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Chapter 9 – Eye of the Beholder

The light had been turned off for God knows how long, the dark was complete and Dean couldn't even see his own hand in front of his eyes. He wondered what was the purpose of all that. The devices on the ceiling were his biggest concern. He had a bad feeling about the 'surprise' that woman had mentioned earlier. Although he was positive about being watched, Dean felt forsaken and alone. He had been all by himself before, Sam was still in college and he was working on his own gig. He'd stay alone in a motel room, doing the entire job, first the research, then ask around, talking to locals and finally, waste whatever was causing damage to the town. He was doing pretty well actually, dealing with voodoos, spirits, legends, rarely calling his dad for help.

Not that he would be indeed alone; he usually hooked up with some chick. A good one night stand with no Oprah talks afterwards. The next morning, he would just hit the road and head to his next gig.

That was before he picked up Sammy at school, since then he was no longer used to staying or working alone. He couldn't imagine how life would be when Sam got back to his studies. No more of Sam's annoying questions about every single detail of the current gig, no more making fun of Sam's puppy's eyes or his 'shining' when Sam had a feeling. That thought made Dean even more concerned, as he had no idea what they were doing to Sam.

He wondered where Jackie could be by now. It seemed like an eternity since they were taken and separated on the road. Could have been just one day or a week. He had no way to be aware of time there.

The dark was making him sleepy, he was bored and nothing was happening. He made efforts to stay awake; maybe someone would show up or say something. Maybe they would shove Sam through that door any minute.

But every hour that passed, he felt his eyes getting heavier. He'd close his eyes for a couple of seconds and open them again, over and over. Just half an hour after doing this, he gave in completely to his tiredness. It was so nice; sleeping sometimes was the only way to find peace, especially if he was in big trouble. The sensation of losing conscious to rest was soothing. While sleeping he had no problems, none to save, no ass to kick. If Sam wondered why Dean enjoyed his sleep so much, that would be his answer.

This soothing feeling wasn't meant to last. As soon as he had closed his eyes to sleep, an extremely bright light was turned on, making Dean jumpy. He opened his eyes confused as a response to the sudden change and covered them with his hands. His vision went blind for a couple of seconds as he had no time to adjust himself from total dark to extremely lighted environment.

" Come on! Not cool". He complained. Turning his head away, leaning his face on the wall, trying to protect himself from that light like a vampire running from the sun.

" No sleeping Dean". He recognized the voice. That bitch was watching him.

" Well, I was bored. If your plan is to bore me to death, it's working". He said still with his face turned to the wall.

Obviously, he waited for a come back from the woman. Since moment one, she answered back all his comments, but not this time. The room went silent again.

" That can't be good" Dean said to himself.

Some of the devices on the ceiling were activated gushing out cold water. For Dean's fear, it was a quite powerful water spurt. He hated not knowing what was happening. Shit, shit, shit!

" Ok, I'm awake, turn off the damn cold water!". He felt his body begin to shiver. All his clothes got wet. The images of that demonic woman laughing at him, playing with the fact he was defenseless. Again he was her toy and she sure was amused.

" I thought you were bored honey. I'm just entertaining you". She said in a malicious way.

" Yeah, baths are really entertaining, but I prefer the dark boring room back". He said. That always seemed to happen with him, when he thinks one situation couldn't get any worse…well, it always does.

" You should be careful with your words". At that, Dean heard a loud noise. The door that was previously only locked; now was sealed shut. The water began to go up. " Shit!". I knew it, things can always get worse. He thought about the irony. Quickly he sat on the floor and passed his cuffed hands under his legs, putting them in front of his body He was sick and tired of playing nice.

Outside.

" What are you doing?" One of the big guys asked amused.

" Killing two birds with one stone". She answered pressing a button.

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Sam had remained in the dark until now. Like Dean, he didn't expect the sudden bright light that was turned on, catching him by surprise. No one bothered to talk to him or give him any explanations. From the ceiling, a small tv set was lowered. Sam got up in a hurry and observed the television carefully. When it was turned on, Sam saw his brother, trapped in a room very much alike his own. A strong spurt of water was flooding the room fast. He observed his brother's despair as the water was going up.

