Day By Day

SHINeeEXO713 on AO3: Do you think you could do a one-shot with Sam being kidnapped and Dean finding and saving him please? With all the yummy stuff like hurt/comfort and angst!

Taken

Sam spat out some blood and sneered. "Let me guess, you've been talking to Gordon Walker?"

"Kid has a smart mouth on him."

Sam bared his teeth. "Yeah, well, I'm talking to a bunch of thugs, it'd be wasted on you."

A fist plowed into his temple, making his ears ring.

"Y'know, Gordon was right. Blind, it's the perfect deception. Makes him seem weak and useless."

"That's cuz I am useless," Sam said.

He heard the guy pick up something that sounded metal—he tensed.

"C'mon, Arthur. Let's at least test him before we kill him."

"Sure, sure."

Without warning, Sam's arm was slashed open, and he couldn't hold back a yell.

"I dunno, sounded positive to me."

"Don't be an idiot. Alright, so that's silver. We need to test bronze, salt, and holy water."

Another knife slashed Sam's other arm. Expecting it, Sam managed to bite back any cries of pain.

"Well then. Salt."

Sam couldn't hold back a howl as salt was ground into his arm.

"No reactions, aside from the obvious," the one called Arthur mused. "Holy water?"

It was frigid, and Sam swallowed his desire to whimper and cry for Dean as he shivered in the chair.

"Alright. Looks like Gordon was wrong about this one. Tag him?"

"Sure."

Sam knew the way a tattoo felt because of the protective sigil on his chest. Having something put onto him without his knowledge, though, felt degrading and terrifying at the same time.

"Move out."

Sam was left alone, and terror made it hard to breathe. Were they just going to leave him here to rot? He pulled fruitlessly at the metal handcuffs and writhed, trying to dislodge the rope around his feet.

The tinny sound of a voice through a phone made him stop.

"Sam? Sam, are you there?"

"Dean!" Sam shouted.

"Sam, where are you?"

"I don't know," Sam sobbed. "Dean, find me."

"Hey, hey, man, I'll find you. I'll track your phone, okay? Just hang tight."

Dean's voice cut off, and Sam bit back his terror. Dean would find him. It was fine.

A loud bang woke Sam from his stupor.

"Sammy?"

"Dean," he breathed.

"What happened here?" Dean asked urgently.

"Testing me to see if I'm evil," Sam murmured. Competent hands picked Sam's handcuffs and undid the ropes. "Checking me."

"Torturing, more like," his brother growled. It was purely the little brother part of Sam that preened and felt the glow of happiness at the rage in Dean's voice. It was Dean's way of caring . . . in a violent kind of way.

"Easy, easy," Dean cautioned as Sam started to get up. "Let me take care of your arms."

"Can we get out of here first?" Sam pleaded. He wasn't proud enough to avoid using a slight pout and tilt of the head to get his way.

"Fine. You stupid little—"

Sam basked in the insults like he was supposed to as they made their way back to the motel. Sam had been stupid enough to get snatched in the first place, so he was mostly glad Dean wasn't berating him for that.

"Did you get their names?"

There wasn't long left before Dean was supposed to go to Hell, and Sam was damned—ha, that would have been funny if it didn't hurt so much—if he would let Dean use up his days in some twisted revenge for some competent and probably smart hunters.

"Nah. They're long gone."

Fingers deftly manipulated Sam's arms, cleaning and stitching them.

"Dude, they put salt in your wounds. That's worth some payback," Dean growled. He suddenly cursed loudly, making Sam jump. "What is this?"

"I don't know, what is it?"

"The tattoo."

"Think they were marking me clean."

Dean muttered imprecations under his breath. "Next time they decide to brand my little brother with a sigil I'm gonna slice their hands off."

Sam shrugged. "They were doing their job."

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that so I don't slap you. Anyway, we'll go get this removed."

"Okay."

"What happens when I'm gone, Sam? You can't do this, okay? You stick with Bobby, don't let people get the drop on you like this."

Sam stiffened. "Or you could shut up."

"I'm just saying."

"And I'm just saying shut up. I'm gonna save you."

"Sure, Sammy."

Sam knew when he was being patronized, but that didn't matter. Sam would figure it out, or die trying. Whatever Dean believed, that didn't matter . . . as much as it did sting that Dean didn't trust him. But Sam didn't need his trust. Just a way to save him.

A/N: Prompting is still technically open, but it's been a while since I've gotten some new ones on here: these next few will be from AO3 prompts.

Also, the Unseen 'verse is kinda winding down, I think. We'll be moving towards a finale, hopefully at least by Christmas. So if you desperately wanted to see something, speak now or forever hold your peace :)