AN: A very happy birthday sia518!
A short chapter, I know, but I needed to end this chapter like this. Please note there are scenes of torture/violence in this chapter, you've been warned!
Chapter 29
Garry took his sweet time with Sam. He knew he had a time limit in which to operate but he wanted to please his brother. He knew he had to go and kill himself in a few hours, but his brother assured him that everything would work out and he believed him. He was still scared shitless.
"Sammy, Sammy, open your eyes for me young boy. If you keep them closed I can't see the pain in them and then you are not playing nice with me." Garry used the ragged edge of the knife, drawing it over Sam's abdominal muscles, enjoying the sight of the muscles quivering under the knife with the streamlets of blood running down towards his boxers, mixing there with the blood as it sped up to join the blood streaming down Sam's legs due to the knife patterns carved out on his legs.
"Maybe you would like to do some stretching exercises. You have been hanging around doing nothing, you must be so tightly wind up." Garry walked over to the leaver in the wall that controls the crossbeam. Gripping the leaver securely he started pushing it ever so slightly upwards, noticing with some satisfaction that Sam's shoulders where lifting up higher, his back becoming even more stretched out while his feet remained securely shackled to the floor.
Garry could hear Sam's whimpering over the wining noise of the pulley system. He was glad to hear that the boy was still able to feel pain, he deserved to feel pain. When Garry heard the first POP he stopped the control. He noted with satisfaction that Sam's right shoulder was no longer in its socket. Sam's whimpering was growing harder and Garry was beginning to enjoy this. Taking up the knife he walked over to Sam standing slightly behind him whispering in his ear before he forced the knife into the already dislocated shoulder, leaving it there with the blood flowing out of the wound. Turning around, Garry walked out of the room, flicking of the light switch, closing the metal door behind him, leaving Sam in complete darkness. He had calls to make and a destiny to keep with a bus.
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Sam wanted to unwrap himself out of his cocoon. He dreamt of Dean. Dean told him, shouted at him, not to lose faith. He would do whatever Dean told him to do. He was starting to regain some hope. Hope that his family will get to him in time. That they will take him home, that he would be safe.
But, when he tried to grab hold of reality, he was assaulted by pain. His whole body was on fire. He could feel something carving into his flesh, over his thighs, calves. He could feel the blood running down his legs. He kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to see what was happening around him. Even when the person pleaded with him to open his eyes he didn't. He had to bite on his teeth when the knife dipped into his abdominal muscles. He whimpered out in pain and bit his own tongue, making sure that he didn't scream out in pain.
Urine flowed uncontrollably down his legs when his shoulder was dislocated and thankfully he lost consciousness with the world when the knife was wedged into his shoulder blade. His last thoughts being of his family, of Dean. Hoping that they would come to take him home. He just wanted to die at home.
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Dean and his brothers used the cover of the trees to get near the farmhouse. From a distance it was clear that the building was in a lapidated state and it didn't look like someone was living in it.
Dean was starting to fear that this was not the correct location when he saw a sedan parked a few feet away underneath a tarp. A part of the license was visible, it corresponded with the partial NY license plate. Dean could feel the adrenalin kicking in. He wanted to storm the house but calmed down when he felt David touching him on his shoulder. Looking over to his brother he saw him shaking his head, indicating to his left. There was a huge barn that was clearly in a much better condition than the farm house. Sammy could be in there. They had to check it out.
AN: So, what do you think, anyone willing to place a bet on how many chapters before the rescue takes place?
