CARRY ON WAYWARD ROAD
SPIDERWEBS, DUST, AND COBWEBS
CHAPTER 10
THIS CHAPTER IS GRAFFIC! IF YOU HAVE ANY ISSUES WITH READING GRAFFIC TORTURE AND RAPE THEN SKIP THIS CHAPTER, SERIOUSLY! SKIP IT! SPOILER FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO SKIP IT: SAM AND DEAN'S PLAN TO GET RID OF THE EVIL DOCTOR DIDN'T GO AS PLANNED, DEAN ENDED UP BEING TORTURED AND BRUTALLY RAPED BEFORE HE WAS ABLE TO RID THE FACILITY OF THE EVILNESS THE DOCTOR BROUGHT UPON ITS PATIENTS. DEAN EXPERIENCED JUST HOW BAD THE TORTURE THE PATIENTS ENDURED BEFORE THEY DIED IN THE HANDS OF THE DOCTOR.
Dean walked out with the utmost confidence. They had a plan and he was sure it would work, that after tonight, all the spirits who were murdered would be able to rest. He didn't like the idea of killing a human, but sometimes, the humans are more of a monster than the monsters themselves.
Over the years of hunting, Dean had come to learn that the line he once thought was black and white, has become grayed. Not all monsters are bad, and not all people are good. This particular case, it seemed the spirits weren't evil like they once thought. The eye witnesses were only scared of them, because of their appearance.
But, as Dean had found out, they were only trying to warn the others, trying to stop the one who had killed them. Dean had told Dr. Willow's sister's spirit he was there to help, and he fully intended on keeping his word, no matter what happened in the process. First, he needed to get put in the padded room with the evil doctor.
It was shift change, which meant the doctor would be back for the evening, this was his chance, he had to take it while he could, he couldn't allow anyone else to suffer. He purposely walked past the treatment room, glaring in at the doctor with evil eyes.
"Mr. Winchester."
Dean paused, turning to look at him, not speaking, instead giving him a 'what the hell do you want' look.
"I need to see you, please."
"What the hell for?" He questioned as he walked toward the treatment room. "So, you can tie me back up?" He continued, trying to piss him off on purpose.
"I'd suggest you lose that tone of voice with me."
"Or what?" Dean's body language said he was ready for anything, even if it meant violence.
"I see you haven't lost your violent temper."
"I don't have a damn violent temper. I just don't care much for you."
"Well, I'm not going to allow you to threaten me again. I'm afraid you're going to be a danger to the others around you."
"The only person I'm going to be a danger to is you, when I rip your heart out."
He knew that got him exactly where he wanted him. The doctor had pushed him against a wall, his arm against Dean's throat, cutting off any chance of air.
"We'll see about that." He stated as Dean felt a sharp poke in his arm.
Glancing his eyes down toward where the pain came from, he saw the doctor removing a syringe that he had used to inject something into Dean. Once he was finished he released his hold.
"What the hell man?" Dean spat out as he rubbed his arm. "What did you just give me?"
"Something to calm you down." The doctor stated with an evil grin. "Now, you're going to the room. I wouldn't suggest you make this any harder than you already have. Let's go." He grabbed Dean by the arm and started leading him out of the room.
Dean had taken a couple steps and noticed his head started feeling funny. Not really light headed or dizzy, more of just a foggy sensation. He was losing his ability to control his mind, or at least the part of it that controlled his body. The more he walked, the more he tripped and stumbled. The doctor kept a tight grip on Dean's arm, holding him up.
They stopped and the doctor opened a door. Behind the door was a set of steps, looked like about six steps from what Dean could see through the blurriness. He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to will his muscles to keep him standing. Then he felt the doctor's hand on his back, giving him a hard push.
Dean couldn't even control his body enough to attempt to protect himself as he tumbled down the stairs. He landed on the ground with a thud and a slight groan of pain. He didn't seem to be able to get the sounds to come out of the throat. The doctor had stepped through the door, closing it behind him and locking it. He then descended down the stairs to where Dean laid.
"Looks like the medication is working."
He laughed as he grabbed Dean's hands, taking a rope that seemed to be sitting right where it was needed, he pulled Dean's hands above his head, tying them together and dragging him into the padded room. Dean found himself unable to move. The doctor moved a piece of padding out of the way, exposing a hook stuck in the wall. He attached the rope that bound Dean's hands to the hook.
