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Title: Thoughtless Memories
Chapter Title: Chapter Nine: Torture and Pain
Set After: Asylum
Summary: Dean thought Sam hated him. What better way to say 'I love you' like rock salt in the chest, right? He thought he couldn't feel any worse pain than he had when his brother spat those words at him, then shot him... But one day Sam was attacked while Dean went out for coffee... And he found something worse than that pain. "Sam? You okay?" "Um... Do I know you?" Now Dean's fighting to save his only brother... and his memories... But will he make it in time?
Warnings: uh... hitting... but that's it xD
The creature was in the room, holding Sam in its grasps. One of his pointy nails were touching Sam's head, and it looked as if he was daring Dean to move closer.
Kyle walked out of the kitchen, looking smug. "My brother was cursed by his kind. The evil hunting men with strange powers... We weren't even evil. We were just in the wrong place at the wrong time... Now the only way to turn my brother back to a mortal is to kill one of the men who cursed him."
"But Sam didn't do anything, you freak!" Dean yelled.
"No, but he's like the one who cursed my brother. The one in the family who wants so desperately to be normal, while all the while he's the reason they're not." Kyle smirked, shrugging. "Luckily for you we can only kill him on a full moon, so you can live knowing that he won't die for another three nights."
The creature stuck his nail in Sam's head, causing him to scream out in pain, before Kyle grabbed onto it and the three disappeared.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled, running over to the spot the three disappeared in. He shook his head. "No... No, Sammy..."
Jess walked over to Dean and sighed slightly. "We have to find the cave."
Dean nodded slightly. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right..." He quickly walked over to the laptop and grabbed it, sitting down on the couch.
"What are you doing?" Jess asked, raising her eyebrows. "Dean, Sam is going to be killed in three days! Why the hell are you surfing the web at a time like this?"
Dean looked up at Jess. "Jessica, I know what I'm doing. You haven't spent your whole god damn life hunting things. You haven't spent twenty two years of your life watching over Sam, making sure things didn't kill his ass when you were hunting together. You didn't check on him every chance you had for two years straight to make sure he was still alive because he wasn't with you anymore and you couldn't protect him. You weren't the one who took rock salt in the chest because you were just trying to help him! You weren't the one that had an empty gun pointed at your head, with Sam pulling the trigger because you wanted to help him get his god damn anger out! Jessica, you don't know anything, so don't you dare question how I do things!"
Jess sighed angrily, narrowing her eyes at Dean. "Fine. Then what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm looking up all the listed caves in this town so we can start searching them and find Sam," Dean said, looking back at the computer. "Satisfied now?"
"It was you," Jessica said, sounding in awe. She stared at Dean, then laughed slightly, shaking her head. "It was you the whole god damn time."
"What was me?" Dean asked, looking over at Jessica. He sighed, rolling his eyes. Sam was probably being tortured at the moment and she couldn't even stay on the topic at hand? They didn't have time for this.
"The whole time I was with Sam it seemed like he wasn't really all in it. Like he was thinking about somebody else..." Jess stepped closer to Dean, staring at him, still in awe. "The whole time I thought it was another girl... A girl from his past, maybe, that he hadn't ever gotten over. A girl that he always thought about, wondered how she was doing... But it wasn't. It was you, Dean. You were the one he couldn't stop thinking about. You were the one that made it so he couldn't concentrate. He was wondering if you were okay and if you were alive. It was you."
Dean stared at her for a moment, then shook her head. "No. He left me, Jess. He left me to go to college."
"But he still cared. If he didn't he wouldn't have left me to go hunt with you. He was worried that you'd get yourself killed searching for your father. He didn't want that to happen," Jess said. She sighed sadly and sat down on the couch, shaking her head. "I can't believe it was you all along."
"Let's just focus on finding him, alright?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows. He went back to searching on the computer, though he was smiling -- Inside, at least.
"Dean, I can't stay," Jess whispered. "Once we've saved Sam and defeated the creature... I can't stay."
"I know," Dean said quietly, nodding. He didn't take his eyes of the screen. "I'll get Sam through it. I promise."
"I'm gonna give you a premonition of the future... One you'll be able to show Sam," Jess said, looking up at him.
Dean looked at Jess. He nodded. "Alright. Then show me how to show Sam."
Jess nodded, smiling slightly. "Okay."
Kyle chained Sam up to the wall, both his ankles and wrists tied up, along with his neck. Not enough to choke him, of course. No, that couldn't happen. Then they'd lose the soul they needed three days from now. And then Dean and Jessica would come, and they'd fight for nothing. At least with Sam alive his brother could have both the brothers... And they'd keep Jessica's soul for themselves, along with Sam's powers.
