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PLEASE READ FIRST!! This chapter contains torture. It's dark and kinda graphic, so not for the squeamish.
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"One more thing, Dean."
Dean turned towards Dr. Anderson with a fiery stare. He was already changed and was about to go into Sam's cell. "What?"
"You are not to remove the jacket or the gag. If you do, he shall be punished."
Dean nodded, hating the situation he was in. The guards laughed as they opened the door and threw Dean onto the floor of the cell. He landed with a grunt and he heard the door close and locked behind him. Dean looked up and his heart broke.
Sam lay trembling on his side. His eyes were glassy and unfocused. He was struggling minutely and weakly against the jacket and grunting softly against the gag. Dean almost vomited at the small spots of blood on Sam's hospital pants. Dean crawled to his broken brother and rested a hand on Sam's head and another on his chest. Sam flinched at the contact and started to mew in protest. "Shh… It's okay, Sammy. I'm here." Dean brushed the bangs out of Sam's eyes, running his fingers soothingly down Sam's face. "I gotta check and see what those bastards did to ya, okay?" Dean asked, though he was sure that Sam didn't even hear him, let alone recognize him.
Keeping a hand on Sam's forehead, Dean gingerly pulled Sam's hospital pants down. Sam whimpered at the extra movement. Dean cringed at the noise and finished pulling them down. His eyes widened in horror and he cursed at the sight.
Sam's inner thighs and buttocks were purple from bruising. Angry red lines marked where the torturers had obviously laid a switch down on his brother. There were small, weeping cuts where the switch had broken skin. Tears burned Dean's eyes as he saw the same marks in Sam's groin area and on his penis.
"Fcking sadistic bastards!" Dean's hand hovered over the tortured areas and he could feel the heat radiate off them. When Sam whimpered at the closeness, Dean quickly withdrew his hand. "Sorry, Sammy." Dean checked to make sure none of the cuts needed stitches. Satisfied that none of them did, Dean angrily wiped his tears away as he pulled Sam's pants back up gently, hoping to give his brother some dignity. The sound of the switch and Sam's cries echoed unmercifully in his head with a visual to accompany them now.
"Oh god, Sammy…" Dean lifted Sam's head onto his knee, ignoring Sam's crying protests to the movement and the contact. Sam twisted under the touch, trying desperately to get away from the potential abuser.
"Shh… It's okay Sammy! It's me… it's just me…"
The small window on the door opened. A hand came through holding a water bottle. "Kid's probably dehydrated. You can take the gag off while you're giving it to him."
Dean reluctantly put his brother back on the floor; he got up and retrieved the bottle. "Ten minutes." The man slammed the window shut.
Dean quickly bent down and removed the gag from his brother's mouth. "No…" Sam whimpered. "No, no, no, no…"
"Shh…" Dean soothed. He put a hand behind Sam's head and carefully lifted it. "C'mon, Sam. Drink." Dean put the bottle to Sam's lips and Sam started to drink greedily from it. "Whoa, whoa, slowly, man; you don't wanna choke now!" Dean laughed hollowly.
Sam's eyes started to focus on Dean's face as he drank. After most the water was gone, a few tears escaped Sam's eyes as he croaked out, "D-De…"
"Hey!" Dean said softly. "How ya doing, buddy?" he asked trying to sound cheerful.
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Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The sound echoed in my head, taunting and torturing me.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
I felt the cane hit me again and again and again leaving no room for mercy.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The men laughed and jeered as they manhandled and molested me.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
One would grab my thigh,
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Or a buttock,
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Or my groin,
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
While the other hit me repeatedly.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
I felt myself shudder as they paused in their torture and would lick up the leaking blood. And then they continued.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Suddenly they stopped, pulled my pants back up, and left. I scooted myself back away from the door, still struggling weakly at my bonds. I heard the door open again and I mentally steeled myself for the next round of abuse. Someone touched my head and chest and I tried to get away, not wanting myself to be degraded any further, but knowing there was little I could do about it.
The person slowly pulled my pants down again and I whimpered a little in protest. I waited for the blows that never happened. I felt a hand draw nearer towards me and was surprised when the hand retreated on hearing my wordless plea.
My pants were pulled back up and the person grabbed my upper body. Thinking that they wanted a different form of torture I tried to squirm away. Instead they held me to their chest tightly. My confusion increased at the amount of affection in the action.
The person then set me back down on the floor and for a few seconds I relaxed. I stilled as the person came back and pulled the gag from my mouth. The relief from the release of strain on my mouth was muted by my increasing fear of a new torture. "No… no, no, no, no…" I begged. The person put a hand behind my head and I braced for the worst. I was caught by surprise when my lips hit the cool wetness of a bottle of water. I drank it thirstily, thankful for the gift.
Wait, I thought. I frowned a little at the gentle treatment of the hands and the soft soothing voice that I had started to hear. I know that voice…
I started to break free of my fear-induced hysteria and I focused on the face above me. "D-De…"
"Hey!" Dean said softly. "How ya doing, buddy?" he asked trying to sound cheerful.
I cried in relief. I'm not alone, I'm not alone, I'm not alone! "H-here…?"
"Yeah, Sammy. I'm here."
I twisted a little in the jacket looking up at my brother with pleading eyes. "Sc-scared…"
"I know, Sammy…" Dean stroked my hair and I leaned my head into the touch. "But I can't take you out of the jacket. I'm sorry…" he said off my look of horror. "But they'll hurt you if I take you out and I will not be responsible for causing you more pain," he said with infliction.
At the word 'pain,' the recent beating I took made itself known, making me squirm. "A-am I… okay?"
Dean sighed. "As far as I can tell," he said sadly. I could tell he felt guilty about what happened but I didn't know why. There was no way he could have prevented it.
Dean and I both jumped at the banging against the door. "Times up," a brutish voice said. "Gimme the bottle and put the gag back on."
I paled. No… I just got it out! I wanna talk to my brother!
"Is that necessary?" Dean asked hesitantly. "I mean, It's not going to make any extra noise or…"
"Do as we say, Winchester, or punishment will be dealt!"
I expected Dean to keep arguing. After all, he never really cared about his own wellbeing over my own. But instead, Dean solemnly handed the guard the empty bottle and slowly grabbed the gag. I shook my head in denial. "No…" I whispered.
I saw tears shine in Dean's eyes. "I'm so sorry, Sammy…" Dean bent over me and gently placed the gag in my mouth. I offered no resistance. I was too terrified to. Somehow, the prospect of having the gag put back in place left me paralyzed in terror. When Dean fastened the gag behind my head, I whimpered a little, my terror taking hold. A few tears fell down Dean's face and he repeated his mantra. "Sorry…" he whispered. "God I'm so sorry…"
Once again I felt rendered completely helpless and vulnerable. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying desperately, once again to float away. But then, Dean lay down behind me and wrapped his arm around me. He held me close to his chest, his warmth and presence chasing away the feeling of vulnerability leaving me with the feeling of being protected.
I let out a sigh. I was safe. Dean was here.
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