Does anyone think I'm going a little over the top or extreme with the boys' reactions? I mean, they've only known each other for about a week. IDK, what do you guys think?

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I sob, the hot tears streaking down my face and landing in the puddle of blood I lay in. Hysterical laughter echoes above me. I bite down on the gag, willing myself not to make a sound. It only spurs him on, makes the wounds he inflicts hurt more as he cuts deeper. Every deeper cut is a time I cried out. Blood mixes with my tears, soaking into the rug below me, staining it scarlet red.

Someone's pounding on the door. It's him! He came! I hold back a groan of relief as the wild-haired psycho drops the knife, wipes blood from his arm.
"You keep your mouth shut, or I'll murder whoever's at the door, got it? No matter who it is, they'll die right here," Jason gestures to the bloodied living room-turned-torture room around him. I nod weakly.
"And then I'll kill you. So shut it."
He walks away towards the door. Panic wells up, and I stare at the empty doorway, willing with everything that I am that Dean will walk through. I hear Jason open the door, talk to whoever's outside. I hear Dean's voice, angry, and relief washes in.
"Sam!" Dean yells.
I freeze. He needs me to call out, to assure him that I'm here. I can't! He'll die! I can't do that to him!
"Sam?"
Oh God, I can't take this anymore. Aching, dull pain floats around me, and I know that soon I'll be feeling that white hot, searing pain again when Jason returns. I can't do it, I can't...
I scream.
It's muffled through the wire-bound gag, but I scream my heart out. And I pray to God that Jason doesn't hurt him.

I hear a scuffle at the door. Punches being through, fist hitting flesh with soft thumps, head hitting floors with sharp cracks. I close my eyes, unwilling to see the victor of this battle.
"You screwed up Sam."
Oh God. Terror races down my nerves at lightning speed, jolting my eyes open and towards the doorway. He stands there, light from the hall shining from behind and silhouetting him like an angel. How much more wrong could you get? In his grip is Dean's neck. He struggles, and I scream again, begging with muffled words for Jason to let him go, to punish me instead. I'm the one who did wrong, I'm the one who called out. Don't hurt him!
"You screwed up big time. Now I'm going to have to kill him."
Tears fall faster, and I struggle against the thin metal that binds me. No! He can't! Dean looks at me with determination, but I can see the fear behind his eyes.
The knife is in his hand before I can see him move, and it slices down. Blood sprays a fountain over me, and I close my eyes. I can't see it. I can't.
"It's your fault Sam. It's your fault."
I open my eyes, and scream. Dean's lying there, a pool of blood quickly pooling around him. His neck sliced open, so far his head is almost severed. Blood pumps, still pumps, adding to growing tide. Bile rises in the back of my throat, nowhere to go. Horror overcomes me.
"I told you," Jason sneered.

Mary looked up as Sam started to shake. She put a hand on his arm, which he promptly threw off and sat bolt upright. A heart-wrenching scream tore loose from his lips.
"DEAN!"
Mary grabbed her son's shoulders. He was staring blankly ahead, his body still shaking violently. She shook him, tried to break him out of his trance-like state. He flung out an arm instinctively, his hand smacking Mary across the face and forcing her to let go in shock. Tears started to fall, but he didn't seem to be aware. In seconds, a doctor and some nurses entered the room, looking for the reason for the scream. The moment they saw Sam, they leaped into action. One of the nurses moved towards Mary, helping her up. The doctor tried to calm Sam down, whilst the second nurse ran out the door.
"Sam?" the doctor said slowly, putting her hand gently on his shoulder.
The kid reacted violently. He sent the woman sprawling to the floor with a flailing fist. He screamed again.
"DEAN! NO!"
The second nurse returned, and helped the doctor up before handing her something. Mary put a hand to her face as the doctor slipped the needle into Sam's arm.
"What..."
"A sedative. It'll calm him down."
A minute later, his shaking faded and he dropped back onto the bed, knocked out.

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The piercing scream reached his ears, and Dean woke immediately. The voice was unmistakable, the terror obvious. He tried to stand. And found that someone was holding him down.
"Dean, calm down," a familiar voice said.
Dean turned to see his father standing there, his hand pressed firmly down on his shoulder.
"What the fuck are you doing? Sam..."
"If you try to get up you'll rip your stiches again. Don't make them sedate you."
Dean swore violently and moved to punch his father in the face. John simply ducked.
"Dean, they'll will strap you down if they have to," John said.
"I'd like to see you try. Son of a bitch!" the curse shot from his mouth as pain raced along his nerves in his shoulder. It'd been pleasantly numb until now. Dean winced.
"Please, Dean, just calm down."
"Like hell I am. Get off me!"

At that moment, the screams stopped. Dean froze, his mind running through what could possibly have happened.
"He'll be sedated now," John said, his tone neutral. Dean growled and swung his fist again, swearing as pain ripped through him again. The punch fell far short and John just watched him blankly.
"You bastard. Didn't you hear him? He needs me right now!"
"Dean! Would you just shut up? We're leaving in a few days!"
Dean stared, his mouth slightly open.
"What?"
"We're leaving town."
"But the creature..."
"There's been no sign of it for days," John said, and Dean instantly knew he was lying; he'd heard that tone before. He was silent for a moment, thinking.
"Your lying. Again. You just don't want to face Mary, do you? You're more afraid of her than you are of this monster!"
John stood up suddenly, startling Dean. He looked down, his face thunderous.
"I'm not going to take your crap! I'm keeping you away from Sam for his good as well as yours. Now you'd better stop talking back like that," John glared at his son, expressing as much anger as he could without smashing something.
Dean's jaw tightened, and he fixed his father with a sharp stony glare. John kept his anger on show, but inside he was kicking himself for what he was doing.
"Yes sir."
John nodded, and walked from the room.

Dean waited for a moment to give his father time to walk away, then proceeded to try and get off the bed. A small noise from the door made him stop. He distinctly recognised the click.
"You bastard," Dean muttered, sliding off the bed and making his way to the door. He jiggled the door handle. It was locked.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, slamming his fist into the door "You can't do this!"
He pounded on the door for a few minutes, yelling out whatever obscenities came to mind. Eventually, his arm tired, and his shoulder was screaming at him. With a choked sigh, he fell onto his bed, the aching feeling of betrayal weighing down his chest.

I'm so evil to the poor brothers. And just to recap, I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters. I simply do evil things to them and laugh XD Mwahaha

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This story has completely changed from what I expected it to be. Right about the tenth or eleventh chapter the story started taking its own course. Even I'm not 100% sure what's going to happen in the next chapter. I have a vague ending though, so at least I have some direction, otherwise I'll just wander aimlessly and the story will be neverending :P