A/N

Sorry for the delay. This is the draft copy only. I'm currently rewriting the whole thing and will probably replace it in few days. Crappy I know. Now you know what my drafts look like. There will be few changes and some deleted + added parts. Hopefully it will be better than this.

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A hard push from behind sent Dean sprawling to the ground unhindered. A frustrated grunt escaped his mouth even before he hit the dirt, his shackled hands flying forth in an attempt to break his fall.

He heard few amused snickers coming from behind before someone leaned over him and began to remove his blindfold.

Dean squinted against the sunlight and after some serious blinking he finally looked ahead and... gawked. He skillfully masked the panic he felt and swallowed thickly as he continued to stare ahead. 'Damn, this was bigger than he thought!'

Just before him lay an open field – very large - surrounded by walls and full of men in his position: shackled and battered. The scene seemed to freeze as everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at the young Winchester. Dean stared back, eyebrows furrowed.

"Need help getting up, friend?" The guard snickered as he offered Dean a hand. Dean glared at it for a second, trying to decide what to do with the offered hand.

"A new addition?" A man, neatly dressed in a blue uniform approached, his eyes scanning Dean, indicating that he meant him by the question.

"Yes, Captain," one of the guards that were taunting Dean replied respectively. The captain nodded and turned to Dean.

"An advice, young man: around here, if someone offers you help you better take it, because chances are you won't get that offer again," the captain told Dean as their eyes locked. The coldness underneath the man's eyes almost made Dean shiver.

"Thanks for the tip, ... captain."

The captain nodded and smiled down at Dean, "What's your name, boy?"

"What's yours?"

The captain smiled again, as he took a knife out of his pocket and flipped it around, "An attitude, huh?"

Dean glared at him, eyes unwavering.

"But you're right... it isn't important – your name I mean."

Again the chuckles came from behind, this time deeply unsettling Dean. His throat went suddenly dry.

The men around, still looked at him interestingly. Dean felt like he was the center of attention and he didn't like it.

"In this place your name means nothing," the captain continued, "because, I'm giving you a new one."

Dean frowned but before he could say anything two men grabbed his arms from behind. Dean struggled feebly as they tore his shirt off his back and whirled him around, pinning him skillfully to the ground, face down.

Dean's heart began to race and he cursed under his breath softly. A moment later he screamed.

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Sam shifted uneasily. "What do you mean by training?"

Daniel smiled, "You'll find out as soon as 'the professor' arrives."

"The professor!"

"Um hm," Daniel replied mildly before turning to one of the two guards occupying the room, "Where the hell is he?"

"He's coming," the guard assured.

Daniel turned to Sam, "Now listen, you better do what you're told, if you know what's best for you. I want to hear good things from the professor, understand?"

Sam blinked at the man. Daniel was about to say something else when the door creaked open once again. "And here he is!" Daniel announced merrily.

Sam frowned as he stared at the young man in a suit and glasses making his way toward them.

"Have I mentioned how much I hate this place?" the young man murmured as he adjusted his glasses nervously.

"You have, many times, if I may add."

"Yeah well, you never seem to listen," the young man turned his attention to Sam then and narrowed his eyes, studying him.

Sam was uncomfortable and tried to find a less painful position, his back was bothering him.

"So, that's him?"

"Yeah, that's him," Daniel told the young man and then turned to Sam, "Sam, this is the professor, he'll be the one, uhh, monitoring you for awhile."

Sam said nothing as he stared at the professor.

The professor sighed, "Will you leave us now, so I could start?"

Daniel nodded, "Sure."

"You two stay," the professor ordered the two guards, "Put him on the table."

Sam swallowed already establishing that the guy was talking about him.

The two guards approached and pulled Sam to his feet. Sam grunted at the pain and bit his lip in an attempt to swallow his discomfort.

The professor frowned as he saw that, "Is there something I should know?"

One of the guards shrugged, "He had a whipping," he said as he revealed Sam's shredded back.

The professor looked unhappy, "And you were planning on telling me anytime soon?" He sighed as he dug into the brown case he had with him and extracted a syringe and a small bottle of clear liquid.

