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Fight or Die
Chapter eleven
"Fire!" Dean and the rest of the men screamed as they pounded on the door. They could hear the guards running around outside cursing as the entire one side of the wooden shed erupted into flames.
"Everybody keep low!" Dean shouted as thick smoke began to fill the shed. He was just beginning to wonder if he might have just gotten the men and himself killed when he heard the door open. As soon as it opened Dean immediately jumped the first guard while the rest of the men grabbed the other two. Dean couldn't believe how easy it had gone down as he grabbed the guard and slammed him against the wall. It was then he discovered it was the same guard that had branded his brother. The guard's eyes were wide with fear but Dean had no pity for him, he slammed his fist into the guard's stomach.
"Where did they take my brother?"
"Your brother!"
"Yeah my brother asshole!" Dean slammed his fist again into the man's stomach. "Where is he?"
"Fuck you!" The guard said trying to act tough in front of the other guards.
"Wrong answer buddy." Dean grabbed the man and drug him over to where the branding iron leaned against a fence. He picked it up then drug the guard back to the shed and put the iron in the flames.
"What are you doing!" The guard screamed.
"You hurt my brother, and no one messes with him while I'm around."
"Look I'm sorry, I'm sorry I hurt him."
Dean knew the man was only trying to save himself.
"Yeah, you really look sorry." Dean said recalling the man's smile after he had branded his brother. Dean removed the iron from the fire. "Take off your shirt."
The man started crying as he removed his shirt.
"Please don't…please…"
"How many people begged you not to brand them? Huh, how many? Did you have mercy on any of them?" Dean pressed the iron into the man's stomach; the guard threw back his head and screamed in pain. "That's for you Sam." Then Dean pushed the man against the wall and held the hot iron up to his face. "Now where is my brother?….I'm only going to ask you once." He said as he lowered the iron toward the man's face.
"Don't! I'll show you….Please don't….!" The man put his hand in front of his face trying to block the iron.
"You're going to take me there and if you try anything, I swear I'll kill you."
Dean took half the men with him and left the other half to watch over the remaining two guards and to put out the fire. Before he left he armed all of the men with weapons he found in the guard's house then jumped in the truck and forced the guard to drive to the location of the second camp. He could only pray they would get to Sam in time. If they didn't he swore he'd make everyone of the guards pay, even if he had to kill each of them with his bare hands.
The other camp
Both men had taken a brutal beating. Sam knew in his heart he could take the man down at any time but he still couldn't bring himself to do it. This man could have a family somewhere, someone worrying about him and wondering where he was. Hell he could even have kids crying at night for their daddy. But Sam also knew if he let the man win his death would devastate Dean. Sam was torn, not knowing what to do, kill an innocent man, or let the man kill him…. He didn't want to die, not yet, they still hadn't destroyed the demon that had killed his mom and Jess. And Dean….what about Dean? Could he put Dean through the pain of losing his brother? He knew how he would feel if anything happened to Dean and it hurt him to think of putting his brother through that kind of pain. Sam looked into the man's eyes. He could see the fear in them, hell he could even smell it on him. The man was terrified and was fighting with everything he had. Sam knew with his fight training he could have won the fight in the first few seconds but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The man didn't want to die anymore then he did. All he could do was put on a good fight and let the man get in some hard punches and hopefully the guards might let them both live. But as he watched the guards laughing and drinking and betting on the results he knew that wasn't going to happen. They wanted a death match and they wouldn't be satisfied till they got one.
TBC