"This is the way it's going to work." The doctor spoke, standing over Dean's motionless body. "You're all mine, tonight. If you're good, I'll let you go back upstairs tomorrow. Don't worry, next time, you won't feel the need to fight as much, you'll be much more accepting."
Next time? Next time? Dean ran those words through his head, in a way he was grateful, that meant he had no intention of killing Dean, not tonight anyhow. But damn it! He had a plan, and this was not the way it was supposed to go, he wasn't supposed to be injected with some type of paralytics, keeping his body from being able to preform the way it needs to.
The doctor sat on Dean's stomach, making sure his entire body weight was pressing on him. He wasn't about to make this any less miserable than he needed to. He had reached up, pulling Dean's t-shirt and hoodie over his head and down his arms, leaving it crumbled at his bound wrists. Dean couldn't help but feel the fear rising in him. He didn't like this, not one bit.
He could see the evil in the doctor's eyes. He knew what the others had suffered before their untimely deaths, he knew they had been sent to this room on more than one occasion before taking their last breaths, but he also knew how badly they were injured before coming to that.
Sam knew the plan, he knew he was going to get the doctor to bring him down here. Dr. Willow had explained to them where the room was, and that it was no longer supposed to be used. The only problem was, Dean was supposed to deal with him once they were down there. But, thankfully, they always had a backup plan. Sam was to rescue him within a certain amount of time, just in case he was unable to escape after finishing his job, or worse, wasn't able to finish his job.
"I've read your files." The doctor continued. "I've seen the notes that damn therapist wrote, I know about your daddy, and being used to keep everyone happy. I'm guessing you were good at it? Is that why your daddy kept using you? Did you make him happy? Were you a good little fuck?"
Dean was getting angry. He could feel his blood boiling, his mind was fuming, but due to the damn medicine, he wasn't able to physically react to what the doctor was saying. 'No no no, it wasn't supposed to be this way, it wasn't supposed to come to this' Dean thought to himself, desperately trying to figure out a way to make his body work, trying to figure out how to carry out his plan.
"Go to hell!" Dean was barely able to squeak out after putting in way too much effort to create those three words.
The doctor just laughed. He reached down and unbuckled Dean's pants. He grabbed a hold of his waistband, slowly pulling both his pants and boxers down his legs at the same time.
Dean could feel his body trying to get sick. He could feel the bile rising in his throat, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn't even find the muscle control to swallow it back down. The sour liquid, sitting in his mouth, only made him want to vomit more. He noticed, due to lack of any muscle control, the liquid poured out the side of his mouth like drool.
"How many times has that sweet ass been had?"
The doctor was unstoppable. He was determined to break Dean's mind. Determined to make him go crazy. Dean was not going to allow that to happen. The doctor may have been trying to get inside his head, but Dean was working overtime keeping him out of there.
He was trying too hard to figure out how to carry out his plan, how to stop the monster that now had him reliving his worst nightmare. He was tied, with damn ropes, again, with the threat of being raped, or at the very least sexually assaulted, not that one was worse than the other in Dean's mind.
He noticed, the longer the doctor talked, the more feeling came back into his body. He remained still, not letting the doctor know he was regaining some muscle control, or at least he thought he was, since feeling was tingling back into his body. He could think a little clearer now too, and was more aware of his immediate surroundings.
"Get the hell off me!" Dean croaked out, still not completely in control of his vocal cords or the muscles that controlled it.
"Oh, but, we've just begun. By the way. Your voice is the first thing to come back." The doctor smiled. "But, you can yell all you want, no one can hear you down here, and those silly cameras, they don't work anymore, so it's just you and me. And by the time your muscle control returns, you're gonna wish it hadn't. Not that you're going to be able to use them anyhow, not after I'm done with you. But don't worry, like I said, next time will be better."
"You son of a bitch!"
"Now, now… with that attitude, I say we go ahead and get started." The doctor opened the door, pulling in a medal table full of different items.
"What the hell?"
"Oh, don't worry, you'll find out what all of these are soon enough."