The two guards dragged Sam to the metal table and forced him down, strapping his hands and ankles to the table. Sam was so concentrated on controlling the pain that was shooting through his back to struggle. Once he was strapped and secured, the guards released him and Sam was left bitting his lips and trying so hard to stifle the hisses of pain that roamed his mind.

"Relax," the professor approached with the syringe and Sam glared at the object worriedly, "Don-" but before he could say more the needle was jammed into his arm and the mysterious liquid it contained traveled through his veins in rapid speed.

"Uhh," Sam closed his eyes against the burning sensation. When he opened them again the professor was staring down at him, his eyes full of curiosity.

"What did you give me?" Sam asked slurrily.

"It's something to help with the pain. Is it better?"

"Umm," Sam confirmed as he blinked at the man before him.

The professor smiled at him and circled the table, his eyes never leaving the young Winchester. "Okay Sam, do you know why I'm here?"

"No."

"I'm here to help you."

"Sure you are," Sam sighed as his voice became more slurry and a numbing sensation began to spread through his body.

"It's true," the professor continued, "I'm here to help you, and if you help me Sam, you and I could become the best of friends."

Sam just stared at the man.

"You are special my friend, that's why you're going to have a special training. The others... they don't have this privilege. Your brother doesn't have this privilege."

Sam tried to wiggle his weight, checking to see if his limps still worked, "I'm not your friend."

"You will be. Actually, I think I will be the only friend you'll have in this place. So why don't we start by ..."

"Tell me what you want from me."

The professor didn't seem happy at being interrupted, but he didn't say anything about it, "I told you, I want to help you, Sam."

"Help me? How?" Sam wanted to sound angry but his voice came out weak and slurry, the effect of the drug he had been given.

"By guiding you," the man beamed enthusiastically , "Helping you control your abilities and develop them."

Sam shuddered and scowled up at the man. "And if I don't want that?"

The professor glared at him as he inched closer until his face was close Sam's, "Have you even thought about it Sam? Don't think about what those people want from you.. think about what you want. Do you really want to be controlled by your own abilities?"

The professor's voice seemed to echo in Sam's mind, the voice coming from far away yet he was unable to ignore. "They scare me," Sam blurted before he could stop himself. For some reason he was unable to control the words that were coming out of his mouth.

The professor smiled, "It's okay to be scared of them Sam, but don't let your fear hold you back and blind you." He put his hand on Sam's head and brushed back his hair in a gentle gesture, "You were given these abilities for a reason Sam. They are a gift and you are letting them destroy your life where you can use them to make it better."

Sam shook his head, "I don't want-"

"Let me ask you this," the professor cut him off calmly, "were there times when you wished you could use and control those abilities of yours, for any reason?"

Sam licked his lips, but couldn't stop himself from blurting the next word, "Yes."

"When was that?"

"When Dean was in danger."

"Dean? Is he your brother?"

"Yes."

"Sam," the professor held the young hunter's eyes, "why don't you tell me more about this incident?"

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The pain was still there even after the hot iron was removed from his arm, and Dean was left writhing in pain and desperately trying to stifle his own moans, but as the reality of what had happened hit him, the pain was instantly overstepped by utter horror at having been just branded like an animal.

"So," the captain, regarded him with a cold smile as he lit a cigarette, "how do you like your new name... K64?"

Dean managed to lift his head and stare up at the man eye to eye. The captain smiled at the rage he saw in Dean's eyes. He walked up to him and kneeled to his level, "We'll see how long it takes to break you."

"Screw you!"

Before the last letter left Dean's mouth, the captain's elbow connected with his face in a sickening blow. Dean was thrown back by the impact and his head hit the ground hard. He struggled to breath again as he felt blood fill the inside of his mouth.

"I'll enjoy every minute of it."

Dean watched through bleary vision as the captain walked away. 'This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all!"

"Now start digging!"

Dean blinked and adjusted himself on the ground as the pain slowly faded into dull throbs. "What?"

"Start digging, boy!" A few hard shoves and Dean was facing a tiny hole in the soily ground.

"There are no shovels," Dean panted against the pain from his burned flesh.

"Use your hands smart ass, if you don't want to lose them that is."

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Few hours later, Dean collapsed from exhaustion, his hands a mass of blood and scrapes. This time no guard screamed at him or kicked him to force him to continue. They probably figured it was useless and rightly so.

