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Chapter 11 Hope you like it:)
Dean was all sweaty and gasping for air. One by one, he heard the cracking, one by one, he felt his fingers breaking. One sarcastic answer after other…his grin was beginning to fade from his face. After seven broken fingers he wasn't so sure if joking around was the best idea he could have come up with, after seven broken fingers, he had no more strength to scream, just moan and make a face revealing his pain.
The cuffs were tight and he could no longer fee his hands or his arms for that matter.
" What do you regret Dean?". His captor asked holding another finger, ready to break it.
Dean recalled another movie. The ones with people being kidnapped…some tried to remain calm, others would just freak out. When heroes were being tortured by their kidnappers in a movie, they remained as strong as they could…not to give the damn villain the satisfaction of achieving their goals.
Real life is a bitch though! He thought. Of course that having your fingers broken was painful…, he just didn't know how fucking painful that was.
" What am I supposed to regret?" Dean finally asked.
It didn't do much good though, his captor gave him a 'smart ass look' and Dean heard another cracking. One more finger, one more injury to his collection.
" Shit! What the hell do you want me to fucking say!" Dean snapped back angry.
" This is obviously not working" His captor said simply and left the room, leaving Dean confused about his last statement. The door was locked.
Dean's wrists were bloodied and beyond sore, his arms were numb, as was the rest of his body. His feet were still barely touching the floor, putting all Dean's weight to his arms.
This time he really was feeling weak, tired…his strength worn out…
He wished he'd just faint or something, anything would be better than staying half awake, like he was. He had his head hung, and his eyes closed. No sound could be heard…that made him wonder what the hell that thing was up to. There were things way worse and more painful than broken fingers.
What do I regret?. He flinched at that thought. He regreted a lot of things…and they had already talked about most of them. He needed to come up with something to say, before things got ugly for him.
At that point, he didn't have a clue if Sam knew where he was…if Sam had found a way to save him…if he still could count on Sam to get him out…or just accept what he was asked.
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Sam opened the door. The house was dark and silent. He turned on his flash light and held his gun firmly on his hands.
Taking a good look around, he noticed the house seemed to be well preserved, different from the other houses they'd been to.
The first room was a living room. There were two comfortable couches, a huge rug in the middle of the room. Frames of the family hung on the wall. Sam stopped for a moment to take a look at it.
Regular family…apparently he thought. The mother was still young as was the father and the children were no more than 5 and 7 years old. A boy and girl. The family they could've been. Sammy imagined. If the demon hadn't killed his mother. If his father hadn't turned them into little soldiers. 'If'…
There were several doors around and a stairway that led to another bunch of doors upstairs.
Great…like if I had all the time in the world.
" Dean!" he screamed. He knew the chances of an answer was almost none; he had to give it a shot anyway. Where are you?
He tried another door, still downstairs. He found a kitchen. Letting out a sigh, he tries another door, where he found a bathroom. This is gonna take me forever!
He decided to try upstairs. He found three bathrooms, then a library. The library was considerably big…with some shelves…separating the books by category. Romance, fiction, religion, philosophy and school books. It was so different from the books him and Dean used to read. John Winchester taught them about symbols, urban legends, guns, ghosts, etc…those were the books Sam and Dean were allowed to read.
The other room was a bedroom with double bed, which he assumed it was the parent's room.
Sam remembered what the man had said about the pact. The couple had died together, holding hands, on the bed. That bed.
Although Sam faced the creepiest creatures and the weirdest situations every week, he came to the conclusion that dying on the same day was one creepy story…more bizarre than love story actually. He didn't spot anything that indicated rituals or pacts in the room. No books with spells, no objects, candles…nothing out of regular. How had they managed to die together…was a mystery. Could have been an odd coincidence…or not.
The kid's room was like a sanctuary…the bedspread of the bed, the carpet, the toys…just like if they were gonna live there forever. There were dolls, balls, diaries, a music box, a baseball glove…and even some school books and a backpack.
Conservative parents…or lunatics.
Sam finished upstairs with some dismay…that house had to be the one…It couldn't be so regular…he went downstairs again to give it another try.
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Dean was practically asleep; his mind was miles away from his reality. He needed to focus in something else, forget about the pain…so he did. He went back to the good moments, the few good moments of his childhood and adolescence.
If there was something Dean had gotten pretty good at along the years, was to find a way to dodge his mind from body pain. Almost as if he could get out of his body and take his mind somewhere else.
His captor got back in the room holding a knife. He saw Dean, with his head hung down, eyes closed, not moving.
He smiled at his sight. Dean was giving in…losing the strong façade.
" You just gave me a better idea Dean". He whispered to himself when he realized Dean hadn't noticed his presence.
His captor put the knife aside for a moment and goes outside again to shortly return with a bucket and a shock device.
Smiling evilly at his victim, he throws the water on Dean's whole body and face, soaking his clothes and hair.
Dean wakes up in a jumpy kinda way, moaning and shaking.
Notwithstanding being woken up like that, the water was extremely cold, freezing as matter of fact, just like the water from a frozen lake.
" Son…of…a..bitch…" Dean said clenching his teeth. The cold clothes were making his body freeze little by little.