The doctor picked up a long bar that had straps on both ends. "This," he said as he made his way to Dean's feet, attaching the first foot in the strap. "Is to keep you from kicking away, or trying to kick me. It'll also keep your legs separated, and the farther I want them apart, the longer I can pull the bar."
He then attached his second foot to the other strap, demonstrating what he was saying, as he pulled the bar longer, causing Dean's legs to pull apart, pulling at the muscles and tendons in his groan and hips, pulling everything in his thighs as tight as they would go. Dean couldn't help but cry out in pain once he had lengthened the bar so far.
With a chuckle the doctor stopped. "Looks like that's far enough, for now."
'Damn it!' Dean thought to himself. He wasn't expecting this. He wasn't expecting to be tortured, not like this. It was already reminding him of his time in hell. He didn't think he had ever wanted Sam as bad as he did right now.
Just the one act was enough to cause panic to rise to the surface. He didn't want to do this anymore. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to find out what else the doctor had planned. Where the hell was Sam? He was sure his window of opportunity had closed, he was sure it had already been enough time that Sam should have come to rescue him.
"You know." The doctor began speaking again. "I really like my male patients the best, there's so many more, fun, things I can do with them. Things they've never experienced, pain they never thought imaginable."
"You'd be surprised." Dean hissed out, causing the doctor to chuckle again.
He approached Dean with a small metal rod in his hands, it looked like it had some type of balls attached to it, leaving only a smooth surface between them. He grabbed Dean's penis, holding it tight in his hand, studying it closely. Dean could feel the bile rising in his mouth again as he let it run from his lips onto the floor beside his head.
"This is only going to hurt… a lot!" The doctor chuckled as he forced the rod into the head of Dean's penis, not even bothering to add any lubricant as he drove it in.
Dean screamed out, each ball that was attached stretched him bigger and bigger. Sure, it wasn't like it was super large, probably not even as big around as a finger, but damn it if it didn't hurt like a son of a bitch!
He was sure there was no way it wasn't leaving him torn and bleeding. He didn't have the heart to even look at what he had just done. It hurt bad enough he didn't want to see it, he didn't want to see the damage or how much blood it was leaving in its path.
The doctor left it inserted inside of him once he was satisfied that it was all the way in. Dean couldn't help but continue to moan in pain and discomfort. The fear and anxiety he was feeling earlier, it just tripled. He wasn't sure if he could do this. He just wanted it to be over. He wanted to ice this son of a bitch and get as far away as he could.
He heard what sounded like chains clinking together and couldn't help but open his eyes back up to see what torture item was next. He couldn't do much more than grit his teeth, close his eyes as tight as he could, and release the screams of pain.
The doctor had taken his next device and placed it around Dean's testicles, tightening the vices until Dean felt like it was going to make them explode. They also had spikes lining the inside of the vices, that dug into his tender skin a little further each time the doctor tightened them.
'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god' was all Dean could get to go through his brain, it was stuck on repeat. He never imagined this kind of torture. His mind became cloudy as the doctor took a whip and started swinging it with more force than Dean realized he possessed, striking him between his legs and on the inside of his thighs.
After he was satisfied that he had injured that area enough with the whip, he moved it across other parts of his body, leaving Dean unable to even scream. Now, not only was he unable to move, unable to fight or defend himself, but he was unable to express the pain he was in too.
His breathes were coming in short pants, unable to even take a deep breath, unable to fully fill his lungs. He felt like he was suffocating. His lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen filling them. His throat felt raw and dry from screaming.
Weakness, that's all he could feel was an overwhelming weakness. Despite the pain he was in, his body just wanted to close its eyes and fall into the darkness of sleep. At some point, that Dean was unaware of until it was finished, he had placed what Dean considered claws, on each of his nipples, they weren't exactly clamps since they dug through his skin, leaving each side of the claws sticking out of the opposite side where they started.
"We aren't finished yet!" The doctor informed him, giving him a hard slap across the face, forcing him to stay awake. "We haven't even gotten to the good part yet."
Dean wasn't sure how long he had been there, he wasn't sure where Sam was, why he hadn't saved him yet, he wasn't even sure what was happening, not until he felt the pain from the torture, he was no longer aware of exactly what was causing the pain, or where, he only knew it hurt, and it hurt a lot more than he thought he was able to handle.
