ok this is chapter 11 for you guys. I hope you enjoy it!!! plz read and review!!!!!

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Sam looked up at the creature as he felt the dark, cold feeling settling on him. Locking eyes, Sam felt like he was lost in a deep pit of despair. There was no way out of this. Who the hell can come and save them? Dean is currently tied up, being forced to watch the shit that's going to go down, he himself is like a dangling piece of meat waiting to be beaten to a pulp. There was no one else. Everyone else they knew and trust is dead, rotting in the ground, maggots feasting upon heir remains.

The only person left was Bobby, and he had no fucking clue what the hell was going on. They were all alone.

Dean felt his heart crack. "No, no, no, I can't do jack shit. Sam, Sam I'm sorry. I- I can't. I- I....no. No. NO!"

"NO!!!!" Dean yelled, as he pulled against the restraints. "Please, no, please, take me, take me instead, I- don't- please, please," he whispered brokenly.

Sam slowly looked at his older brother. He couldn't really believe what he was hearing. Dean? Begging? No, he couldn't, Dean doesn't beg, he doesn't say please, he doesn't even ask. If Dean was begging now, things must be really bad. He must've realized that there was no way out. And now he's down to his last resort...begging...

The creature turned to Dean. Staring him down, a small smile played across it's lips. " Hmph, you know, I kinda like the sound of begging. It's like....music to my ears. But you see, to answer to your question, hahaha.....nope. You just don't have the juice that I want. But Sammy here does. But I have a feeling that you just won't accept that. You see, I think your just going to whine and beg, and after a while, that does become annoying. So I'm going to show you what I'm going to do."

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The creature moved out of the way, just out of sight for the two brothers. Hearing the shuffling alerted the boys that it was looking for something. As it chuckled, the shuffling moved towards them.

The creature swiftly moved behind Dean, and then suddenly something was placed around Dean mouth.

Taken by surprise, Dean yelped. By the texture of it, he could tell it was some kind of cloth. A real fucking nasty one. It was damp, mouldy and smelled like it smelled like it was taking off a rotting corpse. "Fuck. He fucking gagged me. That sonofvabitch!"

Looking up, Sam felt angry. The creature was standing directly behind Dean looking derictly at him, smiling. The fucking creature gagged him. It gagged his older brother. He can't anything from now on.

"Ahh that is much better. Now we won't have anymore interruptions." the creature said, as it started to make its way back to Sam. "Alright, now where were we? Ah yes. It really is about time we got the show on the road, as you say it correct?"

Sam kept is fever glazed eyes on the thing. Fear was slowly wheezing its way up his throat, slowly consuming him. Then he slowly looked towards Dean, noticing that Dean's eyes were on him.

His eyes held something that's not normally there. Pain? Sorrow? They looked at each other, communicating with their eyes. But he was suddenly forced to look away as he was viciously hit across the face, forcing him to snap his attention back to the fucking creature.

Looking at the creature, Sam felt something trickling down his cheek. Blood. Damn, on the first punch it drew blood? Fuck he was screwed.

Fighting against the gag, Dean was muffling some very interesting choice of words. No one can fuck with his brother and get away with it.

"Did you like that? That was a very great knuckle crack for me. You know, now that I think about it... I really should crack all my fingers...you know to really warm up," it crackled.

Stretching up, it squared itself off. Turning once to look over at Dean, to watch his eyes go wide with disbelief, it turned back with its smile never leaving its face.

Pulling back, it let its fists fly. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the cave, it's sickening noise drilling in Dean's head. He couldn't see anything. The wendigo was right in front of Sam and all Dean could see is the fucking back of the asshole.

Sam's head whipped backwards, taking in the full force of blows. Over and over and over again the wendigo punched, raining it on Sam's face. Not a sound was made from Sam, as he took the punishment quietly. The pain was building up in his face as he felt his skin rip apart by the blunt force of the punches. He could feel his blood slowly drip down his face, dripping onto the cold damp ground.

A sudden cracked vibrated throughout the small area, followed by a whimper. The thing stepped back, giving dean a clearer view of his brother. Sudden waves of anger washed through after looking at his brother.

