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It's short again... but I hope it still worth reading
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"Bobby, please tell me you've got something," Dean begged.
"We don't have much to go on, Dean. Underground and near the desert… there are a lot of places that fit the description. Not to mention, with the level of power this demon might possess, he might have a way to cloak the location. It's going to take a while."
"We don't have a while, Bobby! From what we know, Sam is being 'broken in' and each minute puts him in more danger!"
"'From what we know.' Dean, we got this intel from Dantanian! He is a demon and for all we know, he's working for Asmodeus."
"No. From the way Dantanian has been speaking about this, I can tell he has motives of his own."
"That of which we have no idea what they are and demons lie, Dean! Speaking of which, where is he?"
"Not here. Thank god, annoying as hell…"
Bobby sighed. He knew that Dean was desperate to find his brother. Even if Dantanian was lying, there's little to no chance that Sam's in anyway a good place and they need t find him fast. "We'll keep searching, Dean. There's nothing else we can do at the moment. Though, next time you see your demon friend, I suggest you question him again. I'm certain he knows more than he's telling."
Dean snapped his cell shut and ran a hand over his face to try and take the weariness away. Trying to keep his façade on while looking frantically for your little brother is no walk in the park. Dean's mind didn't even want to touch the subject of what might be happening to Sam right now. He'll find out eventually without imagination and he'll deal with it them. Sam's been kidnapped before. Although the benders were no day at the circus, Sam had been unharmed. Sam's luck couldn't have completely betrayed him into… No. Dean, don't think about it…
Hold on, Sammy. We're coming as fast as we can!
Asmodeus walked back into the torture chamber. Sam was hanging limply in the cross, his eyes wide and blood shot from reliving all the harsh words and failures, and tears ran freely down his face. Asmodeus smiled at the sight. "That's good for now." He placed his hands on either side of Sam's head and stopped the flow of memories.
Sam's awareness of the world came to him slowly. The back of his mind was still repeating it's mantra dully, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry… Sam knew the only reason he was saying this was to make himself feel better. He'd always be a disappointment to his father and brother. He was never the perfect soldier and always had to have Dean take care of him. He was nothing but a burden to the family. Hell, it was his fault his mother and girlfriend were dead. Slowly but surely, he would kill everyone around him.
Sam lifted his tearstained face up at Asmodeus. He had a smug grin on his face. Sam followed the length of his arm down to the long whip that trailed on the floor. The previous pain inflicted by the whip broke out of the numb cocoon hitting Sam's awareness like a punch. Sam bit his lip to prevent a sob from escaping. Dad and Dean may think I'm useless and a burden, but I'm still a Winchester…
"Stubbornness: Fixed on a certain purpose or opinion."
"D-did you l-l-look tha-at up-p b-before c-comin' h-hhere, orrr wh-what…?"
"Your wisecracking will soon end, Pet." Asmodeus flicked the whip suggestively. "I'm going to question you and you will answer. The questioning will take a few hours or so. Are you ready?" When Sam didn't reply…
WHAP!
Sam bit the top of his lip so hard he was certain a chunk of it was about to fall off. Can't stop the tears… but nothing else will come out!
"What's your name?"
Silence.
WHAP!
WHAP!
"Hmm, seems your stubbornness has renewed itself… You really are a resilent one."
WHAP!
WHAP!
Asmodeus elected a slight moan from Sam, but nothing else. "What do you call me?"
Silence.
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
"What do you call me?"
WHAP!
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"MASTER!" Sam screamed. God… oh, God it hurts so much…!
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
"Very good," Asmodeus said. "What's your name?"
Sam couldn't help it. He sobbed. He sobbed so hard it shook his body to the core. I… I can't admit defeat…! Not yet… I'm… Not… Done… Yet!
"P-Pet," he said choking through the sobs.
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
Why isn't he stopping! God, please stop…! Please… Dean! Dean, where are you! Dean, please help me…! I'm sorry I'm a burden to you! I'm sorry I always let you down! But please… please…
"Do you have a family?"
"N-no," was Sam's automatic reply. Dean…
WHAP!
WHAP!
"What's your name?"
I already answered this… why is he asking again…? "P-P…"
WHAP!
"PET!" he shrieked.
Asmodeus stepped up for a second to wipe the fully bloody and scarred chest clean. "Alright now, what do you call me?"
"Mas…"
WHAP!
WHAP!
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"MASTER! Master… please…"
Asmodeus smiled. He's starting to beg… that's good... But not good enough. "Not yet, Pet. We've still got a few hours to go."
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
Dean… Deanie… help me! Please… Deanie…
WHAP!
WHAP!
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WHAP!
WHAP!
Deanie...
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