He hadn't realized, until he pulled against the ropes tying his hands, that he had regained control of his body. It wasn't going to be easy, that much he knew, but he had to clear his head, no matter what was being done to his body, he needed to remember his plan, he needed to finish this.
The doctor pulled the bar on his feet further apart, causing Dean to scream out in pain again, he felt like his hips were being separated from his body, like his legs were being torn off. The doctor then grabbed the bar, using it to lift Dean's legs into the air, bending them at his knees, resting his knees against his chest.
"No, please." Dean pleaded, he knew what was coming next. He knew he couldn't stop it, but he had to at least say something, he had to try, even if he knew it was hopeless. The doctor unbuckled his own pants, allowing himself to fall freely. Dean noticed he was already hard. This torture had turned him on, and now he was ready to finish it.
Before the doctor started his final act, he placed a large dildo inside of Dean, again, he decided any type of lubricant wasn't needed. It was almost more than Dean could handle, again, causing him to hoarsely scream out in pain.
"Get used to it princess." The doctor laughed. "It's just going to get worse once I join it inside your body, feeling it rub against my own dick."
Dean was sure his stomach was going to empty any remaining contents, he knew the doctor was screwed up in the head, but now, he was right down sickening. Still, Dean had to ignore him. He had a job to finish.
The doctor forced himself inside of Dean, causing him to tear like never before, causing a pain like he had never felt, not even his dreams could make it be this bad. His body shook, he couldn't stop it. A radiating pain that felt hot, like he was on fire, radiated up his spine, and filled his entire body.
His screams only stopped because his throat was so sore and dry. His mind was spinning, making it hard to think, making it hard to even know what was happening. Pain, that's all he could think about was pain. That's the only thing his brain could register.
He allowed his subconscious instincts to take over. He knew he had to finish what he started, but couldn't get his brain to function any longer, so he let his hunter's instinct lead the way. Before he had realized it, he was able to work the knife out of the hidden compartment in his hoodie.
He was thankful from the beginning that his hoodie was crumbled up over his hands, making it easier for him to have access to the weapon he had hidden. He worked the knife through the loop in the ropes, releasing his hands from the wall. They were still tied together, but that didn't matter, not as long as he was able to get his arms to move.
In one quick movement, he cut his hands free, pulling his arms over his head, the knife in hand and ready for action, and dropped his arms over the doctor's back, stabbing the knife deep into his spine. He was too involved in enjoying the pain he was causing to even notice Dean had freed himself.
Again, Dean pulled his arms up, following with another stab to his back, he continued this motion until he no longer felt movement coming from the doctor, he no longer felt any signs of life. He wasn't sure how many times he had stabbed him, didn't matter, he would have kept stabbing him if it wasn't for the fact his arms had gotten so tired and his body was giving out on him. He collapsed his arms down, stabbing the knife into the doctor's back one last time and leaving his hands wrapped around it, just incase it was needed again.
Nothing changed, the pain was still there. He couldn't make it stop, he couldn't make it go away. He was too exhausted, too weak to even try. He couldn't even manage to push he dead weight of the doctor off him. He closed his eyes, trying to block out as much pain as he could. Until, the pain over took his will to fight and he drifted into much accepted unconsciousness.
He wasn't sure when or how, but he felt a familiar hand shaking his shoulder, followed by the voice he could recognize anywhere, calling his name. He fought to crack his eyes opened and was never so thankful to see his brother kneeling beside him, his body bent over Dean's, waking him from his unconsciousness. He heard another familiar voice. Dr. Willow, she was on her phone, talking to someone.
"Dean, I'm so sorry, oh my god, I'm sorry." Sam started, a bit of panic in his voice.
"Sss…ssammy." Dean was barely able to make out his brother's name.
"It's okay man, just hang in there okay? It's going to be okay. We've got help on the way."
"Wwhat tttoook you sso longgg?" Dean mumbled out between gasps of air.
"I couldn't get into the door, it was locked, I had to call Dr. Willow to come help me. Then it took us a little while to figure out he had brought you to the room that is no longer used. But, we're here now, so just hang in there, okay?"
"Hurts."
"Yeah, yeah, I know it does. We don't wanna move you though, okay?"
Dean shook his head, trying to disagree with Sam. "Ttttake 'ttt outtt." Dean pleaded as he felt his body begin to lose it's fight against the darkness.