Dean heard footsteps but he was to tired to open his eyes or raise his head to check.

"Hey, care for some water?"

'Yes, water!' the mention of the cooling liquid made him snap his eyes open and lick his lip hungrily. He weakly raised his head and found one of the prisoners crouched on the ground beside him, holding a bottle of water.

"That would be nice."

The prisoner offered him the bottle and Dean accepted it eagerly, wasting no time to drain almost the whole content in one gulp. After his thirst was satisfied he gave the bottle back with a shake of his head. "Thanks."

The man nodded, "Keep it."

Dean struggled to his feet, and with the help of the prisoner he made it. The prisoner supported him and helped him to nearby place where both sat down on a flat rock. After an uncomfortable silence, Dean cleared his throat.

"Dean."

The man looked confused, "What?"

"Dean," Dean repeated, "That's my name."

"Oh," the man scratched his head, then looked around in alarm, "Don't let them hear you."

"Let them!"

The man stared at him like he was crazy, "You have no idea what these men could do."

Dean shrugged as he stared around at the prisoners relaxing around him.

"It's break time," he told him, and Dean nodded in acknowledgment. "See that man," the prisoner signaled a man among the other prisoners sitting nearby.

"What about him?"

"See his right hand?"

Dean turned to the man and frowned. The man's hand was missing!

"That man happened to defy the captain last day and that what he ended up with. There was another one who lost his tongue, and others who lost their necks."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Did any of you ever try to escape?"

"Escape, are you crazy? Few people tried, and they cut their heads in front of us! Escape is impossible, mate!"

Dean didn't like what he heard but he was not letting the man's words put his hopes down. He and Sam were going to get out of this place, period. And speaking of Sam, Dean was worried sick.

"Listen, I'm worried about my brother. You know what they're doing to him?"

"You're here with your brother?"

"Yeah."

"Well, everyone is brought here for training, except," the man looked up at Dean, "the special ones."

Dean swallowed uncomfortably, "What do they do to them?"

The man shrugged, "I have no idea, but," and he looked at Dean, "all I know is that I never heard of anyone coming out allright."

"What does that mean?"

"They just lose it man! They turn them into whackies. They make them lose their heads. Not that we don't hear screams down here, but there, we hear them screaming all the time."

Dean panicked, his eyes darting helplessly around. "I've got to get him out of here."

"Mate, I told you it's impossible."

But Dean wasn't listening, his sole attention was on the walls that surrounded them. He has to get them out of these walls, and back to freedom.

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Dean was grateful when after the end of the day, the guards told him it was time to get back to his cell. After putting the blind fold back on, they dragged him back across the unrecognized path. When they stopped and removed his blindfold, Dean saw he was in front of the familiar metal door. But before they let him inside, they shoved two blankets and a uniform into his hands. "You better say good bye to your brother because tomorrow you two will be separated."

Dean's eyes widened but he had no time to react as he was shoved past the door and down the stairs. As they were re-cuffing him, Dean's attention was glued on the still figure of his brother curled into a ball against the wall.

"Sammy!"

When Sam didn't reply, Dean began to panic, "Sam!"

The minute the guards released him, Dean crawled hurriedly to his brother's side, cupping his face gently. "Sam, what's wrong with you! Talk to me, damn it! Sammy!"

Dean shook his brother urgently and slowly Sam's eyes fluttered and focused on him. "Dean?"

Dean let out a relieved breath. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay."

Dean frowned at the slurriness of Sam's words, "What's wrong with you Sam? What did they do to you?"

Sam swallowed, "I'm fine. Drugged, that's all."

Dean was not convinced. "Tell me what happened."

Sam sighed and tried to focus once more which proved to be a more difficult task than he imagined. His vision was foggy and blurry. "They strapped me to the table and this guy, they call him the professor, he injected me with something. Said it was for the pain in my back but I think it was for more than that."

"What did he do?"

"He said he was there to help me and that he wanted to be my friend. He said he will help me control my abilities, then he got me talking."

"About what?" Dean squinted.

"Uh," Sam narrowed his eyes and massaged his temple, "that's the thing, Dean: I don't remember."

Dean's frown deepened.

