ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC. TORTURE SCENE AHEAD! (you've been warned!)

Hey, guys! Sadie speaking! Just wanted to let you know that I'm very proud of this chapter. So if you're squicked out easily then I recommend a remedy for it, before you start reading this chapter. Like we discussed it with HP/SPNLuver92, this chapter is MINE! MUHAHAHAHA!

Love, Sadie

Wow, way to sound like a schizophrenic... Anyway, Sadie wanted to write that message for you. This chapter deserves an M++++++ rating, but sadly there's no such thing here (and maybe I'm just overreacting...) And there are some similarities and mentions to When The Leeve Breaks, especially a certain scene in a certain room.

So that's my rambling now!

Poll is closed! The winner is...

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Find out after the chapter! :D Enjoy!

The moon shone down on a wriggling figure in the middle of a clearing: Sam was struggling wildly against his bonds. Thick leather straps held him down on an iron stand. His last clear memory was the demons dragging him through the forest; as he'd tried to fight back with his magic, a strong pain had covered his mind with haze that only cleared in his present position.

The brown straps held his arms down at his wrists, stretching them out to both sides. This stand, though, was slightly different than the one haunting him in his memory: the strap that had held him down at his chest back then was now around his ankles. His head was tied down at his jaw and the widest strap was around his hips, letting him keep his dignity in his nudity. As Sam was harassed by the memories, his struggles for freedom increased.

"What is it, Sammy?" a female voice spoke all of a sudden. Sam glanced over to the owner, as quickly as the strap on his jaw let him. "Don't you like the suite? It's free and nature-friendly."

Meg stepped out among the trees into the moonlight and the golden shade of the flames. Two demons stood next to her, the first missing people, guarding the tied up Harry and Kyle. Harry was shaking like he was electrocuted and watched Sam with worry and terror, while Kyle searched the darkness around them for Dean, although he sent quite a few frightened glances to Sam.

"Meg, please" Sam spoke as the girl stepped to him.

"What a gentleman you are now" the demon caressed her victim's forehead with a smirk. "You always had a fame of being one. But I can't say the same about your friends" she raised her voice as she sashayed over to the two boys. Sam lifted his head to follow her with his eyes, but the strap wasn't letting it up very high. Meg glanced back at her struggling victim curiously, her brown eyes glinting with interest then with an unnatural force she backhanded Harry. The boy flew across the clearing with a grunt and landed on the other side with a pained cry.

"HARRY!" Sam screamed. Seeing Meg walking to the boy, he got angry. "If I get out of here, your death is gonna be slow and painful, you bitch!"

"Sammy!" Meg gasped, acting like a surprised little girl, but Sam saw right through it, fury just growing inside him at that. "Where are your manners?" Suddenly Meg yanked Harry up and reset the clearly visibly dislocated shoulder without a warning, tearing another cry from the boy. One of the demons yanked him away from her and dragged him back to Kyle.

"Well, let's get started, shall we?" Meg clapped her hands gleefully and stepped to the stand. Sam's head fell back onto the iron as the strap on his jaw tightened. A cold metal tip caressed the side of his face lovingly, sending a shiver down his spine before the fear made him freeze.

"You remember, Sam?" Meg asked in a teasingly gentle tone. "I think you should be glad that it's me working on you now instead of a certain higher-ranked demon, don't you think?"

Sam was flooded again by terrible memories. Even though those were hallucinations, they were as lifelike as if he had gone through that for real. Phantom pain shot up in his side where Alastair had stabbed the penknife. A similar one was caressing his chest, inching down towards his stomach.

"Oh, Sammy" Meg breathed, clearly enjoying herself. "Such muscles…" As the penknife reached them, the muscles of his abdomen jumped out of reflex for a moment, as the blade lightly sailed down the line in the middle, catching slightly on his bellybutton. Seeing Meg biting down on her lower lip, taking in his body's reactions, Sam began gasping as a knot of fear appeared in his stomach.

Suddenly Sam moaned at the burning pain spreading in his chest slowly: the penknife began its leisure path, sailing through his skin. He felt the blood welling up in the cut and overflowing the sides of it. The warm liquid dribbled down his chest, tickling his skin sensitive from the pain. He shivered from it but the next cut was already coming, which rekindled his will to fight: he began tugging at his straps to free his arms.

