Institute Revisited with Extreme Prejudice

Sequel to The Institute if you haven't read that one first, it might be better if you do and catch up before hand.

Disclaimer: I only like playing with the boys, and owe the wonderful Mister Kripke a huge thanks for creating the best show on TV.

Author's Note: Yep more whumpage, lots of booboos and sigh hurt Sam and Dean... as they find a way to reverse the damage caused by the Institute.

CHAPTER TEN

Dean sat up startled when he heard the cell door hiss open, slowly he hauled himself to his feet and stood at attention, 'yes Sir?'

'Dean it's okay it's just me.' Grace whispered softly before she stepped in front of Dean with her back to the camera. 'Stand down subject I want to look at subject twenty-two.'

'Yes ma'am.' Dean nodded but scarcely moved a half pace out of the way he still did not trust Grace, especially around his brother.

'Sam?' Grace whispered as she gently stroked his face, 'Sam can you hear me?'

'Mmph ... De?'

'I'm here Sam,' Dean said he moved slightly to allow Sam to see him at Grace's shoulder.

'Sam can you look at me please?' Grace cupped his face in her hand and made him make eye contact, 'I'm going to give you a healing, I won't be able to completely heal you but enough to get you out of here.'

'What's going on?' Dean demanded, his voice pitched low enough for only Grace to hear.

'Bobby's on his way but Sam's not strong enough to get out of here; I can heal him enough to get him moving otherwise ...'

'Please Grace make it stop.' Sam gripped her hand tightly as another wave of pain coursed through his battered body.

Grace took a deep breath and closed her eyes to calm herself down, and then she pressed her hands on either side of Sam's face, engulfing him in a warm golden light, gradually she moved her hands down his body, the strain and effort clear on her pretty face. Sweat glistened on her pale skin as pain lines etched across her face and her breathing started to hitch.

'Damn it Grace break the link.' Dean hissed as he watched her crumble in front of him, he glanced down at Sam who laid so still in the light as though he was already gone. 'Grace!' Dean grabbed Grace by the shoulders and forcibly pulled her away from Sam, at the breaking of the link the light disappeared and both Grace and Sam lost consciousness.

Tenderly Dean laid Grace down on the floor and checked her pulse before he moved back to his brother. Tentatively he reached down and pressed his fingertips against Sam's throat, only when he felt the strong thrumming of a pulse did he release his breath and start to calm down.

'Dean how is he?' Grace asked as she sat up groggily shaking her head, 'wow that was bad.'

'You doin' okay?' Dean spared her a glance and then resumed checking his brother's injuries. 'Looks like a lot of the infection has gone, the welts have closed up and he certainly doesn't feel as hot as before.'

'That's good, I couldn't do a complete healing but it should keep him alive until we can get him out of here.'

'Why Grace?'

'It's my fault that you and Sam are back here, I'm just trying to make things right again,' Grace said simply, 'I am truly sorry for everything I did to the both of you while I was under the influence of the serum.'

'Just help get us outta here and we'll call it even.' Dean said as he stood up and started to pace, 'what's going on Grace? I mean we should have been busted by now.'

'I know, perhaps Sandy and the others are already here.' Grace said hesitantly her eyes downcast she turned to check Sam.

'What is it Grace?' Dean asked his eyes narrowing suspiciously as he wondered if he had misplaced his trust yet again.

'I'm sorry Dean, it's just well, I know that he has done some no not some, a lot of horrific things but he's still my dad ya know.' Grace said without looking up, 'there's something more, it's not like ... when dad first started the institute he wanted to use the psychics to help them focus their talents but then he changed he wanted soldiers, those who would use their abilities to fight mindlessly. Then he went into the experimenting on them, those horrible interrogations he performed, the tortures. He, he started to claim that the psychics were evil, a lesser being and should be used but treated like subjects.' Grace took a breath and risked a glance up at Dean the look in his eyes made her shiver and suddenly feel very cold.

'Go on.'

'When, when he took Sam he thought he had found the ultimate subject ... a trained hunter and a psychic as well. The more Sam fought him the more he wanted to own him.' Grace's voice cracked as she spoke and she could feel the hot tears burning her eyes, 'my father controlled me with the serum, he had me convinced that we should dupe Sam to break his resistance that way. When I was on the serum it was like I was invincible and that dad was as close to a god as you could get.'

'Now?'

'Now? Now I know that he is a deluded pathetic maniac but he has also done a deal.'

'A what?'

'He did a deal, that's why he's still alive, now he's more a puppet than a leader.'

'He made a deal with?'

'The devil himself, or so he claimed to be, he wanted the subjects trained ready to fight on the demonic side, he wanted Sam to lead them.'

'Fuck.' Dean grated out, 'now it's all starting to fall into place.'

'The demon has a creature who is with my father constantly; we barely have time alone with him anymore.' Grace stood and went to stand in front of Dean, 'even though he's in that chair and can't escape they keep him very much on a short leash.'

'So why aren't they here busting you?' Dean snapped his anger got the better of him and he stared up at the camera, 'where are you?'

'Dean please listen ... there's no noise at all.' Grace turned around her eyes widening with fear, 'it's too quiet.'

Dean stopped his tirade at the camera and turned back to Grace, a frown formed on his face as he cocked his head and listened intently, 'damn you're right, Sammy, hey Sammy we gotta move dude.' He rushed over to his brother and shook him gently, 'come on man there's no time for sleepy time.'

