The Changing Lights of the Rainbow

Chapter 12

Dean wasn't sure exactly what had happened, the last thing he remembered he was walking… walking away from Sam… leading someone away from Sam… but now, he was hanging by some ropes. They were tied tight around his wrists, dangled from the rafters above him. His toes were an inch too far away to reach the floor.

His eyes felt heavy as he forced them open. His head was groggy and pain shot through his temples and across the back of his skull. His wrists had lost circulation, but he could still feel the prickling burning sensation, accompanied by the blood that trickled down his arms from the areas the ropes dug into his wrists.

His shirt was missing, his pants were torn to shreds, barely hanging on, the stinging of a whip slicing through his back sent a groan of pain escaping his lips. Another slice, through his legs. He could smell the copper of blood that had run down his body and pooled on the ground beneath him. He didn't even have time to bring his mind into focus before painful blow, after painful blow, struck his body, tearing the remaining of his pants from his legs, digging deep into his tender flesh.

"Well, well, well," the man who stepped before him, put his hand in the air to stop the beating, it was the same man that was following them. "Look who's awake, you decide to join the party?"

"Go to hell!" was Dean's reply

"Oh, I've already been there" the man's eyes flashed black then returned to their color, "They said I was too evil to stay, sent me back here, to torture souls."

"What the hell do you want with me?"

"Oh, I don't know, some information, and a good time" the demon grinned at Dean.

Dean scrunched his face and gave a sideways, smug grin, "I don't swing that way, sweetheart."

"Oh, you'll swing anyway I want you too" The demon replied, sending a punch to Dean's side, making his body swing on the ropes he was hanging by.

Dean sucked in a deep breath against the stronger than human punch, and released it with a groan of pain. Over and over, until the demon gave him a smug smile and walked out of the room. Before Dean's mind could process what was happening, there was a thick cloud of smoke surrounding him. That was the last thing he remembered.

"John, calm down, would ya!" Bobby and Pastor Jim were trying to calm the father of the missing boys. "We'll find them, we just gotta keep our heads on straight."

John sat on his oldest boy's bed in the room they shared. Talking it out, just like they would with any other hunt. It was Bobby and Jim's idea. John was ready to run wild, guns blazing, until he found his boys.

"The phone!" John broke the silence with a too loud voice.

"Huh?"

"The phone, that I left Sam. It's gone, he must have taken it with him, maybe he was trying to call me? Before he was taken?"

"That thing got tracking on it?"

"Yeah, of course, when would I ever leave them something I couldn't track?"

Dean's eyes felt heavy, his head was foggy as he opened his eyes. He was hanging upside down. The ropes tied around his ankles. His fingers brushed across the floor. He couldn't put his palms down, but was able to push himself up with his fingers, relieving the pressure from his numb ankles. He lifted his head and he heard a noise, trying to push the blood that was pooling in his head back down.

His brain went into shock mode when he saw his little brother. He was tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth. Tears streaming down his face. Fear written in his expression.

"Sam?" Dean's voice was hoarse, almost nonexistent.

Sam mumbled in response, unable to talk around the gag.

"Good! You're awake" The voice came from the man who had black eyes, standing in the corner of the room.

"You son of a bitch! Leave my brother alone!" Dean spat at him.

"Oh, well, now, that all depends on you."

"Go back to hell you son of a bitch" Dean shouted.

"Not until I have my fun"

"What the hell do you want with us?"

"I would be asking you the same thing"

"Wh… what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, I don't know, you see, me and my family and friends, we had us a good set up here, no one even gave a shit. Then you damn Winchesters had to come to town and ruin it for us. Why is that? huh? So, I figured I'd teach you damn hunters a lesson!"

"Yeah, okay, message received. Now you can let us go"

The demon chuckled, "Not so fast, I haven't finished my lesson yet."

The demon had grabbed Dean's head, pulling his body up at a weird angle, arching his back in pain. He ran his hand down the side of his face, following through down his torso and stopping right above his crotch.

Dean snarled at him, "Don't touch me" he growled out between clenched teeth.

"Then, maybe I should just have you trade places with your little brother?"

"DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM!"

"Him, or you"

"You, sick son of a bitch" Dean grunted. There was no way he would let anyone touch his brother.

With a chuckle the demon grabbed Dean's boxers, grasping his crotch in the process. "This is going to be so nice!" he cooed as he rubbed against him.

Dean gritted his teeth. He tried to prepare himself for the pain, for the inevitable. But, there was no way he could prepare himself for something he knew nothing about. He tried to muffle his cries, but couldn't stop the screams that exited through his lips. His body had never felt so much pain as the dark eyed man, with unnatural human strength, pushed himself inside of him.

Sam tried to scream too, but the gag muffled his cries. Tears ran heavier down his cheeks as he was forced to watch his brother be beaten and violated with as much violence as the demon could muster up.

God, Dean wanted to allow his body to just give in, to go into unconsciousness. But, he was too afraid, no matter how much it hurt he couldn't let that sick bastard touch his little brother. His mind had stopped functioning, he was sure his body was completely numb, either that or it hurt all over and he couldn't tell the difference anymore.

Sounds and lights were blending together. He couldn't tell the difference anymore. He was sure every drop of blood had run from his body into his head. He couldn't hear the loud banging sound. Couldn't see the movement surrounding him. He didn't know if the demon was still attacking him or if he had finished. He didn't know if he was awake or not, or even alive or dead. Honestly, he didn't care anymore.

He felt hands on him, grabbing him. In his mind he tried to push them away, tried to fight, but he wasn't sure if his body was doing what his mind wanted it to. He tried to keep the hands from getting him. He didn't want to be hurt anymore. He didn't want any more pain.

He kept screaming 'NO' but wasn't sure if it was only in his head or if he was really screaming. Screaming and fighting. That's the only thing running through his mind. He's a hunter and a Winchester. Fight was the only thing he knew, there was no flight, not in his life.

"Boy, calm down, its me, Dad, stop fighting me, it's okay, I got you now" John held his oldest son in his arms, his youngest boy was grasping his dad's arm, tears streaming down both of their faces. Bobby and Pastor Jim took care of sending the demon back to hell, while John tended to his sons.

They gathered the boys, rushing them from the place that caused them so much pain. The men had already packed their belongings. They had no plans on returning to the home the boys were taken from. They headed to Bobby's they knew it would be safe there. Sam wrapped himself around his brother in the backseat while John and Bobby sat in the front seat.

"I'm sorry, S'my" Dean mumbled. His eyes were only opened a small slit, he was sure he wouldn't be able to open them all the way. They felt too heavy. The pain was beginning to come back, and seemed to have a vengeance against him.

"For what?" Sam looked up at his brother, unwrapping himself slightly, looking confused.

"I couldn't stop them."

"Dean, it's not your fault."

"I tried, Sam, I tried. I wasn't strong enough. I'm sorry"

Sam just wrapped his arms around his brother, "It's okay, we're both okay."

Dean closed his eyes again, falling back asleep before the pain could overtake him.

Bobby and John's hearts sunk with the boy's confession. It wasn't his fault. It didn't matter how hard he fought, sometimes, bad things just happen. Dean's programed mind wouldn't let him accept anything except to protect his brother, and in his current state, he felt he had failed at that.

Once Dean was awake again, John had time to think about the words his oldest had said, he had too much time, the words running over and over in his brain.

"Hey, Dean-o?"

"Yeah?" Dean's voice was still broken and weak.

"You know it wasn't your fault, right? Nothing that happened was your fault. You did good, kiddo, you did real good. You kept your brother safe."

"I… uh… thanks?"

Sam was asleep, his head on Dean's back. Dean was laying half way on his side and half on his stomach. Sam was squeezed in the back seat beside his brother.

"Dean, it's going to be okay, you hear me?"

"Yeah" Dean didn't seem too sure of himself. His tone said he didn't believe the words his dad said.

John let it go, for now, knowing his son needed rest and time to get his head cleared. Dean closed his eyes and allowed the humming of the motor to comfort him back to sleep.

Before he knew it, they were at their destination. He didn't mind being back at Bobby's.