10

A Pain in the Ass

Sam was pissed. No he was past pissed. He was pissed at himself for leaving. He was pissed at Dean for making him leave. He was pissed at Lex because he was an asshole. And he was pissed at Clark because he hadn't left yet.

"Sam we can't just barge into Lex's house demanding he give us Dean." He said. Sam scowled.

"Why the hell not?" He snarled. "My brother is in that house with Lex. From what I've heard recently about him that isn't a good thing." Clark shook his head.

"No, Sam it's not." He said.

"Then we need to get him out of there before something really bad happens. It's my fault he's in there anyways!" He bellowed.

"Look," Clark said calmly. "We need to think about what we're doing before we just run in there."

"Run in where?" Lois asked. They spun around.

"Nowhere." They said.

"Well I'm gonna take that for a somewhere," She said, walking closer to them. She looked around. "Where's Dean?" Sam looked at the ground. Clark sighed. "He's not in trouble is he?"

"Not with the law." Sam mumbled.

"Then what Biggun?" She said. She looked at Clark. "Smallville if you don't tell me what's going on right now…"

"You'll what?" Clark challenged.

"I'll tell your parents you snuck out last night." She said, planting a hand on her hip. Clark glared at her.

"We were looking around Lex's house last night," Sam said. "We had a lead that led back to his house. The alarms went off. Dean told Clark and me to leave."

"Well, you guys are detectives, why would you run?" She asked.

"We didn't exactly have a warrant." Sam admitted. Lois nodded.

"So, Lex has your brother. Should we call the police?" She asked. Clark shook his head.

"We were the ones who broke the law first. And Lex could have Dean anywhere. It's pointless."

"I still think we should go there ourselves." Sam said. Lois nodded.

"I agree with him. He's not gonna get out of there by himself. And we can't get the law on our side either. So I guess that leaves us." She said. Sam looked at Clark.

"Two to one. I win." He said. Clark sighed.

"Then we have to figure out a few things. Starting with finding Dean." He said.

"Call Chloe," Lois offered. "She's pretty good at the low jacking thing." Clark nodded.

"I'll do that. Sam, you see if Lex's cameras are up yet." Sam nodded and booted up his lap top.

"Since when did Lex's cameras shut down?" Lois asked, standing behind him.

"Since I hacked in and shut them down." He said. Lois nodded, impressed.
"Cool. Ya know you and my cousin would get along great." She said. Sam smiled lightly, but it soon faded.

"They're up again," He muttered. "Damn it!" Clark came jogging out of the house.

"Chloe's tracking Dean's cell phone as fast as she can." He said.

"The cameras are online again." Sam said. Clark shook his head.

"We can't do anything until Chloe gets back to us then." He said. Sam nodded.

"Man I hate the waiting game." Lois said. Sam turned, looking past the red barn in the direction of Lex's house.

I'm gonna find you Dean. I'm gonna save you like you've always saved me.

"How did you get in?!" Lex bellowed, punching Dean again. Dean spat the blood that had collected in his mouth onto the floor. "Answer me!" Another hit to his bruised face.

"Alright, alright," He said hoarsely. He smirked and looked at him. "Magic." Lex's knee collided with his stomach.

"I'm getting real sick of the smart ass." He said. Dean chuckled through the coughing fit he was in.

"You don't know who I am do you?" He said. Lex scowled at him.

"I don't care who you are," He growled. "Now, how did you get into my house?"

"I already told you," Dean said. "Waved a magic wand and bam. Though I was aiming for the Playboy Mansion, not the Dickhead Mansion. Simple mistake I guess."

Lex hit him several times for that. Dean was breathing hard, trying to keep himself standing, even though his knees threatened several times to cave out from underneath him. He was sweating, and wanted a drink of water so bad he could taste it.

"You know, I heard once people are at their weakest when they're angry." He heaved. Lex smiled.

"You're right," He said, grabbing a leg from a broken chair that was resting on top of a desk. "I should be pretty happy right now. I get to do that whole revenge thing," He walked closer to Dean, brandishing the leg further. "Remember when you and Genevieve had me tied to that chair? Huh? That wasn't very nice was it?" Dean snorted.

"That was Karma." The leg connected with Dean's ribs. Dean grunted and bit his lip.

"I'm asking you again. How did you get in here?" Dean shook his head. The leg struck his knees, which gave out the next second. "Last chance." Lex warned. Dean shook his head again.

The next twenty minutes hurt. There was nothing but this blinding pain, the sound of his own screams, and Lex's laughing.

"I'll get what I want from you eventually," Lex said. "I always do." Dean was huddled over his knees, holding back his cries of pain as best as he could. He coughed, sending the blood in his mouth over his lips. He heard the door close at the top of the stairs and the room went back to the semidarkness it had been earlier. His throat was dry and sore, his wrists hurt from being tugged on so much. He leaned his head back against the pole he was cuffed to.

"Damn it Sammy where are you?" As soon as the words were out there was a loud crash above his head. There was yelling, gunshots, and a lot of footsteps. Then nothing. He looked up, his vision blurry, his thoughts clouded. The door opened at the top of the stairs again.

"Oh great," He croaked. "Back to smack me around some more. Awesome." But instead of seeing Lex's face come around the corner he saw another. One that made him sigh with relief.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, rushing toward him.

"Sammy," Dean breathed, laughing lightly. "Speak of the Devil and he shall appear huh?" Sam shook his head, ignoring what his brother had just said.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Dean flashed him a fake smile.

"Yeah. I'm good." Sam shook his head again.

"You're a bad liar," He said. He moved behind Dean, looking at the handcuffs and groaning. "I need to start carrying paperclips."

"Sam?" Clark yelled. "Is he alright?"

"Not sure yet!" Sam called back. "Can you come here and help me with this?" Dean saw a red and blue blur flash in front of his eyes before Clark came into focus. He cast Dean a worried glance before moving behind him and breaking the cuffs. Dean pulled his stiff arms from around the pole and rubbed his wrists.

"Thanks Clark." He whispered. Sam and Clark had identical expressions. Sam held out his hand and Dean took it, using Sam's strength and the pole to get himself standing.

"How the hell did you guys get in here?" He asked.

"Same thing we did the first time." Sam said.

"Only Lex was awake this time." Clark said. Dean nodded slowly.

"So, I'm all for getting the hell out of here aren't you?" He asked. Sam smiled.

"Yeah."

Dean refused to accept help getting up the stairs or while they were leaving. He walked through the mansion and toward the front door, glancing around at all of the fallen security guards.

"Nice Clark." He said. He pushed the door to the study open, the very heavy door, or so it seemed to him, and scowled at Lex's unconscious form. He kicked him hard in the ribs as he passed.

"Don't mess with a Winchester bitch."

--Whew!--