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Fight or Die

Chapter two

"Brother? You better not let them know that."

"Why?...Who?"

"The men who are holding us."

"Holding us?" Dean watched as the men in the room began to walk away from him and over to a window at the back of the shed.

"What the hell's going on here?... And where is my brother?"

"Your brother is being what they call disciplined for misbehaving."

"Disciplined? What the hell are you talking about?"

"When they brought you and your brother here, your brother started flipping out when they tossed you in here. I guess he was worried about you and thought you were hurt bad because you were still unconscious. Anyway, he started fighting with the guards and it took a while for them to over power him. You're brother is actually lucky, he's a hell of a fighter and that's what saved his life…at least for now. They want fighters."

Fighters? Dean didn't understand what the man was talking about, and right now he didn't care, all he wanted was to find Sam.

"Where the hell is my brother?"

"Out back." The man nodded toward a back window where a group of men stood looking out.

Dean pushed his way through the men till he was standing at the window. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the bars when he saw his brother.

Sam's arms were stretched over his head and tied to a metal bar above him; his feet also were tied and attached to a metal ring that was cemented into the ground affording him little movement. His shirt had been removed and Dean could see his body was covered in bruises where he had been beaten. His head hung down on his chest and it was impossible to tell if he was conscious or not, or even if he was alive.

"Sam!" Dean shouted and when Sam lifted his head he gave a small relieved smile, glad that his brother was at least still alive.

Dean's relief was short lived as he watched one of the guards pick up a red hot branding iron that was lying in a small fire that was burning near Sam.

"What the hell are they doing?" Dean asked the man who had talked to him.

"They're going to brand him."

"What!" Dean's eyes widened as he watched the man approach Sam and hold the iron up to his face. "Let him alone you son of a bitch!" Dean screamed as he watched Sam turn his head to the side as the man taunted him by holding the iron in front of his face. "You bastard let him alone!" Dean shook the bars trying to get the man's attention away from his brother.

Instead the man lowered the brand and then pressed it hard on Sam's stomach to the right and slightly below his belly button. Sam threw his head back and screamed in agony as smoke and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. The man only smiled and continued pressing the iron against Sam's skin.

"You son of a bitch I'll kill you!" Dean screamed at the man who turned around and smiled at him obviously enjoying the pain he was causing.

Finally Sam's head fell forward onto his chest and he passed out, the man then removed the branding iron. A burnt X now scarred Sam's stomach.

"What the hell did they do that for?" Dean asked as he kept his eyes on his brother, his hands still gripping the bars.

The man walked over and put his hand on Dean's shoulder in a show of sympathy.

"I'm sorry but your brother has been marked."

"Marked for what?"

"A death match."

"A death match!...Look, what the hell's going on here!" Dean spun around and faced the man.

"This is a fight camp, there's another one a few miles from here. These men force us to fight and if we refuse they kill us immediately. The only way to survive here is to fight and give them a good show. As long as you put up a good fight they let you live. They bring men back and forth between the camps then bet each other on who will win the matches."

"You said don't let them know we're brothers, why?"

"They'll give one of you to the rival camp." The man nodded his head toward another man who sat in the corner of the shed. "Jake came here with his brother, and when they found out they were brothers they gave his brother to the other camp and he hasn't seen him since. He has no idea if his brother is alive or dead."

"And what about this death match thing you mentioned?"

"Your brother gave them trouble instead of doing what he was told when you were first brought in. Anyone of us that gives them trouble can be marked for a death match. At some point your brother will be forced to fight his opponent to the death."

Dean looked outside again and watched as they began hosing Sam down washing the blood and dirt away. They then spun him around and Dean winced when he saw the red bloody welts that ran down Sam's back. He could tell his brother had been whipped as well as beaten.

"I'm going to kill those bastards for you Sammy….I swear, I'll kill them for you." Dean said under his breath as he watched them cut Sam down then pull him toward the shed.

TBC