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Chapter 11 - Hit The Lights

Dean had been in the dark for quite sometime now. He could barely keep his eyes opened. For almost two days now he didn't get some good sleep and his stomach was more than empty. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so hungry. Sharing his thoughts now, between thinking about Jackie and Sam, he also began thinking about a delicious burger with extra fries and a beer. Coffee wouldn't be bad either, maybe a huge omelet too, some M&M's for dessert.

Stop thinking about food! Ok, think about…Jackie…that night at the motel... wine…both of us getting drunk…cuffs…whipped cream…whipped cream on top of a big vanilla ice cream and a cherry…double milk shake…food …shit!

" If sex can't get my mind out of food than…I'm starving already". He aid to himself.

The only thing that made Dean forget his hunger was the lights being suddenly turned on again. The lights in his room were incredibly bright. He turned his face to the wall again, sheltering his eyes. He heard the door being unlocked.

" What the…" Good thing sure wasn't. Last time lights were on he almost died and Sam had seen it all.

A big guy came in and locked the door behind him again.

" Is it dinner time?" Dean asked. Now he needed his smart ass façade back more than ever.

" Not exactly". He said waving a truncheon in his hands.

Shit, I knew it! Lights on meant trouble.

" You people are the worst hosts that have kidnapped me." If they could be actually called 'people'. He got up and made a sign for the guy to calm down. Dean was so weak he could barely stand, his weight seemed to be too much for his legs, not mentioning the fact he was still cold, sleepy and freaking hungry. " Easy big guy, I've playing nice so far, there is no need for that". He tried.

" We don't do things just out of necessity, we do things because we enjoy Dean, you should know that".

" Come on, I can barely stand, my hands are cuffed, I've been awake for almost two days in a row, it's not even close of a fair fight!" Of course he knew he had no chance against him. Not being as weak as he was, but Dean Winchester never made things easy either.

" Life isn't fair" He said and approached Dean.

" I'm not going down easy!" He affirmed.

As he said so, the guy prepared himself to hit Dean with the truncheon. The first stroke Dean managed to dodge. He used his bounded hands to punch the guy's face, which didn't seem to help a lot, as the dude didn't even flinch. The guy laughed at Dean's attempt as a matter of fact. A simple human being, the guy saw his try as something amusing.

Dean felt the guy's strong and huge hands by the way being wrapped around his throat. He felt his body being lift as he could no longer touch the floor. Abruptly the man slammed Dean's body against a wall, still holding him firmly by the neck, pinning him in the air. He was chocking once again, desperation was back as his lungs were running out of air.

His back was aching due to the impact against the wall and his shivering body still not recovered from the water situation cried for some rest. He felt like someone had hit his head with a hammer so much it hurt.

"Beating you up is not even fun". The guy said while Dean tried to get himself free from the dude's firm grip by kicking him everywhere his legs would reach.

The guy was surely not just a possessed person, he was way too strong.

He releases Dean making him fall on the floor gasping for air, for the second time on the same night.

Before Dean got any chance to react the guy uses the truncheon and hits him hard on his back, making him let out a loud scream. His face touched the floor with the stroke; Dean's mind was far away from fight, the pain he felt was all he could focus on. Taking advantage of Dean's body defenseless on the floor, he kick Dean's ribs making him wince, without pity he punches Dean's stomach causing him let out another scream, a louder one that filled the room. He observed Dean squirming in satisfaction.

" How does it feel uh…to be so weak? I see the Winchesters are not so good after all". He asks punching Dean's face.

" Please, stop". Dean mumbles disappointed with himself. His body was way too worn out to put up ant sort of fight.

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Sam's world was twirling. He was sitting at the corner of the room, embracing his knees and eyes closed. He hated to feel that way. He barely noticed the woman coming inside with a chair. His view was blurred, but he recognized her. She was the same woman from the corridor, the one who took his brother to the opposite direction.

She placed the chair in front of him and sat down calmly.

" Is my brother alive?" Sam's question comes out of his throat pitifully, he was begging for an answer. He couldn't distinguish things well because of the drug; however the image of the water going up, almost drowning his brother remained in his mind.

" Depends on what you define as alive. He's breathing if that's what you wanna know".

Sam didn't answer, nothing was making sense. He didn't even know if he was awake or not.

" You know Sam, if it wasn't for your especial gift, nothing bad would have happened to your family…it was all because of you". She began. Sam pretended not to listen.

That moment, the woman made a sign to the camera inside the room and the sound was turned on. Dean's scream began echoing in Sam's room, just like she wanted.

At the sound of Dean's voice, Sam reacted, he approached the woman furiously, rage taking over his actions. She remained calm.

" Dean! What are you doing to him?" He asked enraged.

" Me? Nothing. You're doing this to him Sam".

"Please, stop!" He heard Dean say right after another scream.

" Oh God, Dean". He closed his eyes, wishing to pass out. " Leave my brother alone!". Still with his eyes closed, he tries to focus on his brother, not successfully.

"You were our family's disgrace Sammy…listen to your brother's scream, you're torturing him". Sam opens his eyes at the sound of a new voice. He rubbed his eyes not believing what he was seeing, on the chair now, was sitting his mother, and she was blaming him. Her sweet voice had turned into heavy words.

" Look what you did to us. Your father became a stranger; he's no longer my John…my husband".

" Please, don't do this". Sam begged. The hallucinogen had him completely messed up.

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The guy had left Dean there, all bruised on the floor and left. The lights were turned off again.

