Dean's Point Of View

'Door two,' grinned Roberts. 'You sure you don't wanna push the button?'

'I don't see how it makes much difference,' grumbled Dean, rubbing his sore neck.

'It's quite simple, really,' said Roberts. 'If I push it, all rooms blow up, you push it, only one room does. Your pick.'

He picked up the control and gave it to Dean. Dean's hand was shaking furiously as he reached for the second button. Roberts's eyes clicked over in excitement as Dean got closer and closer.

'It's too hard!' yelled Dean.

'Dean, if you don't do it in the next five seconds, I swear I will,' Roberts snarled.

'Ok, ok,' said Dean. 'One…two…THREE!' He pushed the button.

The explosion was huge. The door was blown off it's hinges, the walls collapsed and the heat was unbearable. No one could've been able to survive it. As Dean shielded his face from flying debris, his gut dropped. Sam had been in that room. He could feel it. He had killed his own brother.

'OH GOD!' he yelled. 'SAMMY!' He dragged himself off the floor and ran towards the burning room, but strong arms pulled him back as dozens of "people" ran forward to extinguish the flames.

'Tome to see if you made the right choice Dean,' grinned Roberts. He pulled Dean over to the first door and unlocked it.

'Go on Dean, look inside,' sneered Roberts. 'If your brothers in there, he should be chained to the pole in the middle of the room, alive and well.'

Dean began taking deep breaths, and using all his strength, pushed open the door slowly.

'Sam?' he whispered. He swallowed a cry at the empty room.

'Next!' said Roberts, leading him to the fourth door. He unlocked it and shoved Dean forward into it.

'No,' Dean said firmly. 'NO! SAM ISN'T DEAD! HOW DO I EVEN KNOW HE WAS IN ONE OF THESE ROOMS!' He attempted to push past Roberts.

'You watch what you do,' threatened Roberts, gripping Dean's arm. 'I can prove to you he was in there.' He pulled Dean in front of the second room. And there, inside the blackened, destroyed room, chained to a metal pole was a human body, burnt beyond recognition.

'I'm a murderer,' Dean said softly. 'The one thing I was put on this planet to protect, and I blew him up.'

He didn't hear the gleeful laughing of Shapeshifters, he simply sank to his knees and cried.

Sam's Point Of View

Sam's back ached from leaning against the pole all night. His arms were numb, and his wrists bled from where he'd tried to remove the handcuffs. But Sam didn't care. All he wanted was to be with his brother. He actually missed him. When he'd gone off to collage, he thought the last thing he would ever need was his brother. But now, it was an entirely different story. Without Dean, he wasn't whole. He closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep, when an explosion went off to his left. He could feel the heat seep through the stone walls; he could feel the ground shake. And over that explosion, Sam could have sworn he'd heard his brother's cries for him.

'This could be the end, Sam,' a voice said from behind him. He craned his head around, to see Brooks enter the room, through a huge hole in the wall.

'How did you…' Sam questioned.

'Get in?' Brooks said, unlocking his left wrist. 'Get up. It's called a secret doorway. And if we don't get out of here in the next 30 seconds, we're both going to be blown to smithereens.' She dragged him away from the pole and re-cuffed him. She motioned for him to walk out through the secret door, just as a Shapeshifter entered, dragging a dead human.

'What's that for?' Sam said, a look of horror on his face.

'Oh, pfft, that's just one of the locals we killed for our little project here,' she smirked. 'So when Dean looks in this room after it's blown up, you know, he'll think it's you.' She watched as the shapeshifter cuffed the dead person to the pole in the same way Sam had been, before giving another smirk and pushing Sam through the door. It slid silently to a close behind them as they hurried to get away from the blast radius.

'Have a look at this Sam,' Brooks said after they were safely away from the room. She sat him in a chair and placed a small screen on his lap.

'This is our surveillance camera,' she said. 'And if you look closely, that there is your brother Dean, who thinks he has just blown you up.'

Sam watched in horror as he saw the room he had just been in getting blown up, then the look of despair on his brother's face. His eyes stung with tears as he watched Dean sink to his knees and cry.

'Your putting him through hell,' Sam cried out. 'Stop doing this! What have you achieved!'

Brooks took the screen away, and yanked Sam out of his chair. She half led and half dragged him towards an open door, and then pushed him inside. Sam glanced around the tiny room, noticing it had a bed.

'A bed?' he exclaimed. Brooks removed the cuffs and he turned to her. 'Why are you giving me a bed?'

'You'll find out soon enough,' Brooks said with a smug smile. Another Shapeshifter entered the room carrying a plate of food, and some water.

'I thought you were supposed to be making my life hell,' Sam said, warily looking at the food.

'Just eat and drink,' Brooks ordered. She and the Shapeshifter left, locking the door behind them. The only light came from the roof, through a sewerage grate; it was too high for Sam to reach. After checking the bed was clean, he sat down and picked up the glass of water, smelling and studying it carefully before taking a sip. The dryness in his throat gave in and he sculled the whole glass. He eyed the food; he had a choice of a piece of bread or a banana.

'Why are they feeding me!' he thought furiously. He wasn't hungry anyway. All of a sudden the world became a whirl, and Sam slowly lay down on the bed, falling into a deep sleep, unawares of the drug that had been placed in the water.

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