sam alert and conscious to hear his brother's deepest, darkest fears and pains."
"You son-of-a…"
"Dean, are those the only words you know? Honestly, clearly only Sammy here has the brain to make it through college. No wonder your dad never gave you the chance."
"Shut up, damn it."
"Dean?" Sam finally spoke up, glancing at his brother, then returning his hate-filled gaze to the demon in front of him.
"Just ignore him, Sam. Demons lie."
"Ah, but this demon has no reason to lie. Your life is more screwed up than any lies I could come up with, and I can be very creative if pressed. No, I am not lying, and both of you know it, don't you."
"I'm the one you want, just let Dean go. Take me."
"NO SAM!" Dean screamed at the horror of his brother's plea.
"My dear boy, why would I just let him go when I can have so much fun first? I'm giving you a gift, Sammy boy. Isn't this what you've always wanted? For Dean to open up and talk to you?" Sam shook his head in denial. "This is what you sent him here for, am I right?"
"Not like this. This isn't what I wanted! I just wanted him to be okay! I wanted him to be able to open up to me willingly, not forced to!"
"Not forced to? Then why did you have him forcefully taken? I was right outside the day you gave your brother up cause you couldn't handle his brooding anymore. They surrounded him, tackled him, and sedated him. Sounds forceful to me."
"I didn't know that was going to happen! I just wanted them to help him!"
"Sammy! I said don't listen to him, damn it!" Dean shouted, not being able to take the guilt he could hear in his brother's voice anymore.
"Dean, I'm so sorry! This was a huge mistake…"
"We can talk about this later, Sam. Now isn't exactly a good time."
The demon turned from Sam and walked back over to Dean, caressing his cheek with the back of his hand. Dean turned his head away again. "Stop it!" he roared and the demon began to laugh.
"Leave him alone!" Sam shouted from the wall, trying to pull himself towards his brother and managing to get his head a few inches from the wall until it smacked back harshly making black dots invade his vision.
The demon smiled ruthlessly at Sam, then raised the needle above Dean's chest again. "Happy half-birthday, Sammy."
"Nooooo!!!!" Sam screamed as the needle plunged down into his brother's heart.
"Argghhhhh!!!" Dean shouted as the initial sting turned into a cruel burn as the liquid began to flood through his system.
"Dean!!" Sam shouted, his eyes locked onto his brother's writhing body.
"Give it a minute, Deano, then the fun will really begin!" the demon chuckled.
Dean tried to curl in on himself to ward off the pain but the restraints refused to yield. A tear escaped from Dean's tough-guy mask. The demon gently brushed it away. "There, there now. I know it hurts. The pain will diminish soon. Then the fun will begin!"
Placing one hand on Dean's hip to restrict his writhing, the demon placed the other over Dean's heart waiting for him to regain control of his breathing and heart rate which were both erratic.
Panting, Dean sucked in enough breath to throw a threat the demon's way. "Get your… damn hands… off of… me."
"Now, now. I'm just making sure your heart can take the medication. What good would you be to me if you died?"
"Dean! Dean, are you okay?" Sam called from the other side of the room where he was still pinned to the wall.
"Almost forgot you were over there, Sammy." The demon turned to the youngest Winchester. "Have you been compiling a list to ask your brother, now that he will finally be honest with you about his true feelings? I must say I have a few of my own ready."
Determined to get the demon's attention back on himself rather than his brother, Dean forced himself to speak up as he felt the pain subsiding. "Then ask them already. I'm getting bored."
The demon turned back to Dean, placed his hand back over his heart, and was satisfied that the organ would hold out for the questioning. "See, now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No, not at all. I think you should try it. All the cool kids are doing it."
Dean's eyes suddenly slid shut against his will. The demon peeled them back up and grinned like a Cheshire cat when he saw that his eyes were glossed over. "Oh, Dean… I asked you if these drugs were so bad…"
In a monotonous voice, Dean responded. "Hurt like a bitch."
"That's more like it. See, it's more fun to be honest, isn't it, Dean?"
"No."
"Are you scared, Dean?"
A small whimper that he quickly suppressed managed to slip out as Dean responded honestly. "Yes."
Sam's heart broke at the sound. "Oh, God. Dean. Hang on, man! Try not to speak!"
Dean nodded his approval.
"Oh no you don't." The demon stated. "We're just getting started. Dean, how badly did it hurt when your baby brother decided you weren't good enough for him anymore and left to make a new life without you?"
Sam struggled against the demon's powers at this. "Leave him alone! Dean, don't you listen to him! You know I didn't leave because of you!"
Dean bit his lip to try and keep himself from responding.
"How about when your hero of a dad up and ditched you to survive on your own? That must have stung a little?"
Dean's jaw clenched so hard he could taste the blood from his lip where his teeth bit through. He blinked rapidly as he fought to clear the haze that had fallen on his mind and over his eyes.
"Fight it, Dean! I know you can do it! Just hang in there!"
Dean nodded, refusing to open his mouth.
"That's enough of the silent treatment. We haven't got all day, boys." The demon filled the same needle up with air and then debated on which boy to use it on. Knowing Dean wouldn't even talk to save his own life, the demon strode over to Sam and slowly plunged the needle into his neck.