Meg's technique turned out to be much worse than Alastair's. The younger demon made the cut slowly and deliberately, drawing out the length of the burning; doubling her victim's torments like this. Even though she was just starting into the young man's limbs, tears broke through the chains of Sam's will; his chest and stomach was already wearing cuts in different paths and depths. It didn't take much time for a mute sob to break out of him.

"Now, now, Sammy" Meg cooed as she finished this part of her work. Sam closed his eyes hearing that. "Did you turn on the waterworks?" The penknife followed the way of his tears then pain struck into his cheek more intensely; to suppress a cry, he bit down onto the strap around his jaw, which was cutting into the corners of his lips. However, he couldn't stifle the moans and groans of pain. Soon his whole face was burning when Meg paused in his work. Sam glanced up, letting more tears loose, the salt in them stinging the cuts in their way.

The throbbing in his torso exploded into overwhelming burning, shoving a barely stifled scream up to the surface then Sam tried to breathe through his torments. Small stinging stabbed into his wrists as the straps cut into his skin and flesh, squeezing out a couple drops of blood. It was nothing, though, compared to the burning pain rushing through his torso in waves. He tried to lift his head up for a moment to see what the demon did to him: the cuts were covered with a white, fine-grained stuff – salt. His muscles began wildly contracting, drawing out a seizure from his tortured body. His spasms subsided after a short while, leaving him dazed because of the constant hits to the iron stand the back of his skull suffered through.

"SAM!" Harry shouted, but he just earned a slap from his captor. Kyle quickly kneeled down next to the collapsed boy, who was sobbing from the emotional torments. He knew that his friend was slowly dying inside, having to watch helplessly the love of his life being tortured. He knew that if he didn't do something, Harry would not get through this night, so Kyle laid down onto Harry's back and comforted him gently. His friend slowly calmed down; even though Sam's painful grunts and moans still affected him badly, he could control himself.

"You know, Sam" Meg spoke as she picked up a knife from the small tray next to her. It was the smallest from the set: the blade wasn't longer than the whole penknife, but it was quite close, "this, what you're going through right now, is nothing compared to the things going on in Hell. You can ask your big brother" the girl grinned. Before Sam could react though, the knife penetrated his side with a huge force, going in to the hilt: his scream was blown away by the wind, straight into a lonely figure's ear.

"Sammy…" Dean whispered and hurried towards the voice, knowing his brother was extremely far away. Another scream reached him, but it stopped so abruptly as if it was cut away with scissors; he immediately knew there was magic behind it. He continued his trek towards the way he was going, but then the forest turned around him, making him stumble slightly. As he shook his head and looked around, he instantly knew he was in a completely different area of the forest. He pulled on his hair desperately, letting loose a silent, exasperated sob then he got his emotions under control. Listening to his instincts, he started his way through the trees in a completely random direction.

Tormented panting filled the clearing as Sam struggled with the pain: Meg just stabbed the knife through his forearm, the tip of the blade penetrating through the other side of the limb. The demon chuckled satisfied as she finally got a scream out of her victim and didn't even move to pull the knife out.

"Be glad that I didn't cut open your stomach" Meg cooed happily.

"Please…" Sam grunted, gritting his teeth. "E-e-enough-gh…"

"Oh, I'm just beginning, baby" the demon caressed the young man's sweaty locks. "We have a lot of time together. Your brother isn't even looking for you…"

"That's n-not tr-rue-e…" Sam interrupted her with a sob: the desperation filled him against his will. Why wasn't Dean coming? Harry, hearing that, snapped his head up: he was monitoring Sam's thoughts to help his lover if he can.

"You're thinking it right now: why isn't he here?" Meg watched with a wide smile as her words roused the doubt in her victim. "Have it ever crossed your mind that he just simply gave up? That he won't waste his precious time on you?" A stronger sob broke out of Sam, causing Harry to jump to his feet and run to his lover, shocking everyone.

"Sammy, don't listen to that bitch" With his tied hands Harry turned Sam's head towards him. "There's a force field around us that drowns out our voices, so Dean wouldn't hear us. But he's here in the forest and he's looking for us and even if it cost his life, he wouldn't give up!" He saw the trust in his brother return into Sam's eyes. "Dean loves you and would do anything for you, even when he feels betrayed, but you know this…" Harry's speech was cut off as two strong arms lifted him up and carried him away, ignoring the boy's fight. "Dean loves you! He's going to come for us!" Harry screamed but his captor threw him down onto the ground.

