No- no no no…
Please stop-
Sam could only voice his pleas in his mind, as he felt like a million weights were crushing him. In all honesty, he didn't think he would survive this torment, and whenever the door had creaked open, he had, with all the hidden energy he could muster, lifted his head to see who it was, praying each time it would be his brother charging in ready and determined, but the realisation that followed after, when it wouldn't be his brother, but instead the same guy causing him pain he didn't think was possible, caused him that crushing feeling that was almost as bad as the physical pain itself.
He didn't even bother to raise his head as the door opened once again, letting his head stay limply forward. The pounding in his mind hadn't ceased since the last "session" (as Axel liked to call it), and Sam didn't think it would for a long time.
He could only hold out hope that his brother was still okay. It was the only thing still grounding him from falling into an unconsciousness he knew he wouldn't be able to climb back out of.
Sam began to brace himself for what the crazed man was going to do next; it was different each time but more excruciating nonetheless. Sam didn't even remember the tools Axel was using, but only knew his shirt was shredded with knife slashes, he had small scar burns on his arms and feet, and his legs were bleeding from god knows what. All in all, it would be safe to say that if a stranger came into this room, they'd probably think Sam was dead at first glance, if it weren't for the struggling intakes of breath that proved he was very much alive.
"Don't die on me now, Gordo won't be happy with that"
Sam could only weakly, mentally retort back.
At this rate I'll be dead before you finish whatever the hell you're doing to me…
Instead of reaching towards the table of various pain inflicting materials, Axel walked straight ahead and crouched down, in front of Sam.
"Look at me."
Sam didn't move.
"I said-" He paused, using the break as an opportunity to press his fingers deeply into one of Sam's open wounds.
His head immediately shot up towards Axel, face scrunched in pain.
Pleased with his obedience, Axel let the pressure release off of Sam's wounds, his fingers covered in the youngest Winchester's blood.
"You've been here almost 3 hours, and you look like you're not gonna last much longer. I expected more from you, especially since you're demonic."
"You're wrong." Sam defiantly replied, spitting out blood into his face.
As Sam's blood reached Axel's face, he jerked back instantly, bringing his hand to his cheek and running it down his face in the efforts to get it off. When all was said and done, he turned back to Sam, a fearfully disgusting and raging look in his eyes.
Sam wondered if what he had done was a mistake, because Axel only smirked mere moments after, and reached towards the same knife that was used on him before, but now coated in blood. Sam's blood.
Dean glared at Gordon, silently contemplating whether what he was saying was true or not. If anything, he prayed hell that it wasn't. He couldn't even bear the thought of that happening to his brother.
Trying to control the emotions that wanted nothing more than to drown him into an abyss of never ending chaos, he ignored what Gordon said about Sam screaming in pain.
"You better tell me where he is right now or I swear-"
"You'll what Dean? You need me to find your brother, if you kill me- well then your wish won't be granted would it?" Gordon finished, a cold smile following.
Dean didn't dare look away, thinking if he did, he'd give the hunter the advantage of an attack.
"No matter, I'm not here for a chit-chat anyway…" Gordon continued, bringing out a gun from behind his waist.
Dean wasn't stupid, he saw this coming, and immediately brought his gun out before Gordon could reach for his own. Gordon narrowed his eyes, silently impressed at the hunter before him, but knew it was all good as he knew he wouldn't shoot at him.
"Ok shoot me then." Gordon prompted, but his hand was not moving away from his own gun.
Dean glared silently at him, trying to figure out what to do next. And quickly.
"Alright…" Gordon began again, hand now moving away from his gun.
However, before Dean could even comprehend what was happening, the hunter hooked Dean's outstretched arm where the gun was previously pointed at him. Dean stared shocked for a millisecond before regaining his hunter composure and pursued the fight Gordon brought down upon them.
Dean knew this fight was gonna be a bitch.
Damnit! Dean silently cursed as Gordon's tight fist made contact with his nose.
Feeling the blood began to leak out, he automatically pushed aside the pain, and refocused on advancing an attack.