" No sleeping Dean, this is not a hotel".
" I …noticed…th..the..crapy..service" He said barely being able to keep his eyes opened.
" Let's try that conversation one more time, shall we?" His captor said waving the shock device to Dean.
" Yay…now…we…hav…have a …party". Shit! I'm screwed.
" I'm sure you know what this little toy can do right?" The thing asked approaching Dean.
" Sure. It can…rock.. a guy's…world". He said. Yeah, he knew exactly what that device could do.
The torture he'd been through with the Benders was welcome now…that hot poker wasn't nice…however, due to his recent experience with electronic discharges, which cost the life of an innocent person to save his own, he wasn't very anxious for a shock therapy.
Sam had had good intentions by taking him to that healer…and Dean had gotten so angry at him for that. If he was in Sam's shoes, probably he'd have done the same thing.
Definitely, the poker would be just fine.
" Let's begin. What do you regret Dean?". His captor asked, the device prepared in his hands.
" How about…you gimme… some..time..to think…about it" Dean tried when his mind went blank.
What the hell? He was trained to lie, when he needs his skill the most, it betrays him. Perhaps his nervousness was the reason. When the shock device met his eyes, all he could think about was that day…that hospital… Sam's promise of helping him…the dread of having a countdown for the end of his won life. For sure, that could scare a guy out of his wits.
" Wrong answer". Saying no more his captor pressed the device against Dean's chest, giving him a hell of a shock.
Dean found again the strength to scream, the wet and freezing clothes, of course, just made it all worse. The few seconds he felt the device on his body, seemed a lot more to him.
" I'm losing my patience Dean". His words were cold and calm. Dean already looked like shit, all the bruises and blood…his shivering. Dean was exactly like his captor wanted.
" I swear…I'll find a way…to kick …your sorry…ass" Dean gasped. Even if that means kicking my own!
His captor sneered at him. " I don't think so…we both know…you can't kill me"
Saying so, he pressed the device against Dean's chest one more time, keeping there a couple of seconds longer, making Dean scream in agony.
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Sam was totally lost inside the house, looking for a hidden door…anything that would lead him to some room where he hoped to find Dean.
There was no sign of life upstairs; therefore, there should be something downstairs.
He touched the walls, removed the paintings, pressed every single switch…nothing.
Please…it has to be right house. He pleaded to...whoever might be listening. He had lost a lot of precious time in that house. Time he didn't even know if he had. Dean could be already dead by now, or considering it.
Sam was almost giving up and leaving the place, when he heard a scream. Dean's scream.
" Dean?" He tried again. But the scream seemed oppressed and a little distant. So, there was a tiny possibility that his brother would hear his call.
Frenetically Sam began looking for the source of the scream. Fast he touched the switches again…again he found nothing.
Right after the first, Sam heard a second scream, a longer, more desperate scream. One that sent chills down his spine. Dean was in serious trouble to scream like that.
Finally, he looked to the big rug under his feet.
So obvious Sam! He removed the rug…and there it was, a secret hatch…that's why the sound was so oppressed. Quickly, Sam got it opened. More steps. He took a deep breath, held his gun and began going down the stairs.
The place was oddly lighted, usually places like that were dark, and full of spider's web all over.
The stairs led him to a room. The room was well equipped with several gadgets, a fridge, a knife collection, ropes, cuffs, chains, a shower, a sleeping bag and a stove.
Gee! Sam thought. For a regular house, a room like this was quite unusual. This room also had another door. Sam didn't even lose his time checking if the door was locked or not, he simply kicked door, as strong as he could…and it opened.
Sam's jaw dropped when he saw Dean, chained that way, all wet, hurt, tired… the other Dean, smiling, holding the shock device.
Dean…The words wouldn't come out of Sam's mouth…shock tactics…he also recalled that day.
"Bravo Sam, bravo! You found us…just in time for the show".
Dean immediately had a response to his brother's name. With some effort, he raised his head. "Sam" he whispered.
Was he happy Sam had found him? Now, he wasn't so sure…not if that thing attempted to put his little brother to the same treatment.
Sam aimed his gun to the thing, forgetting all about the nun's words. " Leave my brother alone". He said firmly.
The thing grinned at Sam." Is that all you've got for me?"
All of sudden, Dean's captor was standing behind Sam, holding Sam's gun.
Sam didn't even notice or saw when the gun abruptly went from his hands to that thing's hand, and eventually, the gun was aimed to his head.
" No…please…I'll talk…you win ok…I'll say whatever…you want". Dean said when he saw Sam also becoming a target.
" Too late, your time is up Dean…I have another question for you". The thing sneered.
" Dean don't! Don't give up like that!" Sam shouted, the nun's words were echoing in his head. All he could do was to guide Dean…the rest wasn't up to him.
The thing pressed the gun hard to Sam's head. " Quiet Sammy…no talking, no prayers in Latin…unless you want to see your brother over there, getting another shock". Sam swallowed hard.
The thing then glared at Dean. " And you Dean…you'd better play along, or the last thing you'll see, will be your brother's brain spread all over this floor".
I was going to keep writing and make this chapter a little longer, but, I decided to leave the other part for chapter 12, which might be the last…not sure yet.
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