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Insanity is Only a State of Mind

Chapter twenty one

Sam could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Bronson and Bracken approached the bed. He knew there was no way to fight them, not with him being handcuffed to the bed.

"What do you want?" Sam asked forcing himself to appear calm as he snuck the phone into his pocket. He glanced into the hallway hoping to see someone who could help him if either of the two guards tried to pull anything, but the hallway was empty and the infirmary guard wasn't anywhere in sight.

"We want you." Bronson said grinning.

Before Sam could say or do anything Bracken handcuffed his other arm to the opposite side of the bed and then put a strip of duct tape over his mouth.

Sam knew there was nothing he could do but wait to see what fate awaited him. He knew his brother wasn't going to come riding in on a white charger making a last minute rescue…. Dean was gone and he had no idea where he was, or even if Dean was still alive. He was totally helpless.

The basement

Dean watched in horror as Sam's hospital bed was wheeled into the room. Sam looked over at him clearly relieved to see him alive. But then Sam's eyes filled with fear as he watched Simmons and another man throw a body into the furnace. What the hell was going on he wondered as he looked back at his brother?

"You bastards!" Dean said through clenched teeth. Why did they have to throw the body in the furnace in front of Sam? If they were both going to die, why couldn't his brother have at least been put to sleep and die relatively peacefully during the operation instead of being shown the fate that awaited him? At least they could have spared him that much. But these men obviously enjoyed inflicting both physical and mental pain.

"Don't tell me you want me to do two in one day?" The doctor asked Simmons in disbelief. He usually collected organs every few weeks never twice in one day.

"We can't afford having these two around. Do the kid now…we already have a match for him." Simmons then nodded toward Dean. "….then we better get rid of both of them instead of wasting time checking the other ones blood and tissue type." He sneered down at Dean. "Guess you're going to have to die for nothing after all."

"That's too bad; I was really looking forward to being dissected." He said softly not wanting Sam to hear.

"Let's see how much you joke after you see your partner's organs removed then his body tossed into the furnace. I doubt you'll find anything funny to say then."

The doctor pulled on a fresh pair of gloves.

"Let's get this over with…I have to get back to the hospital." He told Bracken as he cleaned off his scalpel. "Pull his jumpsuit down to his hips."

Bronson held a gun on Sam while Bracken uncuffed his right hand. As soon as he was free Sam fought back punching him in his face. He then ripped off his gag and struggled frantically to free his other hand. Blood ran down his wrist as the handcuff cut deep into his skin as he struggled with it.

"Kill his partner if he doesn't settle down!" The doctor shouted annoyed that the operation was being delayed.

Simmons pulled out a gun and pointed it at Dean's head. Seeing his brother in danger Sam immediately stopped struggling. Bracken first backhanded Sam across the face before uncuffing his left hand. He then forced him to sit up while he yanked on his jumpsuit pulling it down to his hips. He then pushed Sam back to the bed and recuffed him. Sam didn't try to fight him; he couldn't, not without taking the chance that they really would shoot Dean. Sam lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, his half naked body trembling with fear wondering what was going to happen next.

"Scrub him down." The doctor handed his assistant a gauze pad that he had dipped in an antibiotic liquid.

The man rubbed the liquid over Sam's chest and his left side.

"You bastards let him alone!" Dean screamed from across the room.

"Roll him onto his right side….We'll take the kidney first."

"What?" Sam looked at the doctor when he finally realized what was going on. These men were harvesting organs to sell on the black market. He looked over at Dean pleading with his eyes for his brother to do something. He had always counted on Dean to be there for him, to protect him just like he tried to protect his brother. But he could see Dean struggling to free himself and Sam knew there was no way his brother would be saving him today. "Dean…." Was all Sam could get out as his left cuff was removed and then rehandcuffed to the right railing. His left side was now exposed to the doctor.

"Okay I'm ready…put the patient under, I don't want him squirming all over the place."

A needle with a tube leading into an IV bag was stuck into Sam's arm and he could soon feel himself getting drowsy. He looked over at Dean with half shut eyes as he tried to fight the drugs affect.

"Dean…."

The last thing Sam heard before falling into a light sleep was Dean's angry voice.

"You bastards….I'll kill everyone of you!"

TBC