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Locked up

Chapter eight

The guard swung the whip down hard on Sam's back. His head flew back and he cried out from the unexpected pain, he then clenched his teeth and braced himself against the additional lashes, determined not to give them the pleasure of seeing his pain. Dean flinched as each blow ripped a strip of flesh from his brother's back. When it was finally over ten thin bloody welts ran down Sam's back. They then cut him down and he collapsed into their arms and was drug back to the isolation room.

"Let this be a lesson to anyone who tries to escape." The guard shouted over to the convicts. "Now get back to your cells."

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and angrily wiped at the tears that ran down his face as he watched them drag his brother away.

"They'll pay for this Sammy, I promise you." Dean said to himself, but as he turned to walk away Marlin walked over to him.

"I love me an injured man, gets me all turned on." Marlin said as he walked next to him. Dean kept walking, trying to ignore him. He couldn't afford to get into another fight, not with Sam in trouble. He was beginning to wonder if the warden had put Marlin up to harassing them in order to intimidate him into committing the burglaries. When Dean didn't respond Marlin continued to taunt him. "I can almost taste him. I'm going to have my name tattooed onto his chest, to show that he's mine. And after I'm done with him I'm going to sell him to the highest bidder each night and make me a little money off of him."

As much as Dean tried to ignore him his temper got the best of him and he spun around and grabbed Marlin by his collar.

"If you hurt him in anyway I swear I'll kill you!" He said through clenched teeth then walked away.

Isolation room

Sam was dragged into the isolation room and dropped onto the floor; his jumpsuit was tossed in next to him. He then listened as they locked the door behind him. He lay on the floor for a few minutes then rolled onto his side; his back felt like it was on fire. He shut his eyes and took a couple of deep breath waiting for the pain to ease. He hoped Dean had agreed to the warden's offer and that he was now or soon would be safely out of the prison. His only hope was that Dean would find help and come back for him. He lay on the floor shivering in the cold damp cell wondering if they were going to send anyone in to treat his wounds. He didn't want to get dressed only to have to go through the humiliation of undressing again. When no one showed up, he got up slowly and stepped into the pants of the jumpsuit. He then painfully tried to pull the top up over his slashed back. He shut his eyes and winced as he pulled the zipper up. Sam then slowly walked over and sat on the cot in the room. He carefully lay down and rolled onto his side, the only comfortable position he could find then lay there shivering on the cot wondering how Dean was making out and hoping he would be okay.

Later after lights out

Dean was quietly removed from his cell, given his clothes back, and given keys to a car that was parked outside the prison. He was then given instructions on what he was to look for in each of the houses. Then, with the assurance that his brother wouldn't be hurt any further he left.

His first stop was at his car parked in front of the police station. He knelt down next to it and felt under the back tire wheel well. He smiled to himself as he pulled out the small magnetic box, opened it, and took out a spare key. He then opened the car and reached into a hidden compartment under the seat and pulled out their dad's journal. He would have given anything to have his dad there with him now. He fought back the feelings of both worry and loneliness as he paged through it till he came to a list of addresses and phone numbers of contacts in different states his dad knew. He then turned to the section on Georgia and went through the list of names and wrote down a few he thought might be able to help him. One, a senator from the state, he decided to try first. He took his spare cell phone out of the car and called, then shook his head in disbelief when all he got was his voice mail. What else could go wrong he wondered? He left a message saying that he was John Winchester's son and explained what was going on at the prison. He told the senator he was going to the state police barracks and would try to get them to listen to him and would appreciate it if the Senator would intervene in his behalf. He asked him to please help him that his brother's life depended on it. Next he took out a map and found the closest state police station he could find then headed toward it.

State Police Barracks

He entered the barracks and asked to talk to someone. They led him into a back room where two state troopers sat filling out forms.

"May we help you?" One of them said looking up.

Dean explained to them what had happened to him and Sam since they were falsely arrested. They listened but didn't react to anything he said; only glanced at each other occasionally.

"You got to help me get my brother out of there." He said when he was finished.

"I never heard they were having any trouble up at the prison."

"Well they are. They asked how much money my family has; I think they were originally going to try to extort money from my family in order to get us out of the prison. Then when they found out we didn't have any, they decided to hold my brother and get me to help them out with the burglaries."

"Well…it's going to take a while to look into this."

"I don't have a while I have to get back there tonight! If I don't, they're going to hurt my brother!"

"Tonight! There's no way we can get a team in there tonight."

"Let me go back, wire me or something and I'll get the warden to talk about it on tape…..I got to get back there!"

"Look, we can't just send you in there, we don't operate that way."

Dean started to head for the door.

"Well I'm going back. They'll hurt him if I'm not back by daybreak."

"Hold on a second. After what you told us we can't just let you walk out of here."

"You got to, they got my brother!"

"Sorry." The officer nodded to the other officer who stepped in front of the door.

"Hey, you can't hold me, I didn't do anything." Dean could feel his heart pounding through his chest. "You guys are involved in this aren't you?" He looked at them suspiciously.

"No, we're not involved in this but we can't just go storming over to the prison without warrants and stuff….Sorry but we need to get approval before we investigate."

"Don't you understand we don't have time! If I'm not back there tonight with the loot from the houses….my brother could die!"

TBC