"If you harm a hair on his head, I'll rip you to shreds!" Sam growled out, his voice cracking from exertion. His anger was blown away by another scream breaking out of him, which was preceded by a sharp snap. He felt a raging pain in his left leg and a hard, pointy and slightly rough thing touch his other leg: he instantly knew that the bone was peeking out of his flesh. From the mental picture his stomach churned hard.

"Take those two maggots to the next location!" Meg cried out furiously. "I'll join you soon." As the two demons carried their captives away, she added quietly:

"I'll just need to finish my work."

Sam watched scared to death as the demon picked up another knife, the blade glinting in the moonlight. The blood loss started to reach his brain, as exhaustion numbed his limbs slightly. The next intense pain pushed another tormented cry through his swollen throat, the pain shooting from his left hand to his brain. Glancing over there, bile rose in his throat that he could barely swallow back: instead of his ring finger and pinkie two stubs spurted out blood. One yellow drop escaped from him, dribbling down his cheek from the corner of his mouth. A foul smell hit his nose and he felt warm liquid flow down his legs, pooling under him and drops landing on the grass. He began sobbing from the overwhelming torments, desperately wishing for someone, for Dean, to help him.

"And now, Sammy, let's start in on what I wanted to do for this whole time" Meg picked up another knife. Sam noticed the similarities between Ruby's old demon-killing knife and this one, only difference being that this one's blade was glinting in black. Suddenly the strap around his jaw slipped down to his neck and the demon slowly lowered the blade towards Sam's face.

"No" Sam whimpered, feeling the dark aura of black magic emanating from the metal and pushing down painfully on his magic swirling inside him. "Nononono, don't, don't, no, please, no…" His words were cut off by another scream that reached even the farthest parts of the forest as the force field collapsed around them. The flat part of the blade pressed down onto his right cheek in a vertical streak, the flames of magic licking at his skin, which sizzled from it. The tip of the blade caught the corner of his eye and the point above the hilt reached the corner of his mouth. After a second seeming like a lifetime the knife flew off of his face, but the excruciating pain made his stomach turn, spewing everything it once invited in, coloring the fluid with some blood. Meg sliced into his skin with the knife a few times, arranging the last cuts on the weary body. The last cries were blown away by the wind; the demon disappeared after the finishing touches of her work and just before Dean broke through the trees. What the man saw made him queasy.

Sam was in the middle of the clearing. The iron stand that held him tightly was tilted up vertically, reaching towards the sky. The young man's naked, broken body was hanging lifelessly in his bonds. His head was fallen forward, reddened streak of saliva running out from between his parted lips to the ground, while yellow drops dribbled out of his nose, letting gravitation take over them.

Dean hurried closer, getting a clearer picture of his brother. The young man was covered in cuts that were still fresh and bleeding profusely. On his stomach was a deep carving: CHRIST. Dean was filled with rage at the demon-bitch's cruel sense of humor. In Sam's side there was a hole, covering the brown leather straps in red. The broken bone was sticking out of his left leg and in one of his forearms a knife's hilt glinted in the light. But what made his heart break was his brother's face: the skin of the right cheek was blistered in a wide stripe. He was hit by the strong stench of urine and vomit. He couldn't hold back any longer: he carefully lifted his brother's head with both hands.

"Sammy?" Dean asked shakily. "Sammy, you hear me?"

To his frightened question Sam opened his eyes; seeing his big brother the young man began whimpering.

"It's okay, little brother" Dean whispered, combing through the sweaty, sticky locks. At the sight of his sibling he was filled with memories of Hell. "I need to pull the knife out, so I can get you down" he informed Sam, who had tears running down his cheeks hearing that. Dean carefully lowered his brother's head then whispering sweet nothings he gripped the knife. As soon as the weapon was freed, he heard a disgusting splash next to him: on the ground a reddish puddle reflected the moonlight.

Dean swiftly freed Sam, ignoring the young man's nakedness, and lowered him to the ground, holding him in his arms. As he was getting down on his knees to lay Sam down, his eyes landed on something.