Sam grimaced in pain and Dean finally released his bloodied lip to attempt to save his brother. "NO!! Please! I'll talk, I swear! Just don't hurt him."
The demon took the needle out of Sam's neck. "That's more like it. You must hate your brother deep down for all the shit he puts you through. Bad guys like me using him as a bargaining chip to make you do as we please? Having him forced on you at the age of four, having to become his wet nurse day and night because your father was too weak to deal with the two of you after the death of his beautiful wife!"
"No! No… I love my little brother with all of my heart. I would die for him. I took the responsibility of his life in my hands when I was a kid and I never wanted to give it to anyone else. That was my decision, not my dad's. He did the best he could."
Tears stung Sam's cheeks at hearing that his brother didn't hate him for everything they've been through. It also brought into light how much his brother really did for him all his life.
"You're so pathetic! Don't you have any self-worth? Any desire to live a life of your own?"
Dean's answer came out as a whisper. "No."
"No? Now that is more like it! There's a true answer I knew we could get out of you. You hear that, Sammy? You brother realizes he is a useless waste of space!"
"Dean! No! It's not true! Come on man! Haven't you ever dreamed of settling down with a girl and having a few kids when this whole damn hunting business is over?"
"It's never going to be over, Sammy. There will always be something to hunt. I am a hunter. This is my life. But it isn't yours. I realized that when you left, and I don't hold it against you. You were destined for more than this. You should have built a life with Jessica without me interrupting it and bringing the hunt back to you."
"Dean, Jessica's death wasn't your fault, you hear me? This bastard could have found me any time he wanted. The only reason I lived was because you pulled me out. You hear me, Dean? You saved my life again, just like you always do. I love you for that."
"I love you too, Sammy."
"You love your little brother, Dean, but you risked his life with a Striga so you could play a video game? That doesn't sound like love to me. He could have died… would have if your father hadn't shown up when he did."
"I'm sorry, Sammy. I didn't mean to put your life in danger." Dean sounded broken.
Sam jumped in, trying to distract Dean from the demon's words. "Dean, hey... hey! Listen to me! Uh… what's your favorite color?" Sam threw in desperately.
"Blue," Dean whimpered out. He could feel the blood trickling down the back of his throat. He even found himself hoping that he would just choke on it and end his current misery.
"Good, Dean! How do you feel when you're cruising around in your Impala?"
"My baby… peaceful. She's the only home I ever really had."
"Okay… uh… what's your favorite meal?"
"Cheeseburger and fries with a chocolate shake."
"Haha. Hang in there Dean, and I promise I will get you as many as you want when we get out of here."
The demon quickly interrupted. "That's enough! You are wasting your questions, Sammy! Your brother no longer has walls up blocking you out. Take advantage of the situation for once in your life!"
"I will never take advantage of my brother like that! When he is ready to talk, he'll talk damn it!"
"You can't possibly be naive enough to truly believe that, Sammy. Your brother lives to protect you. He won't willing divulge anything if it means hurting you in the process."
"If that is the way he wants to cope, then I'm okay with that. I freaked earlier and didn't stop to think, but Dean, I didn't know things would turn out like this…"
"You didn't think at all, Sammy boy! And as always your brother is paying for it! Just as he did when you woke up on the wrong side of the bed and shot him a chest full of rocksalt."
"Leave him alone!" Dean grunted out. His wrists and ankles were bleeding from him pulling against his binds with all his might.
"Bet he still bares the scars, doesn't he?" The demon walked back over to Dean and pulled his shirt up. Small white scars decorated his chest. "And every time he takes his shirt off and sees these scars, he's reminded of how much you hate him. How much you loath him being… what was it Sammy? Daddy's good little soldier? I believe it was you that called your brother pathetic, brainless, and desperate for papa Winchester's approval."
"He knows that wasn't me! I would never say those things to him! Dean, if you want me to take that drug to prove it, I will. I do not believe those things I said. I don't know where they came from."
"I believe you, Sammy," Dean almost surprised himself when he realized this was true, his voice full of emotion.
The demon looked aghast. "He held your own gun to your head, Dean! How could you simply brush that off?!"
Imitating Dean's voice with uncanny likeness, the demon continued, "You hate me that much? You think you can kill your own brother? And Sammy… you pulled the trigger. Three times." He held up three fingers to prove his point.
"It wasn't him." Dean ground out.
"You really are more fucked up than I thought, boy. No worries. You came to the right place."
The demon switched on the ECT cart again and began attaching the electrodes to Dean's temples.
"No! Please, don't hurt him!" Sam screamed, feeling completely useless.
Dean refused to beg and grit his teeth, preparing himself for the pain.
"I don't think you need a muscle relaxant this time, do you Dean? You seem pretty relaxed to me," the demon smirked again.
Dean shook his head no, refusing to lose all feeling in his body again. That was the most uncomfortable sensation he had ever experienced, not to mention he wanted to be able to keep fighting even if he didn't see any chance of their escape.
The demon shoved the mouth guard into Dean's mouth. "Wouldn't want you to bite that sarcastic tongue off, would we?"
Dean grunted a respond that didn't sound very polite.
"It's been nice talking to you, Deano. Say hi to your father for me." The demon cranked the machine up to its highest voltage. Sam screamed for his brother as the demon flipped the switch.
TBC