"I remember him asking me question and me not being able to stop myself from talking. I think it was because of the drug."

Dean nodded, "Probably is. But keep trying to remember Sam."

Sam nodded, then raised his head to look at his brother, "What about you? What did they do to you?"

"Nothing that interesting," Dean quipped, pursing his lips, "They made me dig some holes, that's all."

"You're not hurt?"

"No," Dean lied quickly and averted Sam's eyes.

"Tell me Dean."

"It's bigger than we thought Sam."

Sam blinked, "What do you mean?"

"There are hundreds of others beside us. It's like a real prison. There are walls and lots of armed guards everywhere. I tell you, it's going to be real hard getting out of these walls. Harder than we thought."

A pause then, "You mean impossible."

Dean snorted, "Nothing is impossible, Sammy."

Sam said nothing. He closed his eyes tiredly.

Dean was instantly worried, "Sam? You okay?"

"Umm," Sam murmured sleepily, "Just tired."

Dean hesitated, "Sam, listen to me."

Sam blinked and tried to focus on Dean again.

"These men, they want to break us. That professor guy will try and mess with your head... Don't let him get to you, Sam. You hear me? Keep fighting, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good."

Dean watched as Sam closed his eyes again and slumped further against the wall. He got up and wore the uniform the guards had given him. He wasn't really thrilled about it but it will keep him warm and it will also conceal the mark those bastards had put on him. Dean was grateful Sam hadn't noticed. He winced and grounded his teeth against the searing pain the impact of the fabric against his burned skin ignited.

When he finished, he was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Dean slumped down beside Sam and tapped his brother's shoulder, "Sam, wake up."

"What?"

"Let me take a look at your back."

"It's fine."

"Sam!"

Sam sighed and moved, allowing Dean to take a look at his back. There seemed to be no sign of infection or fever and Dean was glad for that. He eased Sam back carefully.

"Looks good."

"I told you."

Dean took one of the blankets he was given and spread it over his brother.

"Where did you get that?"

"They gave 'em to me."

Sam snuggled gratefully into the blanket, "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Dean smiled and tried to relax in the comfort of his own blanket, but sleep was a far fetched hope. His eyes caught a tray of a single uneaten meal. "Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't you eat your lunch?"

Sam shifted, uncomfortable, "I was saving it for you."

Dean sighed, "I already ate my lunch, Sam. Now eat," Dean ordered giving Sam the plate.

"Dean, we can share," Sam protested.

"Sam I swear, I already had something to eat. Don't worry, they want us healthy and alive, they won't starve us. Now eat!"

Sam complied.

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"Sam!"

Sam woke to an urgent shake from his older brother. He blinked and stared at Dean groggily, "What? What's going on?"

"Nothing," Dean assured him.

"Is it morning already?"

"No, I think it's still night."

"Then what's wrong, Dean?"

A pause then, "Sam, we'll get separated tomorrow."

Sam's eyes widened, "What! How did-"

"One of the guards told me."

Sam tried desperately to hide his panic.

"Sam, we'll get out of this place, I promise. I just need you to hold it together for me okay? I need you to take care of yourself and don't let them break you, Sam. It's important that you stay in control, you hear me?"

Sam nodded. "I'll be fine, Dean."

"Good, because there is something else I need to ask you."

Before Sam could ask, he felt Dean's hand on his head. Sam blinked as he realised what Dean was doing.

"I need you to keep my necklace with you until we get out. I don't trust those people outside. Someone might steal it."

Sam swallowed thickly.

"You better keep it safe, Sammy. You know how much I love that necklace. Anything happens to it, I'll kick your ass, understand?"

"Dean?"

"What?"

"If that's your idea of saying good bye, then it sucks."

"No one is saying good bye Sam. I just need you to keep my necklace safe until we break out."

A beat then, "Okay."

"Good." Dean relaxed again.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"You'll take care of yourself too, won't you?"

Dean blinked, "Of course I will, Sammy. I'm the one who's getting us out of here, remember?"

"Dean – just be careful, okay? I... uh, I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Nothing is going to happen to either of us Sam, okay? Now get some rest."

Sam nodded and laid back on his side, his mind whirling with thoughts and his hand absently stroking Dean's necklace, now tucked safely around his neck.

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