"Dean, Willow thinks it's best if we don't, we don't know what kind of bleeding, or internal injuries is being held back. I know it hurts, but it'll all be over soon, I promise."
Dean had noticed, at least they removed the body that had collapsed on top of him, but it didn't make the pain go away. "Hhhhurts, m'k it stop." Dean mumbled out, pleading with his brother to just make the pain go away, to at least ease it.
Sam, desperate to make his brother as comfortable as he could, looked up at Dr. Willow with pleading eyes.
"Okay." She said. "Carefully, we can help make him a little more comfortable. Start by removing those things." She pointed to the claw clamps on Dean's nipples.
Dean hissed in pain as Sam removed them, tearing the rips in his skin a little more, they were designed that way. It almost made Sam sick to think about it. The only purpose they served was for pure torture, and when you thought the torture was over, it just added more when they were removed. He shuttered to think of what was in store for Dean once they started removing other objects.
Dr. Willow had her phone out, she was taking pictures of the objects before Sam removed them, she knew they would be needed for evidence, to help Dean's self defense claim, all though she knew it wouldn't matter, judging by his injuries, even without the pictures, it would be easy to see that's what it was.
"Dean, this is probably gonna hurt like a bitch." Sam said as he placed one hand around Dean's penis, the other gripping the rod that was inserted inside. "You ready?"
Dean nodded, bracing himself for the pain, but, Sam had no idea about the balls that were attached to it, or the unbearable pain it would cause coming out. Sure, Sam figured there was going to be something to cause him more pain, but he wasn't prepared for this.
Dean grasped his brother's wrists, a weak attempt to get him to stop, but Sam knew he had to finish what he had started. His heart sunk when he realized the balls were smooth going in, but jagged coming out. They were tearing at his insides as he pulled each one further out of his brother.
Dean found himself teetering on the edge of darkness, he couldn't catch his breath enough to be able to scream out in pain. He felt like he had lost control of his body again, as his hands fell limp from his brother's wrists. One last fast pull and the rod was out of Dean, leaving behind a steady stream of blood and pieces of his insides shredded against the jagged edges of the object he had just removed.
They had shortened the bar between his legs, taking the majority of the pressure off his hips and groin area, but Willow insisted they leave it in place. She had stated that the way his brother's legs looked, there was probably damage to his pelvic area and they needed to be careful not to injure him more, she said something about stuff being torn or pulled. Sam really was only half listening. He was too busy trying to keep his brother awake, or at least conscious, even if he wasn't fully alert.
Sam didn't think he would ever feel such a relief as he did the moment the medics showed up. The gasps from them, told Sam his instincts were right, that his brother was in serious trouble. It didn't take them long to have him loaded on their stretcher and headed for the ambulance.
Sam was hot on their tail before he was stopped by a police officer. He was told what he already knew, his brother was going to need to be examined, and probably have some type of surgical procedure, then be settled into whatever room he would be staying in, before Sam would be able to see him. So, the officer suggested he take this time to answer their questions. Sam agreed, knowing it would help calm him down, and he was in no shape to drive anyhow. If he let his emotions get the best of him, and wrecked Dean's baby, on top of everything else, Dean would be more than just a little pissed.
With a loud sigh, Sam slumped against a wall, allowing his body to slide down until he was seated on the floor, his knees pulled to his chest. He had leaned his head back so it was resting on the wall behind him. He answered their questions the best he could.
Dr. Willow was right by his side, trying to give him comfort and told them she needed to be there for his therapy needs. Honestly, she was scared, and she knew that no matter what, Sam would protect her, keep her safe from the unknown. She also found a comfort in him. She needed him, at this moment, more than he needed her, but she couldn't tell the officers that.
She had told the officers that she left something in her office and when she came back to get it, Sam had told her he thought someone was in danger, that he saw them go into the basement, so she unlocked the door and went with him to investigate. She was clearly shaken. She never expected to see what they found. It left her wondering if her sister went through similar torture before her death. And her heart sunk with regret.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, of officers said they were done with the questions for now, that they would be in touch later, and would come to the hospital to speak with Dean, once he was awake and stable. Sam agreed, thanking them and quickly made his way out of the building, Willow sticking close to his side, they both slid in the impala and made their way to the hospital.