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Fight or Die
Chapter eight
Sam yelped in pain and bent over, both hands up to his face. A few seconds later blood began pouring through his fingers.
Dean glared at the guard.
"You bastard." He said softly under his breath as he walked over to Sam.
"Get him back to the shed." The guard ordered as he smiled at Dean. It was obvious he had enjoyed making him hurt Sam.
Dean put his arm on Sam's back and guided him back to the shed then helped him sit down.
"Let me see it Sammy." Dean said as he gently pulled Sam's hands away from his face as he knelt down next to him. Blood was flowing from Sam's nose and he was forced to breathe through his mouth. Dean pinched Sam's nose shut, he knew it would be painful but it was the only way to stop the bleeding.
"Damn it Sammy I'm sorry." Dean glanced out the window at the guard. "I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!" He said softly before turning back to Sam.
"Hey, you didn't have a choice…I know that." Sam shut his eyes and put his head back against the wall.
Nick walked over and put his hand on Dean's shoulder.
"You did what you had to do. If you wouldn't have done it, one of you would have died."
"They really would have shot one of us?"
"Damn right they would have. Those men wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone; they can always find a replacement out on the highway. If you hadn't hit him when they told you to they would figure you two were close and would have sent one of you to the other camp or shot one of you, it really doesn't matter to them. But you're lucky they liked what they saw. You two put up a good fight and they figure they can make a lot of money off of you."
"What about the death match? Will they still force him to fight it?"
"Yeah… I'm sorry. But once one of us is marked for a death match they'll follow through with it. But as long as he keeps winning his matches, he'll live."
"Matches? You mean if he wins the match they'll just keep putting him in other death matches till he eventually loses?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what they'll do. They make a lot of money on the death matches, there's a lot of heavy betting that goes on. The better the fighter, the more money they make."
"Well I'm getting him out of here before that happens."
"How do you expect to do that?"
"I'm working on it." Dean said as he continued tending to Sam.
Nick shook his head sadly as he walked over to the window. He had heard others say the same thing and they were either still here or dead.
Sam opened his eyes and looked into his brother's eyes. He gave a small smile.
"If you broke it you're going to owe me one."
"Well I don't think I broke it… maybe just moved it a little to the left." He smiled back. He had hit his brother just hard enough to make his nose bleed and to make it look good for the guard and hoped he hadn't actually broken it. "Hey, it might actually improve your looks."
Sam gave a little laugh then winced in pain. He looked back up at Dean.
"I heard you two talking…Listen Dean if something happens to me I don't want you flipping out and getting yourself in trouble, that's not going to help anyone. You got to stay calm; you got to get these men out of here.
"Nothing's going to happen to you Sam."
"Dean….there's no way I can kill an innocent man."
"If you don't, he'll kill you." Nick had heard him and walked back over. "And if you both refuse, then you both die. Bob over there didn't want to kill that man's brother but he had to, if he didn't it would be his body they're taking away in that truck. Next time it could be yours."
"I don't know." Sam said looking down. "I just don't know if I can."
Sam knew that both he and Dean could win a fair fight, that was no problem, but to actually be forced to kill his opponent for the enjoyment of their guards, no, he didn't think he could do that. But if he didn't then he would die. He never thought he'd be dying anytime soon, not like this, not by a human. He had always thought he and his brother would go down in a blaze of glory fighting supernatural creatures, not dying for some jerk's amusement.
"Damn it Sammy. You damn well better fight and you better fight to win or you'll answer to me." Dean said getting up and storming over to the window. He knew it would kill him to lose his baby brother, but he knew that was what was going to happen unless Sam killed his opponent and he couldn't see that happening. He had to figure a way out of there before the match.
"I'm sorry Dean, I just don't know if I can kill someone to save myself." Sam said softly. He knew if he lost the fight or refused to kill the man he'd be killed, and if that happened he was worried about how Dean would react. Sam knew his brother had a temper and would probably flip out and end up getting himself killed. He shut his eyes and put his head back against the wall, he had no idea what he was going to do.
TBC