"So, Sam, comfortable?" Kyle asked, tightening the restraint around Sam's neck. Sam coughed slightly, closing his eyes tightly. When he opened them he looked away from Kyle, avoiding his gaze. "What, you don't want to talk? Come on, Sam, we were friends. Even for that short time."
Sam looked over at Kyle slowly, glaring at him. "Go to hell," he growled before spitting on him.
Kyle wiped the spit off of his face slowly, laughing slightly. Sam smiled a pissed off smile, nodding. "Good one."
"Thanks," Sam said, still glaring at him.
Kyle stuck his hand in his pocket, pulling out a ring. He slipped it on his finger, still laughing slightly. He then brought his hand back, backhanding Sam. Sam's lip started to bleed a bit, and his cheek was red, purple where the ring had been forced into his skin. "Watch yourself, boy." He then walked around the corner, leaving Sam alone in the darkness of the cave.
"Got it?" Jess asked, raising her eyebrows.
Dean nodded. "Yeah." He now knew exactly what Jess wanted Sam to know, and knew how to share the premonition with him. He smiled slightly, thinking back on it. "Sam's gonna love you even more for it, you know that?"
Jess laughed, nodding. "Yeah... Well, you were there, too."
Dean nodded, still smiling. "Yeah... I was." He cleared his throat and dropped his smiling, looking back over at the laptop. "Well, that won't come true if we don't save him."
Jess nodded, looking serious. "Right. Yeah." She remained silent for a few moments, looking around. Best let Dean concentrate on the task at hand. "Anything?"
Dean nodded slowly, focused on reading something on the screen. He clicked the mouse a few times, then looking over at Jess, sporting his famous sly grin. "Yeah. There's a cave in the words right behind a cemetery. The cemetery where Kyle's brother's grave is."
Jess raised her eyebrows, walking over to him. She looked over his shoulder. "Really?"
Dean nodded, closing the laptop and standing up. "Let's go kill that mother --"
"Watch your language," Jess said, grabbing her jacket. She smirked and walked out the door.
Dean stared at her like she was insane before following.
Haley: Guess who's back?
Dean: Shut up.
Haley: He couldn't stand not knowing what was going to happen to Sam.
Sam: Aw, Dean, that's sweet. I love you too.
Dean: Shut up, bitch.
Haley: Good news!
Sam: What?
Haley: I'm writing another Supernatural fic after his one. Ya'll get transported to the real world and meet up with Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. I think I'm gonna make it a slash fic.
Dean: Scared and hesitant. Between who?
Haley: You two, of course.
Sam & Dean: Stare at each other for a moment. Looks over at Haley. Looks back at each other. Ew!
Haley: And, of course --
Dean: Review reply time… again.
Sam: 'SupernaturalGurl': Hey, at least somebody agrees with me.
Haley: Okay, I know this is odd, but I'm going to reply to a review personally. Just cause I love them so much for it! 'Ghostwriter': Actually, you didn't miss 'em. I just update two or three chapters at a time. And thanks! Thanks so, so much for that compliment! But I doubt they'd let a sixteen year old write their scripts, ya know? XP
Dean: 'Spuffyshipper': Four words: I would kill them.
Sam: And I really don't doubt it.
Dean: On my car? Shudder
Sam: 'iluvsmallville': Okay, um, take deep breaths. It'll all be okay. Just take deep breaths…
Dean: 'doyoufeellikeyourfallingdown': Okay, that makes sense. And Chapter Six was alright… I guess…
Sam: 'willofthering': Really? I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing…
Dean: 'KatieMalfoy19': I'm back, I'm back! Keep your pants on! Wait. You're a chick. Actually --
Sam: Just continue with the reply.
Dean: Right. Well, of course I'm cute. And I promise I won't be crying anytime soon… or in the next five years. Unless--alright, I admit it! Unless Sam dies!
Sam: Aw, thanks, love you too.
Dean: Shut up, bitch.
Sam: 'calistra': You know what? I hope so too.
Haley: Again, must reply to one myself. 'JEM515': The dialogue is what keeps me awake after a long night of type. I usually do these stories at two or three in the morning. And I look forward to them, too. They get me through the chapter. Sometimes I feel like I can't write anymore, and then I think of the fun I have during the 'script' stuff. And, thanks. Actually, the idea came to me as I was wrighting the story. I never think up ideas and make a story out of that. Doing that makes my stories suck. I'm more of the 'in the moment' kinda gal. And I'm sorry about the confusion! But I can't explain it any better than that without going into the whole story about him… sorry! And thanks! And thanks to everyone else for reviewing! Love ya'll!