Throwing the blood-spotted bar on the ground, Brooks went to release Sam, but heard a groan from Dean. She whipped around, and strode over to him. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, and she frantically looked for a way to prevent him from seeing Sam. Her eyes settled on some cloth and she lunged at it, quickly blindfolding him.
'That was close,' she muttered. She moved back over to Sam, and released him from the shackles. He fell in a heap on the floor, and she lifted him up onto her shoulder and left the room with him. Roberts was waiting outside and she handed Sam over to him, before going back to Dean. He had a bit more strength than before and was struggling to his hearts content.
Something inside her jumped with guilt, and she clutched at where her heart should be, bending over in pain. Looking at all the cuts and bruises on him made her sick. It shouldn't…Shapeshifters don't have feelings. But as quickly as it came, it went away. She sighed with relief, before ripping the blindfold off Dean.
'Having fun there?' she laughed.
'What do you want from me?' Dean yelled. 'If your gunna kill me just do it already! I'm sick of waiting to die!'
Brooks eyes narrowed. 'You know what I want, Dean. Just tell me that Sam is dead and that you killed him.'
'NO!' Dean screamed. 'I WON'T! HE'S NOT DEAD! HE CAN'T BE!'
'Say it Dean!' Brooks said, raising her voice. 'You know it's true so just SAY IT!'
'NO!'
'Fine, you wanna play it this way?' Brooks said. 'Coz I can play too.' She went over to her table and grabbed a taser. 'I'm warning you Dean, I'm not afraid to use it. SAY IT!'
'I WON'T! IT'S NOT TRUE!' He screamed in pain as Brooks zapped him. Time seemed to slow down, before Brooks finally stopped.
'Say it,' she said in a low tone. Dean coughed up some more blood. He just stared at her with hatred. She zapped him again, doing it for longer this time. Dean thought his whole body would explode; there was so much pain. When she had finished again, he threw up.
'Dean, it stops when you say it,' Brooks said, in a bored tone. 'And you have to mean it.'
Dean went to shake his head no, but something inside stirred, breaking his heart.
'Oh god…' he whispered. 'I killed him…Sam is dead and I killed him.' His eyes widened slightly as his brain registered what he had said. He shook his head unbelievingly, but something inside him told him it was true.
Brooks grinned. 'Say it again.'
Dean's voice was stronger. 'Sam is dead and I killed him.'
'Repeat it,' Brooks hissed, her eyes glowing with excitement.
'Sam is dead and I killed him. SAM IS DEAD AND I KILLED HIM!' Dean screamed. It was at that moment that Dean started crying again for his dead brother, and Brooks knew she had broken him. She had succeeded; Dean didn't believe Sam was alive.
'Come on Dean,' she said in a soothing voice. 'Let's get you out of here.' She released him from the shackles and he stood, legs shaking, his hand on her shoulder for support. They slowly walked out of the room, and she led Dean to a new room, one with a bed.
'There you go,' she soothed, settling him onto the bed. 'There's some food over there if you feel like it.'
Dean just nodded numbly. He had already forgotten the torture Brooks had put him through; he had no hard feelings for her. He curled up on the bed, finally closing his eyes and falling asleep.
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ok those two chaps will have to last u the weekend...i'm going away and wont b back until sunday/monda. R & R as always
Nikki