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By the time it was over, Dean felt drained – both physically and emotionally. His muscles screamed in pain from all the pulling and tension he put them through, his eyes burned, and worse of all was the pain in his throat: it hurt to even swallow.
His heart thudded anxiously as he saw the two doomed men uncuff his brother. Sam had lost consciousness at some point during the ordeal, and now he swung limply into their arms. They dragged his dead weight back to the far end of the room, near Dean, and dropped him, face down on the floor. After that, they proceeded to re-cuff his hands. Dean watched the scene in silence, he hadn't moved a muscle, and Daniel smiled in approval.
"I see you've learned your lesson."
Dean refused to look at him, refused to listen to his voice. He knew if he did, he'd lose it, and who knows what else they might do to Sam if he did. So, he wisely ignored the man and kept staring at the still figure of his brother. The men, done with their job, stepped away after nodding confirmedly at Daniel.
"You can get clean water from that sink and clean his back. I'll be back shortly with more stuff you'll need."
Dean kept staring down at his brother, his face a mask of stone. Only after the sound of their footsteps faded away, did he move.
He crawled to the motionless figure of his brother and paused as he took in the bloody mess on his back. Dean swallowed and turned his head away from the sight. He felt tears of frustration and anger burn his eyes and blinked them angrily away. He took a shaky deep breath and carefully cradled Sam's head in his lap, gently caressing his brother's head and brushing the stray bangs out of his forehead. "Sammy, can you hear me? You're going to be all right, bro."
A slight moan escaped Sam's lips but he remained unconscious and unaware of his brother's ministration.
Dean knew he couldn't avoid looking at Sam's back forever. He had to clean those wounds or his brother's life will be in danger. He eased Sam's head gently on the floor and after looking around he spotted Sam's discarded shirt laying on the floor. He crawled, lifted it off the floor, tore it into strips, and then got to his feet and headed to the sink; the chains making his movement hard but not impossible. After dousing few strips in the cool water, he returned back to his brother and started to clean the wounds on his back dutifully.
Sam moaned and turned his head as he felt burning pain flare through his back. "Shh, it's okay, Sammy. Sorry I hurt you. It's almost over, buddy." Dean mumbled as he continued to tend to his brother's injured back. Some of the wounds looked really bad and Dean really feared they'd get infected, but he had nothing but water to use, so he bit his lip and continued with his task.
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Dean heard the familiar creak and raised his head to stare angrily at the intruder. Daniel made his way to half the room then stopped. He looked at the rage swimming plainly in Dean's eyes and smiled. "Something you wanna say to me, boy?"
Dean pursed his lips, his hands shaking as he struggled to contain his emotions.
When Dean remained quiet, Daniel nodded in approval. "Yeah, you sure got your first lesson."
The man threw something at Dean, "There's a needle and thread inside, in case any of those wounds need stitching. There's also some whiskey to clean them up with and a bottle of antibiotics in there. One pill every six hours. You better do a good job. I don't want him dead," with that Daniel left and Dean watched the man disappear lividly.
The minute the man left Dean grabbed the bag that was thrown at him and fished through it. He got the stuff out and set them in front of him, then he glanced dreadfully back at his brother. He didn't like this but he was actually glad for the extra stuff to treat his brother with.
Dean sighed brushed more stray bangs out his brother's face and proceeded to pour some whiskey on Sam's back. He had to hold his brother down as Sam suddenly came awake with a gasp and tried to turn over.
"Easy, Sammy," Dean tried to sound calm as he spoke to his brother, "It's all right."
"D-Dean?"
"Yeah, Sammy," Dean continued to stroke Sam's hair to calm his brother down.
Sam settled down under his brother's touch and even raised his head to flash him a weak smiled.
"Sammy, listen," Dean hated doing this but he knew he has to. He was just hoping Sam would stay unconscious through the whole deal, "I need to clean your back, and uh, some of those slashes are really bad, so I need to stitch them up."
"Okay."
"I'm really sorry, man."
"For what?"
Dean paused, "For putting you through this."
"'S not your fault," Sam told him before he hissed and gritted his teeth as another wave of pain hit him when Dean poured more whiskey on his back.
Dean didn't argue. He picked up the needle and thread, "Ready, Sammy?"
Sam nodded, bit down on his lip, and buried his face between his arms, readying himself for the pain to come.
Dean drew in a much needed breath before sliding the needle under his brother's skin and starting on the awful task.
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After he was done, Dean leaned back and stared at his handy work. He swallowed thickly at the ugly sight before him. He hated to admit it, but Sam's back will not look the same anymore. He'll always be reminded about what happened here this night – about what he allowed to happen.
"How bad is it?"
Dean sighed and patted his brother on the shoulder. Sam was still laying on his stomach, arms folded beneath him, his voice weak and pain filled, but at least he was coherent. Dean didn't like the heat he felt radiating from his brother's body.
"You'll live."
"That bad, huh?"
Dean smiled at his brother's attempt at humor.
"You'll be fine."
"Can I get some water?"
"Yeah, sure." Dean looked around. There was nothing to use as a cup, well, except for the now empty whiskey bottle. Dean took it and walked back to the sink. After washing the bottle, he filled it up with water and returned to his brother's side. "Here you go, Sammy."
"It's Sam," but the truth was he didn't mind Dean calling him Sammy anymore.
Sam lifted himself up with a grunt, and Dean putting an arm under his brother's chest helped with the task. After draining half the bottle away, Sam gave it back. Dean hesitated.