The demons called Alastair a 'Picasso with a razor' for a reason and now Dean knew where Meg learned her tricks and where she developed her creativity. Above the clear carving, a lot of cuts littered Sam's chest, not really meaning anything, but clearly arranged that way purposefully. As Dean was lowering his brother down onto the ground, in a certain angle he clearly made out a word from the seemingly random mess of cuts. Putting the two words together, he swore to skin that bitch alive for doing this to his little brother. The words were:

ANTI CHRIST

Sam watched his brother's face, as rage flitted across the grass green eyes, while Dean gently rocked him, pressing a soothing kiss onto his forehead. The young man lifted his injured hand and gripped Dean's shirt painfully slowly.

"Oh, God" the words came out of Dean's mouth before he could stop them as he saw the mutilated hand. He grabbed the shaking member and pressed a kiss into the palm despite the blood covering it, like when his little brother had just scraped his arm and waited for the older brother to fix it. Dean noticed the two missing fingers behind the stand, so he lowered his brother onto the ground and moved to get them.

Sam began whimpering in fear, when his brother disappeared from his line of sight, but before he could panic, the man returned to his side and pulled him into his lap.

"Can you use your magic" Dean asked nervously, "so we can save your fingers…?"

Sam understood what his brother wanted and he nodded. Dean held the fingers to their spot and with a white light they healed up almost completely.

"I found your clothes" Dean said, pulling them closer. As he was debating whether to dress his brother up or not, Sam closed his eyes and concentrated. In the next moment the clothes appeared on him: the shirt was unbuttoned not hiding his injuries, the T-shirt disappeared, probably into the trunk of the car and his jeans' legs were rolled up to his knees, not aggravating the broken bone.

"Can you walk?" Dean asked still a bit shakily. Sam just nodded again and let his brother pull him up gently. The man wrapped an arm around his waist and laid Sam's arm onto his shoulders. Before they could start their way to save the others, Dean remembered Sam's leg.

"We should put the bone back…" he began, but Sam's scream interrupted his sentence. The young man's body tensed, so Dean had to hold him up. Sam was panting fast, trying to push the pain down. Dean finally noticed what caused his brother's distress: the bone sticking out of his leg had jumped back into its place. He waited patiently for Sam to get through his pains then they disappeared into the forest to find the others.

A long time passed with walking. The farther they got from the clearing, the more confidence Sam gained with his every step. However, mostly determination kept him upright to free their friends.

Out of the blue they heard shouting in front of them. Dean felt his brother go rigid and knew immediately that it was Harry, struggling with someone and loosing. Without a word they stumbled further with quickened speed, hoping they won't be late.

Meanwhile, Harry and Kyle were fighting wildly against their captors, but the demons just hauled them off of the ground and over their shoulders, ignoring their kicking and angry words. Shortly they reached another, slightly bigger clearing, where they threw the boys down. Kyle hurriedly staggered to his feet and pulled Harry up. As soon as Harry straightened up and looked around, he started whimpering in fear.

"No, no" he shook his head and stepped back. The next moment he turned around and bolted, but one of the demons grabbed him. The boy began squirming against the hold, but he was thrown into another pair of arms and a knife was held to his throat. His will to fight evaporated instantly and he started crying shakily.

"A witch needs to be punished" Meg cooed into his ear from behind. Harry sobbed out loud at that and she shoved him back to the other demon. "Do it!" she ordered.

"No, please, don't!" Harry shouted. "I'm begging you, don't! NO!" he attempted another struggle, but his captor dragged him to the stack of wood in the middle of the clearing. As he was tied to the pole in the center of the pile, he broke down into devastated sobs. Meg then picked up a torch.

"What kind of camping trip is this without a campfire?" Meg taunted. With that final word she threw the torch onto the stake. The flames immediately shot up with a deafening whoosh, surrounding Harry in a precise circle. Harry cried out at the sudden pressure of heat and tried to free himself, while he pushed back into the pole to get away from the fire to no avail. Meg giggled at the sight then her gaze landed on Kyle, who noticing that flinched. The demon stepped to the boy then unexpectedly slapped him with a great force. Kyle landed on the ground hard; as he gasped for the oxygen that was torn out of his lungs, his tresses were grabbed and his head was pulled up: he gazed straight into the girl's raven-black eyes.

