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Fight or Die
Chapter seven
The shed door opened and Bob walked in glad to be alive but horrified by what he had been forced to do. He knew, and the men in the shed knew, he had no choice it was either kill or be killed. He looked over at Sam who was still trying to comfort Randy's brother. When Sam looked up at him he snapped.
"What the hell are you looking at! You're marked for death too buddy and you'll do the same thing I did…fight for your life or die!"
Sam shook his head sadly and looked away.
"Don't turn your face from me! You're going to be forced to do the same thing I did and don't think you won't!"
The agitated man began to head toward Sam wanting to take his anger out on someone and deciding it might as well be him, but Dean quickly blocked his path.
"Take it easy. We all know you had no choice."
"Well he's looking at me like I did something wrong!"
"No he's not. He knows you did what you had to do to survive, he's not judging you."
Tears filled the man's eyes as he looked at Randy's brother knowing he was the cause of his pain. He wanted to say he was sorry, but sorry wouldn't bring his brother back. He walked over to the far corner of the room and stood staring out the window lost in his own thoughts.
"Dean we got to get these guys out of here." Sam said looking up at Dean.
"We will Sam." Dean swallowed hard as he looked at his brother who was still trying to comfort Randy's brother. He realized that if Sam didn't kill his opponent in his death match he would be killed and he himself would be the one needing comforting.
Later that evening
The guards once more opened the shed door. This time they pointed to Sam and another man.
"Let's go." The guard said as he held the door open.
As Sam headed toward the door Dean grabbed his arm stopping him as he looked at the guard.
"He's hurt. He needs time to heal up."
"He's fine, let's go." The guard ordered Sam.
Sam gently pulled away from Dean and continued toward the door.
"Look I said he's injured. I'll take his place." Dean once more blocked Sam's path.
"Dean no, just stay out of it." Sam said softly not wanting his brother to get in trouble.
"Okay tough guy, then how 'bout you fight him." The guard waved off Sam's opponent. "Go sit down. You and you, come with me." He pointed to Dean and Sam.
"Damn it Dean you should have stayed out of it." Sam said as they were led over to the ring. He knew his brother would go easy on him and that could get him in trouble.
Once they reached the ring the guard motioned for them both to enter it.
"You better put on a good fight or you both will regret it." The guard said as walked over to the other guards to watch.
Dean gave Sam a little wink.
"Let's make this look good."
They had practiced fighting with each other all their lives and knew they could easily fake it. But Dean knew Sam was still hurting and even putting on an act for the guards could aggravate his injuries, but he knew they had no choice. If one of them ended up being injured it was still better then what would have happened between Sam and an opponent who was really out to hurt him. At least they could pull some of their punches and hopefully not hurt each other.
"Fight!" The guard ordered.
For the next half hour they fought each other each being careful not to land any solid blows, just enough to make it look real. Finally the guard held up his hand signaling that the match was over.
"Excellent! Excellent fight, but I sense you're holding back." The head guard walked over. "You two came in here together….how do you know each other? Are you related?"
"No, we work at the same garage." Dean quickly said remembering Nick's warning about the guards separating family members.
"Then you're friends?"
"Co-workers, we just met a few days ago."
The guard looked at Dean as if he wasn't sure whether to believe him or not.
"Break his nose."
"What!" Dean looked at the guard not sure if he heard him right.
"Break his nose." The guard repeated.
"He's already been hurt, why hurt him more?"
"Do it." The guard pointed his gun at Dean.
"Dean, do it." Sam said knowing the guard wouldn't hesitate to shoot if his orders were disobeyed.
"Sammy…." Dean looked at Sam, how could he deliberately hurt his brother? But when the guard turned the gun toward Sam and threatened to shoot him if Dean didn't do it he knew he had no choice.
"Sam….I'm sorry." Dean said before he drew back his fist and punched Sam in his face.
TBC