" Dean!" He shouted. " Oh God, Dean". He tried the door again, kicking it hard this time. " You sons of a bitch! Leave my brother alone!" He got no answer, it was useless. He approached the tv set again, as if doing that, he'd be sure that was in fact his brother trapped. He couldn't hear what his brother was saying, all he saw was Dean's agony. That moment Sam actually forgot all the voices that were still requesting his attention and pleading his help.

The woman didn't hold her satisfaction back when she saw both boys so desperate.

She knew that they were willing to give up their lives if that would save another, specially if the other life was their own flesh and blood.

To her, their loyalty to each other was pathetic, was a sign of weakness. She was willing to use that information to make that situation as unbearable as she could.

Dean could stand body torture; the only way to get to him was to put his own life or Sam's life at stake.

In her point of view, Sam who was supposedly considered noble was as a matter of fact naïve. He would die to end the chase after that demon they've been hunting. To mess up with his psyche and his loyalty to Dean was the best way to make him suffer.

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Dean's room:

" You had your fun! Turn the fucking water off!". He was definitely angry. Dean kept her words in mind. She had talked about plans for him and Sam. He only hoped that drowning him wasn't the plan.

" Is Dean Winchester asking for a favor?" She made a small pause. "That's cute but… you forgot to say please".

She's gotta be joking! He thought. That was just a fucked up twisted game.

" Screw you!" He let out without thinking. If there was something he hated was to be manipulated.

" Do you think I'm kidding!". The water became colder and began going up faster. For sure she was not kidding.

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" Someone talk to me! Please!" Sam kept trying. He couldn't stand seeing his brother so defenseless and water wouldn't stop going up. He had to do something. He saw Dean checking the walls, punching the door, looking at the camera.

" Come on! I don't know what's your deal, but I'll do anything!". What the hell did that people want from them? Since he arrived, none care to give him any sort of explanation.

" Anything Sammy?" A male voice asked. Sam felt relieved.

" Yes, as long as you leave my brother alone" He said firmly. He looked at the screen again.

" Would you be willing to give up your gift to save him?" Sam didn't even hesitated.

" Yes, of course".

" What if I let you keep your gift, but asked you to join us?" He tested him again.

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The woman and the guy were having fun with the brother's situation.

" You win ok? Please, turn off the water". Dean said. He realized that playing it by ear was the best choice. He had to keep his butt safe in order to save his brother and Jackie.

" That was so fake Dean. I know you can do better than that. Where's your despair uh? It's your life we are talking about here. Do you wanna die?" She teased. The water by now was not only cold, it was freezing and reaching his shoulders. He had no time to play around.

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" What? Join you?" Sam asked not wanting to answer that question. If Dean didn't die now, who assured Sam he wasn't going to be the one killing his brother later, if he joined evil?

" Yes or no?" The guy asked. Sam saw the water reaching above Dean's shoulders. He was running out of time and his brain wasn't helping much.

" Damn it! Yes, I'd join you"! Stop before you drown my brother!" Sam heard a laugh, one evil satisfied laugh.

" Wrong answer Sam, you're weaker than we thought". The water kept going up.

" No! Dean!" He shouted. The tv set was turned off, leaving Sam not knowing his brother's destiny.

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The woman seeing what was coming from the talk Sam was having with the big guy, she presses another button, just to let Dean hear what she wanted him to hear.

" No! Dean!" That was all Dean could hear inside his room, his brother calling his name. Was Sam being able to see him? A million thoughts went through his mind in a matter of seconds. The demons could be using that to blackmail his brother.

" Sam?" He asked, but got no answer.

" Your brother is quite desperate Dean. He'd do anything to save you". She said feeling this battle was won.

" You leave him out of this!"

" I don't hear you begging for your life, I want something real Dean!"

TBC…

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