What goes around comes around.
Summary. . . . . Dean's taken, but by whom? Blindfolded, tied and beaten, why won't anybody talk to him? And just what has happened to Sam? Dean whumpage, hurt and angst Sam to follow, Set after season 2 but no spoilers. Rated K+
Disclaimer. . . . Still only a pawn playing in Kripkieland.
A.N. . . . . Still blown away by the response to this fic, thanks again for all the reviews and alerts but mostly for taking time out to read. Oh and there's still back story which once again is written in italics Anyway enough for now, sit back and enjoy chapter 7.
Gordon broke free from his reverie as Dean shifted restlessly on the bed, soft groans coming from him as he fought to regain consciousness. Gordon pulled the chair closer to the bed as Dean's eyes started to flutter open. If looks could kill he knew that he would be dead by now from the livid and fiery rage that sprang from the younger man's eyes. He was almost happy when they finally left his face and began to stare at the ceiling.
Both men sat in silence until Dean broke it, unable to hold back his need to know what else Gordon had done to his brother.
"I don't think that you've told me the worst yet, have you? What else did you do?" The words were so whispered Gordon almost missed them.
"We were easy on him to begin with, you'll be happy to know Dean. Just beat him with punches and words, that's all. He started to convert after day five getting worse every day, but didn't truly until five days after you arrived."
It really was amazing just how pliable and receptive Sam's mind became after a few doses of the drug. To begin with he had believed Dean to be dead, but he still saw Gordon as the enemy. After a couple of doses though Sam had completely changed, he forgot everything that had happened between them before and now began to believe that Gordon was the good guy. He forgot that Gordon had promised to kill him and now saw him as an ally, a friend. He forgot that Gordon was the one who had sent Dean to his death and now truly believed that only the older hunter could lead him to his brother's killer.
Five days after Dean had been captured Gordon decided that Sam was compliant enough to try to pass the hardest part yet. To see if he could convince Sam that Dean was in fact the demon that had killed his brother.
Walking into Sam's spare room he sneered at the pitiful sight before him. Clad only in his filth riddled jeans, Sam sat huddled in the corner shaking uncontrollably, rocking himself, scratching at his arms, caught in the midst of a come down.
Gordon stayed in the doorway not quite willing to speak, Sam's come downs had been so far unpredictable at best. More often than not he was submissive, confused and scared, but occasionally he would be violent, uncontrollable and angry. Gordon found himself divided between which one he hoped it would be today, part of him wanting Sam to be sad so that he would be easier to work with, but oh how he did enjoy it when Sam wanted to fight, relishing battering the weakened younger man into submission.
"Sam?" He finally spoke up.
As Sam's head rose Gordon could tell that he was on one of his sad days and would be easier to work with.
"Sam, stand up and come with me."
Sam looked at Gordon questioningly but rose to his feet slowly, unsteadily. Another punch to Sam's throat not long after the first one had closed the passage way so much Sam could barely drag air through it. Speaking was a no-no, a benefit that Gordon knew would come in handy and was about to take full advantage off.
As Sam sluggishly made his way towards the door where Gordon still stood, the older hunter spoke to him once more.
"Sam we caught it! We caught the thing that killed Dean."
Sam looked up at Gordon once more, his glassy eyes shining even more with unshed tears and pleading with hope.
"Do you want me to take you to him, Sam?" Sam nodded before Gordon carried on. "You have to take your medicine first though Sam, okay?"
Sam held out his hand practically begging for the small slip of paper and eagerly placed it in his mouth, his need to see his brother's killer so strong. Gordon waited for the drug to work before leading Sam from the room. As they reached the top of the stairs that led to the cellar he stopped and turned to the younger man.
"Okay Sam, I will let you see him but you have to promise not to kill him."
He could almost feel Sam's anger trying to break free as he spoke those words and he knew he would have to try and convince Sam to hold back. Thinking fast he spoke again.
"Sam, Bobby's missing and we don't know where he is. We think that this demon has him, so that is why you cannot kill him. Once we have Bobby back you can do what ever you want but until then do not kill him. Do you understand me Sam?"
The anger that had been present in Sam's eyes before Gordon's words now radiated from them. First Dean and now Bobby, this demon would die, but Gordon was right he couldn't risk Bobby's life by wanting to get revenge so desperately. He would have to wait. He nodded, acquiescing that he understood.
