Dean and Kate get to play, well Kate does at least!

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Chapter 5

Dean was dragged from his reverie by voices and movements; they were others in the room with him. He struggled to bring himself fully back, hesitating to open his eyes as he felt the touch on his face, the memories of her touch lingering on him, making him tremble. He knew though that this wasn't her, this was something else.

Kate was sitting on the bed exactly were Helena had been when he opened his eyes. He was almost relieved to see that it was her knowing that at least her torture of him he could handle, it would be physical pain not like that of his last visitor.

Wakey, wakey, there's a good little hunter, have a nice sleep?" She ran her hand through his hair and then grabbed a handful, painfully yanking his head up and to the side.

"Nice love bite." She pushed her nails into the mark on his neck, opening it, smiling as she did, knowing how much it must hurt. She liked that he didn't react. She wanted him to fight. "So what did you think of our Helena then? She a looker isn't she, quite something, she liked you, I think the word she used was exquisite, thought you quite the tasty snack." Kate lent forward and clacked her teeth at him for effect. She lifted his arm and showed him the drip. "Look at this, she likes you so much that she's gonna refuel you just so that she can get to drain you all over again. I thought I was twisted but I've got nothing on her. So don't worry Dean she'll be back but first, you and I get to play. Isn't that nice?"

"Wonderful. I'm happy for us. Can you just do what you're gonna do and let me get back to sleep; I was having such a great dream, I was watching my dad waste your boyfriend." He smiled at the look that crossed her face.

"Now Dean that's not very nice. Why'd you want to make me angry with you, do you get off on pain? Is that your gig? 'Cos if it is, you're really gonna enjoy our little game over the next few days. Want to guess what the game is called?"

Dean was sure he really didn't want to but he asked anyway. "Ok, I'll play." He tried to raise his hands slightly. "Bite my guest?"

"So close there Dean but no, it is a simple game with five stages."

"Sounds fun. So what five delights do you have in store for me then eh?" He managed to keep his voice light and defiant.

Kate touched her hand to his chest feeling the increase in his heartbeat. "Oh it will be fun, for me at least. The five stages of torture Dean, that's what our game is going to be.

She lent over him and put her hands on either side of his face, drawing him up towards her, wanting to see any reaction that he had to her words. "Five simple stages - Blunt, Sharp, Hot, Cold and Loud. Now that does sound like fun, doesn't it?"

"Looking forward to it. So where do you want to start this little joy fest of yours?" His eyes were blank not willing to show her the turmoil inside that her words were causing. He pasted his patented grin back onto his face.

She was glad he was defiant because she was going to enjoy knocking that right out of him, literally. Kate got up and walked over to the corner, out of sight of his line of vision. He heard rather than saw the swing of the baseball bat through the air, listened to the sound as she smacked it off of her hand. "I thought we'd start at the beginning, blunt." She swung the bat in a lazy arc and smashed it down on Dean's restrained left wrist. His scream mixed with the sounds of his wrist bone breaking.

"See that was fun." She watched him struggle to bring his breathing under control, to manage the pain; waiting until he was almost there and then she swung at the arm again, this time a little higher, shattering his forearm just below the elbow. His scream this time was higher, longer. He looked at her with rage in his eyes, trying to concentrate on his anger, let it override the pain he was feeling.

She dropped the baseball bat and sat back beside him, delighting in his struggle to hide the pain that she knew he had to be feeling. She took his shattered arm and then twisted it causing him to cry out briefly. "Does that hurt?" She smiled as her refused to answer. "I asked does that hurt." She twisted the arm harder; He didn't cry out this time, swallowed the scream that wanted to escape but she could see the pain flickering through his face even as he tried to not show it. She smiled at him as she twisted it again. "Dean?" She thought for a moment he was going to defy her again but then he answered her, his voice low, full of pain and hate. "It hurts, bitch."

