Brooks drew her hand back, her eyes clicking back to normal.
'Do you know how good that feels,' she commented. She eyed Dean, whose head was hanging low, whose body no longer had strength in it. 'It sends so much pain through your body, but keeps you conscious.' She lifted his head, staring him in the eyes. 'I can make it go away, for now,' she whispered. 'All you have to do is tell me you're brothers dead, and you killed him.'
With all the effort he could muster, Dean whispered 'No'.
Brooks eye's narrowed, and she punched him in the face. Dean groaned, and coughed up some blood. She continually punched him, hitting wherever appealed to her.
'Stop, please,' moaned Dean.
'It'll stop when you tell me what I want to hear,' she said, shoving her foot into his chest. She paused. 'You know, I should've thought of this earlier.' She took a step back, then kicked, her foot connecting as a direct hit with Dean's male parts.
'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' he cried. 'No-one does that! That's so wrong!'
'Oh, get over it,' she said, rolling her eyes, before connecting a high kick with Dean's temple. He slumped over, unconscious.
'Goodnight Dean,' she murmured. She grabbed a walkie-talkie that was sitting near by.
'Bring him in.'
The door opened and Sam was pushed in, tripping over and landing in a heap on the floor. He moaned at the pain in his leg and struggled to stand. His eyes wandered around the room, settling on Dean.
'DEAN!' Sam yelled, attempting to run over to his brother. 'DEAN! OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!'
Brooks stepped in front of him, gun raised. 'Don't take another step.' Sam stopped, glaring at her, before looking at his brother. Dean had bruises on every inch of skin visible, and a large gash on his temple.
'Please be ok Dean,' Sam murmured to himself. He was barely conscious of his surroundings as Brooks dragged him to the other side of the room. She shackled him in the same fashion as Dean, and grabbed her knife again. Sam wasn't as strong as Dean as Brooks carved her symbol into his back, crying out loud in pain. Brooks stepped back; observing Sam, before taking her knife and plunging it into the same spot Sam had been shot. He screamed in agony as she imbedded the knife deeper and deeper into the wound. Finally Brooks stopped and yanked the knife back out. Tears were pouring down Sam's face as blood gushed from his leg.
'Having fun Sam?' Brooks asked, her face smiling in content. 'It's not over yet…'
Striding over to her table of goodies, she selected a large leather strap.
'Oh, this is gunna be fun!' she exclaimed. She moved behind Sam, and began whipping his back. 10, 20, 30…they kept coming. Sam could barely stand it, tears still running down his face. He finally let his breath go as she stopped at 40.
'It's over,' he thought. 'Thank god it's over.'
Brooks moved to his front. 'You think it's over Sam? Think again.'
She hit his front 40 times, each hit causing more and more grief for Sam. When she had finished, she inspected the ugly welts that had formed on his skin.
'That'll be sore tomorrow,' she commented. She closed her eyes, pressing her hand to her head, then touched Sam, letting loose the volts of electricity that had hurt Dean so much. Sam gasped for air; he couldn't breathe, his chest was so tight, he thought that it would never end…but it did, and Brooks shuddered with excitement when she withdrew her hand.
'I hope you had fun Sam,' she laughed. 'That's it…till next time.' She picked up a metal bar from the ground, and swinging with all her might connected with Sam's head.
'What a wimp,' she scoffed.