"I'll be done with you quickly" Meg whispered loud enough to be heard over the crackling of flames. "You don't have a role in my plan. You're just a pathetic little grub in my eyes that's not even worth to be squashed."

"Get your filthy hands off of him!" an enraged voice screamed at them. Only Meg could look in the way of its owner, but from the satisfied grin on her face Kyle realized who arrived at the clearing.

"Well, hello, Dean" Meg raised her voice and slammed Kyle's head onto the ground. Stars danced in front of the boy's eyes from the force of the hit, his cheek was chafed by the hard ground. "I didn't believe you would come. Join us in the party! The campfire is already lit." As if the statement needed a proof, Harry cried out as the ring of flames crept closer to him. Looking up, Kyle saw Dean's worried glance towards the stake, while behind a tree hid Sam's crouched form, who watched his lover's suffering with helpless tears in his eyes.

"Let them go!" Dean demanded harshly.

"Now why should I do that?" Meg asked playfully. "They're not even humans…" Seeing the man's slightly widening eyes, she let out a shocked, clearly fake gasp. "You don't even know? Wow, the big hunter Dean Winchester is sleeping with a monster and doesn't even know about it!" she laughed.

"Maybe they're not completely human…" Dean started, but Meg cut him off:

"I never said 'completely'."

Dean shot his gaze to Kyle in fear. He knew Harry was human, his trust was immovable in him. But Kyle… He barely knew him and he fell in love with him so soon. Was it a trap? And the show with the gun? It was impossible to shoot three bullets through the same hole on a moving target… The boy, who straightened up during the conversation and his inward struggle, hadn't and wouldn't meet his eyes, tears of shame flowing down his cheeks. So it's true?

Suddenly loud retching resounded through the roar of flames, attracting everyone's gaze to the source: Harry's weak body was fighting for oxygen, only earning thick smoke for its efforts. However, before Meg could bask in the glory of success, a knife stabbed through her leg, crackle of electricity shooting through the member. The next moment Sam jumped out of his hiding place and dashed towards the stake, forgetting his broken leg and his pains. The rope slid down Harry's wrists, but the boy fell into unconsciousness and began tilting forward. Sam, though, ran through the flames in time, snatched the limp body up and jumped down the stake with his lover. As he landed, a female scream followed him into the darkness.

Dean was sitting in the waiting room, his face buried in his hands. He had stationed himself in the hard plastic chair hours ago, but only Kyle joined him during his waiting. The boy was fine except for a few scratches, a bitten lip and slowly appearing bruises. The only news about Harry was that from the amount of smoke inhalation he needed to be put on ventilator. Dean had already called Bobby, who was probably on the road already. He could arrive any minute now.

"Mr. Winchester?" a voice called out finally. Dean and Kyle snatched their eyes to the owner then Dean jumped up and hurried to the doctor, while Kyle waited in his place.

"Your brother is awake" the doctor informed the man without hesitation. Dean's relieved sigh could've started up a hurricane. "Your friend's condition is unchanged, however."

"Thank you. Can I go to him?" Dean asked as he waved for Kyle, who quickly joined them. "And Bobby Singer will arrive soon. Can you explain our situation for him?"

"Of course" the doctor nodded and waved them to follow him. They stopped on the first floor, in the middle of a corridor. During the walk, Dean blessed everyone and everything that there was a hospital nearby, which was established for hunters, so they had no trouble about Sam's and Harry's miraculous survival. As soon as they arrived at Sam's room, Dean turned to Kyle:

"Go check on Harry!" Kyle looked at him sadly then nodded, walking away with the doctor. Dean took a deep breath to prepare himself for the sight then stepped into the room silently.

The morning sun shone into the room for one person, so he instantly noticed the great amount of white gauze. Only half of Sam's face was uncovered and not even completely: the bandage ran around his head on his forehead. He had a small tube of oxygen taped to the tip of his nose to help him breathe. His whole torso and limbs were wrapped tightly in gauze, his broken leg was protected from the outside world by a cast. His left hand was covered with the most bandage, wrapped around his ring finger and pinkie, while the rest was free.

Dean quietly crept closer to the bed but Sam looked up at him.

"Hey, little brother" Dean whispered, giving his sibling a watery smile: his heart broke at the sight of his brother.

