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Jungle Fever
Chapter nine
An hour later Sam finally passed out and was cut down. Dean winced when he saw the bloody lash marks running down his brother's back. Dean was then untied from the chair and he ripped off his gag as he sprang up cursing.
"You fucking son of a bitch! Can't you see you're killing him?" He asked as he walked toward Nguyen, but he was quickly grabbed by two guards. He didn't try to fight them, he knew it was useless, there were too many guards around and all he would accomplish was maybe getting Sam hurt even more. " He's already sick with a fever and now you try to beat him to death? Where the hell is that going to get you? If he's dead he's of no use to you."
"Such passion." Nguyen gave a little laugh. "Why do you care so much about this man? You can always get a new commanding officer." Nguyen looked over at Sam who hung limp between two of his guards. "Strange though…..he does seem a little young to be a Corporal."
"You think you're such a big man…. then why don't you take on someone who isn't already sick? Why don't you take me on one to one? Show your men how big you really are."
"I have no need for that. I think another round with your Corporal and he'll be begging to tell me what I want to know." Nguyen looked at his men. "Take them back to their cell."
The cell
Sam was drug into the room and dropped on the floor, Dean was then pushed into the room. He immediately went to his brother's side. The other Marines gathered around trying to offer any kind of help they could.
"Boy they really did a number on him." Conner said as he watched Dean try to clean the wounds the best he could with the dirty water from the bucket. "The officers always get worse then us." He said shaking his head sadly as he looked at Sam's wounds.
"He tell them anything?" Smith asked.
Dean shook his head and blinked back tears as he looked at his brother's beaten body. Their dad had taught them well he thought sadly, how to take the pain and not break. And even though Sam knew nothing, he still took the pain rather then give out false information.
"You should have told them something Sammy…..anything just to stop the beating." Dean said softly as he continued to try and clean his brother's wounds.
Seeing his brother beaten had hurt Dean far worse then if he himself had taken the beating and somehow Nguyen had known that, even though he had no way of knowing they were brothers, or that they were even close.
Dean looked over at Johnson who was kneeling next to him.
"This Jungle Fever you talked about…..what are the symptoms….what's going to happen to him?"
"Well the rash comes first, then the fever. If he isn't given antibiotics the fever will become worse, he'll get weak and he'll start to hallucinate and get confused. Eventually his body will start to shut down and…… he'll die."
Dean knew as much as it would kill him to watch his brother die, he knew it might be the only way to make it back to their time; at least that's what happened on the Titanic. Once they died, they woke up back in the museum. But would he be able to sit back and watch Sam die? He didn't know if he could do that again.
Sam's eyelids finally started to flutter and he slowly opened them. He looked up into his brother's face and gave a weak smile.
"Good to see ya….. You okay?"
"You're the one who took the beating Sam, you tell me." Dean smiled back at his brother.
"I've been better." Sam winced as he tried to move.
"Well just take it easy….. Your back's pretty messed up." Dean leaned in close. "Sam….if they take you again just tell them anything, make up coordinates….just give them something, anything to let them think they broke you."
Sam gave a little laugh.
"You should have told me that before I went in there."
"I figured you'd think of it yourself." Dean smiled sadly, he knew their Dad's brainwashing about handling pain and not giving in to your enemies was the reason Sam had kept quiet. All their lives they had been taught to keep their mouths shut no matter how much pain they were in, that if the enemy got them to talk they would be of no further use to them and they would more then likely be killed. It was true with most of the evil things they had to deal with but this was different. Here if you talked the enemy might let up on the beatings a little, but Dean also knew the Marines he was imprisoned with would think less of you. They also had been trained to take the torture, to not give into the enemy, and if one of them broke it would bring shame to all of them. But how much torture could a man endure? How long before he broke?
TBC
