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Okay, I'm starting to find this fic very difficult to write, so any feedback would be FANTASTIC!
Okay... Just setting the record straight here. If you don't believe me, that's your problem. I first read Commodities about a week or so ago when the author of that story kept bitching to me how I stole her story. First off, ew. I hate wincest and the slavery part in the story is just... My sexual torture doesn't really go that far in ANY of my fics. And second, I really never stole any of Circe's ideas. As I said before, this is me redoing a slave fic because I thought Definition of a Human could have been better.
Now, without further ado...
Enjoy chapter ten!
Sam sat on the bed, his legs drawn up close and his head pillowed in his knees. He listened hard for any noises; the cars going by, the creaks of the floorboards… there were so many sounds in the world Sam wasn't even aware of until he lost them. All he heard now was his own heavy breathing.
His sight wasn't any better off. The last thing he saw was a hot poker advancing all too fast towards his eye. The rest of the action had been obscured by the sudden, automatic tears that had formed.
Sam moved his head side to side, as if trying to see around him. But there was nothing. He felt like he was moving in a dark fog. Nothing to anchor him except the objects he felt.
He didn't try too hard to see or hear anything; any effort to do so always ended in a large headache.
The bed suddenly dipped and Sam launched himself back against the headboard. He tried to tell whatever it was to stay away. He wished he could at least hear his own voice to make sure he was talking properly.
A hand rest on his shoulder and Sam flinched away. Now he just tried to stay still. They never hurt him as badly if he didn't struggle.
But the hand didn't hurt him. Arms were slowly wrapped around his trembling body, and Sam finally relaxed when he smelled the familiar smokey leather. Sam tried to say 'Butch' to let him know that he realized who it was, but, again, he had no idea whether Butch heard him or not. So he was satisfied with just resting in his brother's arms, his body and mind completely relaxing. If only momentarily.
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Caleb drove towards Singer Salvage with the research Bobby requested. He was still completely in the dark about why Bobby wanted with stuff.
As far as Caleb could ascertain, the Handerson's are pretty normal. They're rich, no doubt. Probably snooty, self-absorbed, and completely oblivious to everything around them, but there was nothing to suggest anything unusual. They did, however, have connections in high places, so it's possible some things could be covered up.
And then there was Bobby's request for cures for blindness and deafness… Why on earth would Bobby want that? Since the old man didn't give him any details, Caleb researched everything natural, supernatural, and just plain strange about blindness and deafness. Caleb didn't really know what to think about all of it. He assumed Bobby had a pretty damn good reason for asking.
He pulled up to Singer Salvage and was surprised to see the familiar '67 Chevy Impala. What surprised Caleb even more was how dirty it looked. It was so unlike Dean to just leave the Impala so unattended.
Caleb gathered up the research and got out of his car. The door to the house opened and Bobby came out. "'Bout time ya got here, ya idjit..."
Caleb frowned at Bobby's tone of voice. "Singer, what the hell is going on?"
Bobby took a bit out of Caleb's over flowing arms. "Jus' come inside and I'll explain."
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Caleb looked up the stairs towards the room he knew Sam and Dean were in. "Jesus Christ..."
Bobby scoffed. "Kinda unbelievable, ain't it?"
Caleb looked at Bobby disbelievingly. "A gun factory!? Run by a family, protected by the government... " Caleb shook his head. "This is huge. Like, we-can't-do-anything-about-it huge."
Bobby shook his head. "But if they're doing what they did to Sam and Dean to hundreds of others..."
Caleb raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? I admit, it's horrible. But it's not exactly our area of expertise. Nor can we take on an entire organization!" He closed his eyes. "You realize we probably use guns made by these people."
Bobby nodded. "That thought had occurred to me."
Caleb pulled his pistol out and looked at it. "Kinda puts these things in a new perspective, doesn't it?"
"Forget it," Bobby said. "Before we do anything, we gotta help those boys."
"Agreed." Caleb pulled out his research. "This is everything I could find on causes and cures for blindness and deafness."
Bobby pulled the research towards him and started looking through it.
"You wanna go 'normal'? You need to get him to a hospital soon, before the scar tissues heals the way it is. If it's done in time, a surgery can at least make his hearing and sight better than it is. Or there are some surgery's (that are very expensive, by the way) that puts a device in your skull that makes sound waves go directly to your brain. Though I don't know how we'd arrange for something like that..."
"What if we don't wanna go 'normal'?" Bobby asked.
Caleb sighed. "Well, there are spells we can do. None of them really actually heal the scar tissue or restore hearing and sight. But some of the spells I found affect brainwaves and how the mind receives certain signals and so forth. And I found some others that produce glamors, hiding scars and such. We can use those to make Sam look mostly normal. We wouldn't want to use it to hide all they're scars. That takes the more heavy duty spells, which are more dangerous."
Bobby sighed. "I'll look through these, see what our best options are."
Caleb looked at the staircase again. "Can I see them? I haven't seen them since they were teens."
Bobby followed Caleb's gaze. "Sure. Just be extremely passive. Dean can go violent if he thinks you're a threat."
Caleb smiled. "He was like that before."
Bobby returned the smile. "True, but now he's more likely to think your a threat."
Caleb nodded. "I'll be careful."
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Dean sat on the bed with his brother, his arms wrapped around Sam's too thin body and his cheek resting on top his brother's head. Dean slowly rocked back and forth, the movement calming Sam down.
As the door creaked open, Dean's head snapped up and his entire body tensed, Sam's immediately following suit. Caleb slowly walked in, repressing any reaction to the state the brother's were in. "Hey, guys."
"Caleb?" Dean said surprised. "What're you doing here?"
"Just helping Bobby with some research..." Caleb's eyes diverted to Sam's shaking form. "I heard what happened."
Dean's eyes glazed over in response. "Bobby told you," he stated.
Caleb nodded.
Sam kept his head buried in his brother's chest. He knew someone was in the room. He could feel Dean talking to whoever it was. All Sam wanted was for whoever it was to just go away, go away and leave Sam alone with his brother. Sam pulled his head slightly out of Dean's chest to tell whoever it was to do just that.
"...found possible cures for Sam."
Dean eyes narrowed. "Do you think -- ?"
"NO!"
Sam launched himself backwards, knocking Dean onto the floor in the process. Sam's sightless eyes were wide and fearful, and staring directly at Caleb.
Caleb frowned at Sam's behavior. "Sam..." He took a step forward.
"Stay away from me!" Sam said panicked.
"Sam...!" Dean quickly got back up and grabbed Sam's arms.
Sam eyes momentarily swerved to stare in Dean's approximate location before gluing themselves to Caleb again. "Can't you see it?!" Sam yelled at Dean. "Butch, please...! Make it go away!"
Dean's hands gripped Sam's arms randomly, the lack of communication between them making Dean start to panic. "Sam..." Dean whimpered.
Caleb stepped up behind Dean. "Maybe I can..."
"Stay away!" Sam screamed as he desperately grabbed Dean's shirt and pulled him away from the older man.
Caleb frowned at Sam's reaction. "Sam, it's okay..."
Tears started to fall down Sam's face. "What's going on...?" He whimpered. "WHAT'S GOING ON!?"
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