"Hey, big brother" Sam croaked out and carefully lifted his left hand. Dean gently gripped the injured member and sat down into the chair waiting next to the bed, holding the hand in both of his.

"How do you feel, Sammy?" Dean asked, still whispering.

"Hurts… Tired… Thirsty…" as soon as the last word left Sam's chapped lips, his brother jumped up to his feet and grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand, guiding the straw to the young man's lips. Sam drank half of the water then laid his head back onto the soft pillow with a relieved sigh.

"Where's Harry?" he asked in a smoother voice. Dean bowed his head sadly, which filled Sam with a bad feeling.

"He inhaled too much smoke" Dean explained softly. "I only know that he's on ventilator and hasn't woken up yet." Sam's hand began trembling in his hold. "I called Bobby" Dean added. "He'll be here soon…"

"How are you?" Sam spoke, checking his brother over.

"My head hurts, but I'm fine." Sam watched Dean suspiciously, who sighed. "I wouldn't hide anything from you in a situation like this" Dean said firmly then looked into his brother's eyes. "I'm alright."

Sam nodded after a few moments, seeing the honesty in the grass-green gaze, and closed his eyes.

"And what about Kyle?" he asked at last carefully: he also heard what Meg said.

"He lives" Dean answered, avoiding eye contact. Sam tightened his hold around Dean's hand a bit, asking his brother wordlessly to look at him.

"I'm sure there's an explanation for this" Sam assured him quietly.

"I hope you're right" Dean breathed tiredly, but he quickly gathered himself. "Why don't you rest a little bit? When you wake up, Bobby's gonna be here, too." With that he stood up and pressed a gentle, caring kiss onto the free locks on the top of Sam's head. Straightening up he realized his brother was already in dreamland, so he stroked his knuckles down the uncovered cheek then turned around.

The door then opened up: Kyle peeked in timidly. As his eyes met Dean's, he lowered his head and stepped inside, closing the door without a sound.

"I just wanted to see Sam" he whispered barely audibly.

"Okay" Dean nodded, stepping to the door. "I'll go check on Harry. Where's his room?"

"Second floor" Kyle answered and Dean left the room. When the door closed after him, the boy started crying silently. He slowly stumbled to the chair and collapsing into it he buried his fingers in his hair. Nothing could be heard in the room but his gasps. All of a sudden a hand rested on his hitching shoulder, causing him to startle and look up: Sam's hazel-green irises shone down onto him. Kyle quickly wiped the tears from his eyes, ashamed from his breakdown, but Sam grabbed his wrist tenderly and pulled him closer. The boy went with the movement without protest, so he found himself in Sam's arms. When he heard the soft, soothing words, he broke down again: he realized that there's one person who won't be against him.

Bobby stepped into the hospital. He immediately made his way to the front desk, where he was informed about the location of Sam's room. On his way he met the doctor caring for his boys, who explained everything during the walk to the room. Bobby thanked the man and nodded his goodbye before opening the door and stepping in silently. He was greeted by a heart-breaking scene.

Sam was lying on the bed covered in bandages and in his arms Kyle slept on restlessly. The young man guarded the boy's dreams and watched out for every move and flinch. Bobby could only close the door without being noticed, but when he stepped closer, Sam snatched his angry, protective gaze up to him. Not seeing any attackers, Sam laid his head back onto the pillow, his uncovered eye full with apology.

"It's okay" Bobby whispered with a smirk, recognizing the mother-henning nature, and stepped to the bed. "How are you holding up?"

"It doesn't hurt that much now" Sam answered also in a whisper. "I don't know how Harry is, only that he's on ventilator."

"And your little brother?" Bobby nodded towards the sleeping boy with a teasing smile. Sam blushed and flashed a shy half-smile.

"He's exhausted" he answered sadly. "Meg said that he's not human and Dean is totally devastated."

"So he hasn't told you" Bobby murmured. Catching Sam's questioning look, he just shook his head. "His story to tell."

Sam nodded. The door opened then, revealing Dean.

"Hey, Bobby" the man greeted their friend and walked next to him. Turning to Sam he scolded him mildly:

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" the others saw Dean's eyes widen slightly, noticing Kyle in his brother's arms.

"Why don't you go home with Bobby?" Sam spoke up. "Get some rest after all this." As Dean opened his mouth to protest, the young man shut him up with a meaningful look.