Dean found himself crying, the tears coming down hot, on the cold skin of his face. He shrunk himself at the corner, his wrists bleeding because of the cuffs. All his body aching. His stomach had a huge purple bruise, so had his face. One of his ribs was probably broken and there was a sign around his neck where the guy had grabbed him.

He wanted to hold it back, but he couldn't. The tears were coming fiercely, so, he let it out.

He was being kept in the dark, not sure anymore that his father would find him, not in time anyway. As far as he was concerned, Jackie could be dead by now and Sam…who knows what the demons had told him after he saw Dean drowning. Dean wouldn't be surprised if Sam gave up his gift or his life to save his brother.

Dean lowered his head and closed his eyes, giving in to sorrow.

He didn't know he'd run out of tears until the sunrise. Every two hours, the bright light was turned on; hurting his eyes and the guy would come in to torture him. They used his fragile state to mess up with his mind and body, beating the hell out of him, shoving him hard on the floor and on the walls, kicking, punching, and hitting him with objects.

He could barely move and prayed for that to stop. The hours seemed to be shorter every time as he prayed for the lights to stay off.

" Yeah…then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel is just a freight train coming your way..." Metallica popped up in Dean's mind. Not that anything soothing would happen when they turned on the lights, but if there was anything that could calm him down, was to sing or murmur Metallica's song.

" 3…2…1" The lights turned on. His training gave him some skills that could come in hand sometimes. The system they chose to torture him was perfect, happening at precisely every two hours.

He glanced at the door to see the same big guy coming in. Dean had wiped his tears as much as could, he wouldn't allow any of them to see him crying.

This time, the guy came in holding a taser.

Fuck! That was just freaking great.

" You haven't tortured me enough yet". Dean said with a hoarse voice. His throat was so dry.

" What is it? Not enjoying yourself?" The guy asked. Dean hated how cocky those demons could be.

" Don't you guys ever sleep, you know…catch some z's…rest?" He needed some rest himself.

" Admit it Dean, you're not half of what people think you are. You're a worthless piece of shit".

" Funny, I was gonna say the same about you".

The man glanced at the camera and a few seconds after, another man came in. Dean's condition was pretty bad, and he could no longer try to stand up, he was aware his legs wouldn't hold his weight anymore, if his legs weren't broken by now. It had become hard to distinguish what exactly could be broken, everywhere was hurting badly.

The guy came from behind him, grabbed him by his collar and forced him into a standing position. Dean moaned at that, the slight movement hurt like a hell.

" Leave me the fuck alone, for crying out loud!" Weren't for the guy's strength holding him up, he'd fallen right back on the floor.

" Say it Dean…you're weak, worthless piece of shit".

" You…are a worthless piece…of shit". He managed to say with some sarcasm.

The taser came right on, the electricity in contact with his wet, freezing clothes, sending pain all over his body. Not even Dean knew, he still had the strength to scream as loud as did. The other was still guy holding him up tightly. Immediately he felt his body paralyzed. It was one side effect of that gun. For hours he wouldn't be able to move again. Not that he was moving too much before anyway.

" Say it".

" I'll say it…anything…but please…enough".

The taser came again. This time was way too much for him to put up with. He'd endured a lot for one night. Not even he knew how come he hadn't passed out from the pain before.

As he felt the electricity shooting pain through his body a second time, he lets out a involuntary scream and gives in to unconsciousness.

" He'll sleep now". The guy dropped his body on the floor and both leave the room.

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Dean's scream continue echoing in the room. Sam's desperation increasing second after second.

" Dean… became a thief…lost his innocence, his childhood, the chance of a normal life…he is not my little son anymore….he's a soldier, all because you Sam". The woman kept talking. Sam still saw his mother instead of the demon playing with his mind.

" Mom, please…don't say that…go help him! Don't hear his screams! Go help Dean…please!"

" I'll say it…anything…but please…enough". Sam heard his brother say again…his words always followed by his screams.

The room started spinning.

" Dean is dying Sam…I'm very disappointed.!" She stands up and slaps him on the face. " How could you do this to our family?"

Sam places his hands on his ears and squeezes his eyes shut. " Stop! I was just a baby! I didn't mean it… " " What's happening? What am I to do?"

Suddenly all got quiet, no more pleas, no more screams.

" Nothing, it's too late now. You just killed your brother".

" No, that can't be…cant be!"

The woman began walking out of the room. " Goodbye Sam"

Sam grabbed her arm. " Mom please…help me. What do I do?" Sam begged. Dean couldn't be dead.

" I think you have already done enough…don't you?" She said and left the room, locking the door.

Sam was left with Dean's scream echoing inside his head. Had that been real or not? Was it his shinning trying to say something or just an illusion? His mother was dead, but he'd seen her before, when they came back to their old house in Kansas.

He sat on the floor letting the tears come. " I'm so sorry Dean…I'm sorry…what have I done?"

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The sun was rising when she left the room. The guys were already waiting for her outside.

" He can't distinguish reality from illusion…he probably believes his brother is dead too".

" Dean passed out, he couldn't take the taser…I don't know how long he'll be asleep".

" It's ok. You did a great job, Sam heard all the screams".

Another demon came in interrupting the conversation. " The girl and her brother are here"

" Perfect". The woman said following leaving the room.

TBC…

Hi there! I was so gonna divide this chapter in two parts but, I have other plans for upcoming chapters so, there it was. Hope you enjoyed and please, please, let me know what you think! You know by now how much I value reviews ;) have a great weekend!