In all honesty, the fight only lasted a few minutes, but to the hunters, it seemed to go on for days. Dean, covered in small splatters of blood, looked down at the figure on the floor. Gordon. He was unconscious, for now, and that very well may have been the other way around if it weren't for his little brother's voice echoing inside his head, giving him energy whenever he felt too close to being attacked.
You got this Dean, I need you.
He stood there, breathing heavily and felt the gentle, cold breeze rush past his face. The air was silent, the birds had departed a long time ago, which left the forest seeming quiet. Not the tranquil, calming silence, but the silence as in one which you feel an empty void.
In this case, for Dean, to fill his empty void, he had to find Sam.
Grounding himself back to reality, he crouched down beside the unconscious rogue. Dean looked at him, and noticed blood smeared, and trickling down his forehead.
Good. He deserved more than that.
But he knew he couldn't kill him, not yet. First, he had to find the whereabouts of his little brother, and to do that, well, Dean could only think of one way where there may be a chance of that.
He began to pat the side pockets of Gordon's trousers, and smiled when he was greeted with what he hoped would be there.
Reaching into the pockets, he gripped his hand around a phone, and by the looks of it, Gordon's.
He opened it, and was surprised when no authentication or password request came up.
Wow Gordon, for such a paranoid person like you, to think you didn't even put a lock on your phone…
He scrolled through it briskly, trying to find anything that piqued his interest. Soon, however, Dean's eyes widened as he found a series of text messages from a guy by the name of Axel.
Gordon: They're headed your way. Do what we agreed.
Axel: I know, I can already hear the bastards. And aw don't worry Gordo, little Sammy Winchester will be begging before he knows it. Trust me.
Gordon: I will keep saying this, don't kill him, do whatever you want but do not kill him. I'll be doing that as soon as Dean is separated and after I've killed him. Then you get your money, after the deed is done.
Axel: Alright, alright. I won't kill him, he'll just be slipping in and out of consciousness, that's alright yeah?
Gordon: Whatever Axel, I need to go.
Axel: Sweet, you better kill Dean Winchester slowly.
Dean reread the messages a good few times before letting it sink in fully. God, he had to know where his brother was, the thought of what this son of a bitch was doing to him-
Stop. That's not gonna help Sam.
Dean let his hunter instincts take the wheel, and before long, was able to use the messages sent from Axel to track the sender's location. Whether Axel was still there, or if his brother was there, Dean had no idea. But what he did know was that this was his only lead, and his only chance at saving Sam.
"Gordon hasn't given me an update yet, either he's too busy killing your brother, or he is the one killed. Either way, if I don't hear from him in the next 5 minutes, I'll be beginning to kill you. Nice and slow."
Sam raised his head carefully, as to not make the finally ceased pounding in his head return. He stared at him, eyes empty and emotionless, and then looked back down at the floor. He didn't care what was going to happen, this man had stripped every layer of pride Sam had, and the pain wasn't ever going to stop. So why did he keep resisting it? What made him want to fight so badly?
Deep down he knew the answer, but he also didn't want to think about it.
Sam was only 23, and yet, it was obvious that he had already been through mental and physical pain normal people wouldn't even get in a lifetime. The loss of his mum, the loss of Jess, the loss of his father, and hell he didn't even know if Dean was still alive.
"You seriously are weak, I mean look at you!" Came the leering voice of Axel once again.
Sam smiled softly, as he thought of his final, mental retort back.
I am so sorry for the lack of updates on this chapter. In exactly 9 hours and 52 minutes, I have my first exam, starting first thing Monday! (completely terrified lol)
Anyways, after spending the day studying, i dedicated the last couple hours in writing this chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Also, just to clarify, the last sentence, when it says Sam thought of his final mental retort back, he's not dying, (yet mwahaha) but he's beginning to give up. Just thought to clear that up!
Also, I just wanted to say, thank you so much for the follows, favs, and reviews on both this story and Standing With You.
And also, a special shoutout to Meemzz, whose stories are amazing and you should definitely check out! She also writes supernatural ff and her stories mostly focus on the awesome relationship of the bros (which we all love!) So go check out one of her stories, trust me, it's totally worth it! :)
Thanks again for being patient with me, hopefully the next chapter should be out in a week, and then as soon as my exams are over I'll go back to updating every other day, I promise!
Hope you have a great day :)