"See that wasn't so hard but we really have to teach you to mind you manners." She turned to No Neck who was standing behind her, watching. "Jason, you know what I want you to do, I want you to show Mr Winchester here why it's not polite to speak to people like that." She stood up and opened Dean's restraints and they hauled him to his feet, dragging him across the floor and then finally securing his hands in another set of cuffs, hanging the chain over a hook that hung down from the ceiling. Dean wished that he could just pass out from the pain in his arm but his body and mind was refusing to cooperate for the moment. He closed his eyes as the first punch hit home, as Jason began using him as a human punch bag. Kate just sat watching on the edge of the bed, enjoying the show.

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Sam had searched a few of the surrounding building but to no avail, the vampires where gone and the trail was cold. He had given up after four hours and as daylight had started to creep its way across the sky, deciding to head to the hospital and check on Bobby and Father Thomas, perhaps even get his arm looked at might be a good idea.

He parked the Impala on the street, the car too big to fit in the multi storey attached to the hospital and made his way round to the A&E. It was almost empty at this time in the morning, the drunks having already been treated and gone home and the daily accident victims not yet started to drift in. He made his way up to the desk.

"Hi, I'm looking for someone that was brought in last night, a Bobby Singer?" The receptionist looked through the notes on her computer terminal and asked if he was family, confirming that he was she asked him to take a seat while she checked what was happening with Bobby. He heard her voice calling to him as he walked away.

"Sir, Mr Trent?" Sam turned. "Perhaps I should get a nurse to look at that arm for you?" She had obviously spotted how badly he was favouring it. He realised that he'd forgotten to even ask, his mind was a mess.

"Thank you." He walked back and handed her his medical card then headed in the direction that she had pointed out for the waiting area. He sat down and closed his eyes, noting for the first time how tired he was and how much his arm hurt. He was drawn from his repose by a familiar voice.

"I take it you didn't find him?" Sam opened his eyes and looked into those of the priest. He shook his head.

"No, they had cleared out before I got there; I think that some were probably clearing out even as the others were forcing us back to the church."

"So there's no trail now then? No way to track where they've taken him?"

"I don't think so, I mean vampires are hard to track unless they're feeding and leaving bodies and these ones have got what they want. The only way to track them would be to use another vampire but I don't see that happening somehow, do you?" Sam was surprised that the notion had even entered his head.

"No son, I can't say that I've ever met a friendly vampire." The priest watched as a look crossed Sam's face, the idea forming even as they spoke. The priest continued. "I still don't understand why they picked my church, was it because of my connections to Bobby?"

Sam voiced his concern to the old man. "Father, I do think your church was targeted on purpose, but I don't think they cared about Bobby or killing the people who were attending your church, I think they were after Dean all along."

"But why?" The priest thought back to how distressed Dean had been just being in the church. "Is it because of what happened to him, where he was? Did you think that they want him for who he is or where he's been?"

Sam was startled. He hadn't mentioned anything to the priest about his brother's ordeal. "How do you know anything about my brother? Did Bobby tell you?" Sam couldn't believe that Bobby would have talked to someone about Dean's deal.

Father Thomas looked down at his hands and then back at Sam. "Bobby came to me for help with trying to save your brother and then again after, after your brother passed. I maybe a small town priest but my family are all involved in the church and I have a few very powerful friends. I tried to help by asking a few favours but even with my connections we could find anything that would help."

"Why did Bobby come to you after Dean was dead? Was he trying to find a way to bring him back?"

"No, he just needed someone to talk to; your brother's death affected Bobby greatly. Surely you must have realised that, seen how broken he was by it?"

Sam had known that Bobby was upset by what had happened to Dean, but broken by it? Bobby had been his rock through the months that Dean had been gone, he couldn't equate the man that had always been there for him to someone that had been broken but then again Sam had been on autopilot at that point, barely making it through each day, unaware of anything but his own sense of loss.

A thought crossed Sam's mind. If Bobby had been broken by not managing to break Dean's deal how was he going to react to his having being taken on a hunt that he had asked them for help on, a hunt that had been a set up to get to Dean.

His train of thought was interrupted by a nurse calling his name. "Mr Trent? Let's get this arm seen to and then we can go see your uncle, ok." Father Thomas told him that he would wait on him, that they could go see Bobby together. He watched as the priest settled himself into a seat and then followed the nurse through the double doors.