"What?" Sam asked, perplexed.
"That son of a bitch gave me some pills, said they were antibiotics. I'm not sure if we should trust him on that though."
Sam nodded, "I won't take them then. I feel fine."
Dean scratched his head, "I guess that's better," then he looked down at his brother, "How you feeling?"
"I feel fine."
"Yeah, right," Dean snorted. He knew his brother was anything but fine right now, "Why don't you try and get some rest, huh kiddo?"
Dean watched as Sam did just that. Still laying on his stomach, Sam laid his head on his arms and closed his eyes. A short while later, his brother's rhythmic breathing indicated he had fallen into sleep.
Dean closed his eyes, and eased himself against the wall tiredly. He knew he couldn't sleep as his mind was swirling with thoughts and disturbing memories.
He had to get his brother out of this place.
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The loud creak woke Dean with a start. Had he fallen asleep!
He glanced quickly at his brother and noticed that he was struggling to come awake. He noted the flushed skin, Sam was probably running a fever, which was not good.
"Hey, Sammy," Dean put a hand on his brother's forehead and his suspicion was confirmed.
"D-Dean? What time is it?"
"Don't worry about that, buddy." Dean glanced up from his obviously delirious brother to stare at the new occupants of the room.
This time there were five people including Daniel and the two previous goons.
"Good morning!"
Dean's only reply was a killing stare Daniel's way. Dean glanced quickly at his brother when Sam began to moan. "Easy, Sammy."
Sam was on his hands and knees trying to find a comfortable upright position. He felt Dean's arms go around him and leaned gratefully on his brother as Dean lifted and positioned him the most comfortable way possible. "How's that?"
"'S Good."
"So, that's them."
Dean looked up at the strange tall man staring intently at them.
Daniel nodded, "Yeah," and then pointing at Sam he added, "and that's the one."
The tall man approached Sam, and Dean instinctively positioned himself in front of his brother, sending the man a warning glare.
"Hmm."
"Sorry about that," Daniel offered quickly as he walked to the wall and yanked Dean's chains hard, the force, pulling Dean backward and stealing his breath away. Dean growled dangerously and sent more killing glares Daniel's way.
The strange man stepped slowly toward Sam.
Sam blinked as the man's face leaned close to his own, and felt the man's eyes bore into him, studying every part of his body.
"So you're the special one!"
Sam said nothing. The man grabbed his chin and lifted it gently, studying Sam's face intently. "You don't look special," and then to Daniel, "He's running a fever."
"You gave him the pill right?" Daniel demanded from Dean, but Dean continued to ignore him.
Daniel went to the bag, took out the bottle of pills, and spilling them into his hand, he began to count. When done, he looked up, "You didn't give it to him!"
"You think I trust you enough to give my brother those strange pills!"
Daniel shook his head and headed toward Sam. He took the bottle of water and handed it to him. Sam took it. Then he handed him a pill. "Take it, boy."
Sam didn't. Daniel snorted. "It's for your own good."
Sam still refused to take the pill. "You know what could happen to your brother if you refuse to take it, right?"
Sam frowned at him, and Daniel smiled. "You want him to get the same treatment you got yesterday?"
Sam swallowed. Daniel offered the pill again and this time Sam took it.
"You son of a bitch," Dean hissed under his breath.
"Did you say something boy?"
Dean kept his mouth shut.
"Now swallow it."
Sam put the pill in his mouth, took two sips from the bottle and swallowed. Daniel grabbed his chin and inspected his mouth. "Good boy!"
A tray containing two sandwiches and two cokes was then placed on the floor. "Enjoy your meals, boys."
After they were alone, Sam glanced at his brother. Dean glanced back and sighed. "I don't know about you Sam, but I'm starved."
Sam smiled, "I guess I'm hungry too."
Dean handed Sam a sandwich and took a bite of the other one. They ate in awkward silence.
"Dean?"
"Hmm?"
"Why would anyone want to buy human beings? I mean, aside from slavery and stuff, why would anyone want to buy us?"
"We'd make pretty bad slaves," Sam mumbled between bites.
"Yeah, and I mean, who wants to buy a guy with freaky visions? It's not like I have visions about winning lottery numbers or anything. I have visions about people frickin dying! And I can't even move stuff properly."
"I don't know, Sam."
"You think there's a way out of here?"
"Of course there is. We just have to find it fast. I'm beginning to really hate it here."
"Me too."
They smiled at each other.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm really glad you're here with me."
"Huh?"
"I can't imagine facing this alone."
Dean just stared at the wall, not sure how to respond.
Sometime later, two men came in, made sure Sam took another pill, left another meal and walked away with, "Get yourselves ready. Tomorrow, your training starts."
The brothers exchanged a look. 'What training? And how in hell are they supposed to get themselves ready?'
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Sam heard voices, annoying voices that kept penetrating his subconscious. He wanted to go back to sleep but the noise made it impossible for him to do so, so he sighed and blinked his eyes open lazily. "Dean?" and then his eyes snapped open to their fullest extent.
His brother was being dragged away, in chains.
"Sam, it's okay," Dean tried to reassure his terrified brother as he was being pushed up the stairs and to the door.
"DEAN!" Sam cried and tried to climb to his feet, but strong arms held him down and pushed him back. "Easy there, you're not going anywhere."
"Wh-where are you taking him?"
"His training starts today," Daniel's voice came from his left, "and so is yours."
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