A/N: Here it is!
Fanfiction Writing Month: December []
Are You Crazy - #437 (sentence) His heart was beating faster, and still she was at the other end of the room.
If You Dare hallenge - #130 (secure)
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Dean stirred and then jerked awake, startled. His hands were bound in an uncomfortable position behind him, and his shoulder cracked painfully as he immediately tried to free himself. He whimpered; he'd been in this position many times, and it had never ended well. Fear flooded through him, leaking through every pore. He was trapped.
He could hear screams. He knew those screams. He knew that sound better than anyone in the world. That was Sam's voice. Sammy's voice. He was so close, so close… Sammy.
More screams.
His father had taught him how to slip handcuffs, but in Dean's current position it would be extremely painful. Nevertheless, he twisted his wrist and then gasped in pain. The handcuffs clinked against the metal bar twice before he finally freed himself. He moved immediately to the door only to find it locked.
The screaming continued, this time higher and louder so that Dean's vision hazed red—
"Dean!" The green-eyed boy whirled around, his expression crazy with fear and a need to get to his brother.
Jaime was handcuffed as well, secure and fastened to the pipe on the wall. His head was bleeding; blood trickled down his forehead. "Help me," he gasped. "And Cas…"
Dean's gaze focused on his boyfriend.
"Dean. Dean! Dean!" The Winchester's red-rimmed eyes locked onto Jaime's. "Cas' head is bleeding real bad. Take my handcuffs off, and we can help him and get your brother."
The next scream they heard was so terrible that Dean lost control of his mind. When he was lucid again, he found himself pressed against the door, his knuckles littered with splinters and his shoulder white-hot with pain. Jaime was calling his name, shouting his name until Dean whirled around. "Help me," he hissed.
Dean found a paper clip somewhere in his jacket and used it to unlock the cuffs on his friends. Once free, Jaime jumped to his feet, and Cas slumped over. The Hispanic boy swore loudly. "Hurry, Dean!" Dean rushed forward; his heart suddenly burst inside of his chest and ricocheted off of his ribs. He tore the sleeve off of his shirt and wrapped it tightly around Cas' bloody head. "They hit him pretty hard… Are you okay?"
Dean nodded. "Fine," he said, but he wasn't. He was dizzy and nauseous and had to refocus on Cas twice to finish binding his wound. "We need to get Sam." His hands were red.
"I know, Dean, but first we gotta get outta here." Dean could barely hear him with all of the pressure at his ears. He pointed to a broken window above the sink. "I think we can make it through that window."
"But Sam—"
"Dean, we can get the police to get Sam. There's nothing we can do right now."
A unmistakable pattern of thumps came from beyond the door. Both boys froze. "Go," Dean snapped. "Go!"
Jaime looked back once, helpless, and then jumped onto the sink, crawling through the window. Once on the other side, he hissed, "I'm coming back for you, Dean," and then he ran.
Not two seconds later did the doorknob rattle. Someone unlocked it, and the door slammed open, squeaking terribly on its rusty hinges. Dean clutched Cas' limp hand. Instead of his father, however, it was a huge man with red hair. He grinned; Dean screamed. "Looks like the little birdies got out of their cage, Johnny!" He grabbed both boys by the arm and dragged them forth; Castiel was nearly unconscious, and Dean was barely strong enough to keep himself moving. He yanked them up a painful set of stairs and into an enormous gray room. Dean remembered now that they had been tracking storage facilities.
Dean's shoulder screamed in protest as the red-haired man threw them both in a heap in front of John Winchester. Subconsciously, Dean's back straightened, his face going slack, but his eyes searched the room rebelliously for his little brother. He found Sammy only feet from John, shirtless and bleeding and crying. His face was pink, and his back was bleeding, but Dean would save him. He had to save Sam. At one of Sam's louder sobs, John whipped around, furious. "Shut up!"
At the sound of his father's anger, Dean whimpered and shivered. He was so weak… He couldn't even protect Sam through his terror. His heart was beating faster, and still he was at the other end of the room. John Winchester turned back to Dean. "Thanks, Lee." Dean stared at John's feet, so frightened that his teeth chattered. "You two are a long way from home, I'd say." John laughed, a hateful, familiar sound that burned through him. "How's Sonny?"
Dean remained silent; he knew that if he spoke, he'd only get hurt.
"Aw, you giving me the silent treatment, Dean? What happened to that loud mouth of yours?" He continued to tease Dean, pressing him to anger and emotion, but Dean had been too well trained. His eyes tracked only Sam.
"And what about pretty boy here?" John was saying. Dean's eyes flitted to his bleeding, blue-eyed friend. "Lee told me all about you two."
Dean froze.
"Oh, yes. Did I forget to mention? Lee worked as a janitor at that school of yours. I persuaded him to come work with me in exchange for a few things."
Dean had never been so scared in his entire life.
"He told me a lot of funny, funny things about you and this" —John wrenched Cas up by the hair— "boy. Told me that you two cared a whole lot for each other."
Dean wrenched his eyes away from his father and stared at the man, Lee. "You," he whispered, low and dangerous. Then he howled in anger and launched himself at the man; immediately, he felt thick fingers wrap around his throat. John Winchester was screaming in his ear, something about obedience and punishment, but he couldn't breathe and he couldn't breathe and he couldn't breathe—
The fingers released him, and Dean gasped, choking and coughing. A foot struck his side; Dean knew those boots any day. They kicked him again and again and again until he coughed and the floor was splattered with red… Dean slipped into the back of his head; he saw Sammy and Cas and Sonny and Amina and Jaime and Kathy and Rosa… He ran and hugged his little brother, breathing in the sweet smell of his hair. He cried and cried and—
"Soldiers don't cry, Dean!" John's fist struck his nose, and the crack that followed sent Sam into another round of tears. "Soldiers don't—"
"Stop!" It was not so much a yell as it was a desperate plea; Sam was begging for them to stop hurting his brother.
In response, John Winchester raised his belt one more time.
Everything seemed to slow down. Dean looked up through his swollen eyes and saw Cas, his angel, raising a gun. At the same time, Lee drew his gun; the shots rang at the same time, and then the doors burst open and two bodies dropped to the ground. Dean crawled to his brother, bleeding and broken. "Sam…" he croaked. "Sammy…" His eyes met his brother's large ones, and then he slipped away.
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