"Fine" Dean grumbled reluctantly and Sam gently woke Kyle up. The boy startled awake from the pictures bothering him and looked around fearfully until Sam could calm him down.

"Come on" Bobby rested his hand onto the boy's shoulder, "I'll take you and Dean home." Kyle stood up obediently and they said goodbye to Sam.

"Would you like something to eat?" Bobby asked as they arrived home; the Impala was left at the hospital so she can be used tomorrow, when they were going to come back. Dean and Kyle shook their heads and the boy rushed upstairs. Dean collapsed into the couch and scrubbed a hand down his face tiredly. When he looked up, Bobby was still watching him.

"What?" Dean asked exasperatedly.

"If you finished your sulking" Bobby replied, folding his arms together, "then maybe you can go up to him and discuss it with him. Before you cause more harm and not just for him…" Dean was a bit discouraged from the meaningful look he got from his friend, who walked into the kitchen, finished with his speech. Dean spent a few minutes to think things through then he slowly stood up and walked upstairs. He quietly opened the door to his room and found the boy inside, the sight shattering his heart.

Kyle was sitting curled up at the end of their bed, arms wrapped around his pulled up knees and his head laying on them. His face was glinting from fresh tears, his eyes were reddened – he was probably trying to wipe the evidence of his despair away, to no avail. Dean stepped inside and closed the door soundlessly. He slowly crept closer to the bed and took a seat next to the boy. He had a feeling, though, that Kyle knew exactly who joined him.

"Meg was lying" Kyle spoke quietly, confirming Dean's suspicion. "You were right."

"You're not completely human" the man deduced.

"I'm just like everybody else" Kyle continued. "I eat, drink, sleep and feel…" the boy swallowed. "And love…" he breathed, Dean barely catching it. "What makes me different are my sharp sight and quick reflexes and…" Dean had a guess that Kyle had a hard time with his difference, just like Harry with his past life, so he waited patiently, but he laid his hand onto a trembling shoulder, letting his support show.

"I can't…" Kyle shook his head. "Please… I just can't…" Dean gently embraced the distressed boy, who began sobbing. Remembering a similar reaction from Harry, Dean knew what had happened, so he began soothing the boy in his arms, before Kyle could make himself sick.

"Does Bobby know about this?" the man asked softly, while he rocked Kyle. The boy nodded, slowly calming down. "Promise me that you're going to tell me" Dean pleaded, which earned another, more confident nod as a reply. A while later, Dean carefully pushed the boy away and pressed a tender kiss onto the trembling lips, caressing the flushed cheek with his thumb. Kyle looked at him with wide, turquoise eyes, when they separated.

"I love you" Dean whispered with a wide, bright smile. Kyle's eyes widened some more in shock then reciprocated the smile:

"I love you, too."

The rest of the day passed by the lovers, leaving them in each other's company. Since they spent the night with demons and in the hospital, they took a nap before lunch. After a good meal, Kyle retired into their room, while Bobby went to work in the garage.

The boy was reading a book that he found in Dean's bag this morning, when an unsure melody reached his ears. He put the book down onto the bed and stepped out into the corridor. His eyes immediately landed on the ladder leading up to the attic, from where the melody was floating down: he realized that it was Dean playing the piano. He quickly climbed up to the attic and crept to the perfect place to sneak a look at his lover.

Dean was sitting in the sunlight at the black piano and was writing something onto the paper in front of the lifted top. As Kyle looked closer, he saw the man scribbling down notes onto the sheet then slowly, paying attention to the sounds played them. The melody was familiar to Kyle: Harry was playing it when they found the instrument, but under Dean's hands the music changed – like he was rewriting it. Kyle was watching the scene confused, but at the same time he was enjoying the picture in front of him: the sunlight embraced the man and piano with its blessing, giving the spectacle of a painting to the memory.

TBC

So, how did I do? Believe it or not, this is my first torture sequence I've ever wrote. Hope I did good!

And the winner of the poll is...

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CROSSDRESS!HARRY!

It was a really close competition, only one vote difference. For those, who voted for Feminine!Harry: don't worry! CrossDress!Harry includes him, as well, I just give Harry skirts and dresses, too, besides the jeans.

Thanks everyone for voting!

See you soon!