His face was a mess. It was like someone put him through a fucking meat grinder then left the meat to rot in the sun. There was blue, purple, red, and even some black playing and dressing his face. How was that possible? It should take couple of hours for the dark colors to sit in. That only shows how fucking hard the damn thing was punching. Crimson blood was also dripping. Blood. Sammy's blood.

"Ahh now that was great...right Sammy?" the thing chuckled. The wendigo moved out of sight for no more than a moment, and then came back. But when he came back, he held something in his hands.

Dean screamed into his mouldy gag. "NO! NO! NO! FUCK NOO! SAMMY!!!"

Hearing the muffled sounds coming from his brother made Sam look up. HIs heart dropped as he saw what was placed in the gnarled hands of the fucking creature.

"I really do enjoy this whip, as you call it. It makes such wonderful and...abstract patterns. But only thing is, it causes so much pain. I also must be very careful not to hit too hard in some spots, you know, because I wouldn't want to hit and artery and you to bleed out before we finish having fun. Ahh too bad this is gonna hurt. For you, I mean. I think this will hurt you more than it will hurt me. Hahahaha"

"A whip? Are you fucking kidding? A bloody hell whip? Shit, Dean, I- I'm sorry. You shouldn't see this. Just don't look. Sorry"

His thoughts didn't reach anyone as the gnarled hand was raised, then silently yet quickly flashed down and hit Sam across his upper chest. Sam's eyes widen in pain, but said nothing. He didn't want Dean to go through an even worse hell than he is currently going through now. He couldn't hurt Dean with his screams, so, he had to keep it within himself, hold the everlasting pain that was building up, getting ready to explode.

Dean was so close to crying. His little brother, his little Sammy is getting fucking whipped, right in front of his damn eyes. And like the stupid shit that he is can't do a bloody thing.

The creature chuckled as it stopped and repositioned itself, then cleared it's throat. "Oh, forgive me Dean, I am so utterly selfish. I was so into the show that I almost forgot about you. How rude of me. You couldn't get a clear view, did you? Here, let me reposition myself and let you get a closer look."

With that the creature began it's vicious and unforgiving blow on the tied up Winchester. The whip curled around the exposing flesh then ripped it open. The jagged lines criss-crossed around his chest. Some pieces of flesh were torn off and whipped to the wall; others were still hanging off of Sam's body, like bait to a shark. The stringy flesh looked like intestines that were falling inside out.

With each hit, Sam stopped breathing. It hurt. Too much. Too much to even breathe. He felt his skin slowly rip apart, blood gushing with each pulse. It just felt better not to breathe. When he didn't breathe, he could somewhat clear away the dark spots in his vision, he didn't feel the warmth that was slipping away slowly but surely, he couldn't scream out for his brother to save him from this fucking hell.

No one can help him. No one.

"HHMMPMHMMHPMHP!!!" Dean screamed. He couldn't take it anymore. Dean bowed his head down, looking at the dirt beneath his feet. He couldn't look up and meet Sam's pain filled eyes, those eyes which he knows so well, begging for help.

"Dean, sorry to interrupt with your odd fascination with the ground, but you should really be watching this. You see if you don't, or anytime that you would look away, I will whip Sam an addition five times. So, if you don't wish to harm your brother, you must watch every second of it," the creature snarled as it cocked it's head to the side, eyeing Dean with a cruel interest.

Dean looked up, fear and disgust welled up in chest. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can't take it anymore. But if...if- If I I don't watch, Sam's gonna be in even more pain. Shit."

"Ok, I think I'm done with the whip. Hmm, ah yes. Hold on a moment, don't anywhere Sammy," the creature chuckled at his own humor.

Dean looked up at his pulpy brother, and what he saw made him want to throw up. He searched out Sam's eyes, in hope of telling him that he's sorry, and that he never meant for this to happen. But it was too late as he heard the creature making it's way back to them.

Giving up, Dean turned his head to the on-coming threat. He immediately knew something was off. Something bright was bobbing it's way toward them. Squinting, he tried to get a better look. As soon as he saw the creature holding the torch in his hand, Dean knew what was going to happen.

He dry sobbed into the rag that was constricting his mouth. The creature caught up, and moved in front of Sam with the torch in hand. Dean knew what was to come next, but he couldn't look away, Sam will get hurt even more if he did.

Looking up Sam's eyes widen. The flame was no less than two inches from his face.

"Do you like fire, Sammy?"

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