Gordon had found it easy to lead Sam down the stairs after their little one sided chat, he should have thought of it sooner using Bobby's fate like that. They stopped outside the door to Dean's room, Gordon knowing that it was now or never, that the minute the door was opened his plan's could all go up in flames, he knew that if Sam recognized Dean then no amount of drugs or beatings would make a difference, the plan would be truly lost.
He needn't have worried, as the door swung open Sam had stood there quietly just in side the door way, almost trembling in anger and anticipation of what was to come. He didn't recognize Dean's voice demanding to know who was there, demanding to know who was in the room, demanding to know where Sam was and what had happened to him, threatening to kill Gordon. He didn't even recognize Dean's pain filled grunts either as Simon went to work on his body, or his anguished cry of pain as his ribs broke. Sam was oblivious to everything, all that mattered to him was that Dean's killer was in this room.
At Gordon's nod he strode forward and rained blow after blow on Dean's killer, savoring each and every punch. He could feel bones breaking as he jabbed the demons face, could feel the air rush out of the creature as he struck it's stomach, could feel the ribs move all the more as he punched the demons side and he smiled. His drug filled, brainwashed mind unable to register that he was hurting the only person left that he truly loved.
He smirked at the demons pathetic form as Gordon nodded once more, his signal to stop. He quivered with happiness at the sight of his own blood covered knuckles, happiness that he had been able to start exacting revenge for Dean's death. Unable to see that the blood belonged to the person he was exacting it for.
Gordon laughed maliciously at the memories; he had kept the strength of the drug a secret allowing Dean to fill in the blanks himself. He had watched the younger man all the time he was talking to him pleasuring in the different emotions that flittered across his features. Rage, fear, anger, frustration, hopelessness, failure.
"You see Dean, Sam really didn't take much persuading to allow his evil side through. A beating here and there and a few drugs and he was begging for it to be unleashed, begging to hurt you."
"You really are a twisted fuck, aren't you? Sam's not changed and I don't care what you, other hunters or the god damned yellow eyed demon think and say, he never will. The only way that you could get him to hurt me was through drugs and punches. You're sick Gordon. You want to believe, need to believe that everyone that is slightly different is evil; does it make your decision to kill your sister, to not even try to help her, easier if you feel this way? You know what I'd rather have a chosen child beside me, watching me back, over you any day. There's only one evil thing in this house Gordon and that is you!"
"Sam will change, has changed, Dean. He will lead the demons armies against us and he will kill humans. Can you live with yourself? Can you live with that knowledge?"
Dean raised his head as far as he could determined to hold the sadistic hunters gaze, ignoring the pain that it caused as he pulled on his broken wrist.
"Gordon, listen and listen good because I'm sick and tired of repeating myself. Sam would rather die first than hurt anybody, for the life of me I can't understand why but that even includes you. He. Will. Never. Change!" Dean ground out every word, emphasizing everyone. "Start figuring out a good place to hide, Gordo, because I will get out of here! I will get through to Sam! And I will kill you! You see you made two glaring mistakes. 1, you messed with my little brother and I told you once before nobody messes with Sam and 2, you chose the wrong brother to be scared off!"
Gordon didn't answer but Dean could tell that he had rattled him. He watched as the older man pushed the chair back away from the bed and stood up. He watched, his gaze never once faltering, as Gordon went to leave the room.
As Gordon reached the door he turned, unnerved to find Dean still scrutinizing him. He needed to get back some control, needed to get the last word in.
"You really think that you will get free? That I will allow you to get to Sam? That I won't kill him in front of you first? That if you did succeed I would allow Sam to leave here without a back up plan? That there's a big rescue party coming for you, just around the corner? There's nobody coming for you and Sam, Dean. Nobody! And frankly I've grown tired of this masquerade now, enjoy your night Dean, it will be your last. Tomorrow I think we will allow Sam to sit his final exam. Tomorrow your brother will be sent to kill you."
Gordon laughed viciously as his words cut into Dean, he watched as the young hunter's bravado faltered giving him the result he had craved for, the result he needed.
A.N. . . . . . . . Shorter than usual I know sorry, but I'm doing overtime after tomorrow so didn't know when I would be able to post again. I hope that it was still enjoyable though, Peanut x
