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PLEASE READ FIRST!! This chapter contains sexual assault. It's mild and not graphic but still not for the squeamish.
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Okay! This chapter is shorter than usual and I think its HORRIBLY written! I spent 3 days on it and I think it's still awful! So I hope the actual story is enough to get you by in this chap :P
Enjoy chapter thirteen!
Bobby walked into the hospital followed closely by Caleb. He walked up to the nurse and said, "Hey, I'm looking for a boy named Winchester here?"
She looked up at the seasoned hunter and asked, "May I ask why?"
"FBI, ma'am." Bobby flashed his fake id.
"And what business do you have with 'Winchester?' Is he…?"
"He's not in any kind of trouble. We just need to ask him a few questions.
"One moment please, sir." She turned to her computer and asked, "What's the patient's name?"
"Samuel Winchester."
She typed in the name and frowned. "No, sorry, we don't have any Samuel Winchesters?"
"Do you have anybody under the name 'Sam?'"
"No actually, no Sams, Sammys or Samuels in any recent records.
"How recent?"
"Uh… No one of that name for the last two weeks. Sorry, sir."
"That's quite alright." Bobby turned to leave the hospital.
"So now what?" Caleb whispered.
"Either you read that record wrong, or they're lying."
"Why would a hospital lie about something like that…?" Caleb stopped when Bobby just stood staring at the parking lot. "Bobby, what is it…?" He followed the elder hunter's eyes and sucked in a breath at realization.
At the end of the parking lot, was a '67 Chevy Impala.
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Dean rocked his unresponsive brother back and forth, a deep hot fire burning in his chest. He was so tired of all of this. These endless days with punishments and 'lessons.' He looked up at the camera with disgust. I swear… I'm going to get you out of this Sammy…
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I whimpered at the wave of foreign feelings that assaulted me. Rage, hate, determination… I knew it was Dean. But the feelings pounded on my head making my headache much worse. I squirmed as the sexual assaults replayed in my mind. I felt them. They taunted and tortured me in a vicious cycle of pain and fear. The straitjacket and gag tightened and suffocated me causing me to curl in deeper into my brother's chest. Please… De... please...
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"Ready?" Bobby asked.
Caleb tucked the last bottle of holy water on the inside of his jacket and smiled. "Let's go."
Bobby and Caleb marched up to the hospital. Bobby walked up to the same nurse and flashed his id again. "We need to search the hospital."
"Excuse me??"
"Lady, we're under a serious investigation," Caleb said. "You either let us in freely or we'll do so by force."
"Absolutely not! We have no 'Sams' or 'Winchesters' here so…"
Caleb grabbed the bottle of holy water and flung the contents at the nurse's face.
She grabbed her face and screamed as the water burned her flesh. Caleb jumped over the desk and shoved her under. He pulled out a bag of salt and made a ring around her body. Looking up at Bobby, he nodded in affirmation. Bobby gave a quick nod before running into the back.
Bobby stealthily crept around into every ward, looking in every room looking for the brothers. If he kept his gun hidden, he just looked like a visitor so nurses and doctors in general paid no attention to him.
Finally, there was only the Psych Ward left. Bobby's stomach clenched, knowing the fear the youngest Winchester had of confinements.
It was then that the intercom came on. Caleb's voice came on deep and loud, reciting an exorcism.
Bobby jumped as all the doctors and nurses around him screamed. They covered their ears and started to run to the exit. Wasting no time, Bobby ran into the Psyche Ward.
He went into the office and pressed a button letting all the doors unlock. He looked at the surveillance screens above and his heart sank.
Dean had Sam in a tight embrace, rocking him back and forth in apparent desperation. Bobby cursed at the sight of the straitjacket and gag immobilizing the youngest. He quickly ran out of the office and to the cell the Winchester brothers were held captive.
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Dean looked up in confusion as the door swung open. He tightened his grip on his brother, determined to fight whatever threat was ahead. When no one entered, Dean lifted his unresponsive brother in his arms and took look outside. At seeing no one, Dean was certain this was a fluke or they were letting them go. Dean made a quick decision and started to run.
Weak from lack of food and exercise, he made slow progress to the exit. He gasped as he ran into somebody and immediately took a protective position over his brother.
"Dean?"
Bobby sucked in a breath when Dean looked back up at him. His eyes were dull with only a slight hint of hate and determination in his eyes. Sam lay limply in his arms, his eyes wide and glassy; the occasional whimper escaping from behind the gag.
Bobby put his hands palms up as he approached the teens. "It's okay, Dean. It's me, Bobby, remember?"
Dean gave him a look that clearly said, Of course I remember! I'm not brain damaged! Bobby smiled. "Okay, are you gonna let me help you?" Dean slowly nodded. "Okay." Bobby bent down and started to take Sam out of his brother's arms.
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I wasn't really aware of what was going on. My mind was trapped in the endless cycles of abuse and degradation. But I felt Dean. He was still with me, so I was okay.
But then a pair of foreign hands grabbed me and started to pull me away from Dean's arms. No! I cried in protest, squirming against the hands. I looked up at the unknown entity practically begging with my eyes to let me stay with my brother. The foreign hands let go and I was safe back in my brother's arms. I screwed my eyes shut and curled myself into Dean's embrace again, hoping that the entity wouldn't take me away from Dean.
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