'D-Dean?' Sam blinked and tried to focus on his brother's face, 'what's wrong?'

'We gotta get outta here dude, wakey, wakey.'

'Kay, I ah Grace?' Confused Sam stared at the young woman and then back at Dean, 'what did I miss?'

'Dang Sammy you got some timing, but right now we gotta get going.' Dean grinned at his brother, 'how you feeling?'

'Ah okay I guess.'

'Honestly?'

'Honestly I'm not sure about a lot, I'm still aching but for now I'm okay.'

'Cool then let's get going.' Dean helped Sam to stand wincing at his own injuries but he swallowed hard and clamped the pain down, no time for that now.

'I can do a healing on you too Dean.' Grace offered.

'Thanks but maybe later, got no time now.' Dean managed a tight smile, 'okay Grace you're point, Sammy and then me ... we get to the others and get the fuck out of here.'

'What about dad?'

'We'll regroup and then workout what to do, but Grace, if you dad did make a deal he's already dead he just doesn't know it yet.'

'Wait, Sloane made a deal?' Sam blinked at Grace, 'what's going on?'

'Later Sammy, come on let's get those boat sized feet of yours moving.' Dean motioned to the door, 'ready Grace?'

'More than ever before.' Grace nodded and slipped out of the cell, they moved stealthily down the hallway and kept as close the walls as possible. Sam stumbled a few times but managed to stay upright and alert as he followed Grace, the feeling of safety stayed with him when he glanced back and saw his brother right behind.

As they passed the last doorway, Sam froze.

'Sammy? Dude what's wrong?' Dean asked when his brother didn't move to follow Grace, 'Sammy?'

'That's where they ... did those things to me.' Sam answered in a monotone, emotionless voice, 'that's where they placed those things on my ...' his large hand reached up and he unconsciously felt for the electrodes. 'That's where they cut my hair.'

'Ah Sammy I am so sorry...' Dean started but stopped shocked into silence when Sam let out a roar of unadulterated fury, the doors and walls started to shake as glass blew out of the windows and mirrors, and then the door exploded into fragments and the room imploded. 'Way to go Sammy.' Dean slapped Sam's shoulder lightly, 'come on man we gotta go.'

Shaking his head Sam nodded and limped slightly as he continued to follow Grace's lead, Dean glanced back at the destroyed room, his brother's back and then shook his head but as he went to move on he stopped and stared around thoughtfully. That explosion should have brought the troops running, 'Sam, Grace we gotta get outta here now!'

'Dean?'

'It's a trap.' Dean yelled, 'move!'

S—D

Bobby and Sandy moved across the deserted carpark easily, perhaps a little too easily for Bobby's liking. They took out the guards on the side door, the only sign of life apparent, they moved in watching warily for signs of attack.

Sandy moved confidently through the hallways, ignoring the cameras as she went, Bobby strode with the confidence of an FBI agent, adding a slight swagger with each step but so far they had gotten through without hindrance.

'This way.' Sandy pointed down the last turn, 'the main office is through those doors.'

'Is it normally this quiet?' Bobby hissed his own senses tingling, he may not be psychic but he had a very strong intuition and that was screaming at him.

'No it's not.' Sandy stopped and turned to look at Bobby, a look of clear fear in her eyes, 'we should have been approached way before now.'

'Slow and steady, just get me to the control room.' Bobby pulled his gun from the holster and slipped the safety off, 'just in case.'

Sandy led him to the main office area, smiled prettily at the receptionist who buzzed her through to the next level. 'This is it.' She whispered, 'oh and Bobby that was way to easy I should have been stopped and checked first, even me and Grace, we don't get clear access anymore.'

'Damn it all.' Bobby looked around and nodded his head, 'we do this, but we do it smart. Stay to the plan.'

'Okay, through here.' Sandy pushed the door open and led the way into the control room, 'Russell this is Agent Sayer from the FBI.' She said when she tapped the man's shoulder as he worked on the camera console. 'He's here to make sure that we're not doing anything we shouldn't be.'

'Ah okay Miss Sloane, oh your father was looking for you earlier.' Russell said without another glance at Bobby.

'Can you go see if you can find him for me please?' Sandy smiled and squeezed his shoulder slightly, 'I can show the agent around.'

'Huh? Oh yeah sure Miss Sloane anything for you.' Russell grinned and jumped up a little too eagerly knocking his chair over.

'Thanks Russ.' Sandy gave him a soft peck on the cheek and had to stop herself from laughing as he turned red and ran out the door.

'Smooth Sandy very smooth.' Bobby chuckled as he set about searching for the boys on the camera system. 'There they are.'

'Okay so now what?' Sandy said as she watched her sister healing Sam. 'That is so amazing.'

'Yeah it is aint it.' Bobby agreed, 'okay nuff of that show me the way they'll be coming in.'

'Huh, oh yeah they'll come down these corridors until the main reception, then there's a concealed tunnel from there to dad's office, the only thing is that they will be hidden from the cameras.'

'Fine, okay do whatcha have to, to disable the cameras I'm gonna lock em outta here.' Bobby said as he fidgeted with his tie, 'dang fool get ups.'

A few minutes later Sandy finished disabling the camera system and alarms and then she led Bobby through to her father's office. 'Bobby there should be a lot more people, there's no one, where are all of the guards?'

'I was thinking the same thing meself.' Bobby scratched at his beard and then winked at Sandy, 'well girly I guess we do what we always do, we wing it.'

TBC