The Institute

Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone from Supernatural nor do I profit in any way. I just write for the love of writing about the boys and hurting them on the odd occasion.

Warnings:

Rated for language, violence and torture.

NO Wincest or Slash involved in this or any of my stories.

Author's Note: This is not a supernatural story as such, though the demon may make an appearance later on.

Just one little other thing no agencies or agents were brainwashed, manipulated or tortured in anyway. :0)

CHAPTER 5 - Welcome to Cold Haven Mr Hunt

Dean yawned and stretched sipping his coffee he readjusted his binoculars and watched the compound carefully for any signs of Sam. The interview was two days ago and he still hadn't heard anything, frustration built as did his growing anxiety for his brother's health. Sam had given up, he could tell even in that brief moment during the tour. If he didn't get him out soon, he would lose him forever and that was not an option.

The incessant ringing of his mobile phone made Dean jump and spill his coffee on his legs yelping as the scalding liquid soaked through the denim. 'Yes?' he snapped a little harsher than he normally would.

'Mr Hunt? Dylan Hunt?' a woman asked barely concealing her displeasure in her voice.

'Yes sorry, I'm Dylan Hunt.' Dean said trying to mop the spilt drink at the same time.

'This is Delia Stone, Mister Sloane's personal assistant.'

'Oh yes hello Ms Stone nice to hear from you.'

'Yes well, it seems that Mister Sloane does have a position on staff here at the Cold Haven Institute if you are still interested.'

'Yes, yes I am very interested.'

'Very good, then be at the front gates at seven hundred hours sharp.'

'Tomorrow at seven got it, I will be there for sure thanks Ms Stone.'

'Very good then good day Mister Hunt I will see you in the morning.'

Grace sat back and stared at Sam confused, for the third day in a row he steadfastly refused her healing him completely. Allowing only enough for him to function and to abate her own symptoms.

'Why Sam?'

'No Grace, I am not going to let you get so sick healing me anymore. That last time nearly killed you.'

'And you Sam,' she replied holding his hand tightly she ran her thumb pad over his knuckles. 'I can feel your strength Sam; it's like a drug so enticing.'

'Like yours Grace.' Sam said thickly cupping her face with his free hand, 'I feel so strong when I am with you.' His voice husky with unshed emotion Sam bent his head down and leaned in kissing her softly on the lips.

The power between them surged filling the air with static electricity, 'you are the only reason why I am still alive now.' Sam whispered against her moist lips.

'Please Sam don't be so sad,' Grace said as she kissed him, taking her time she traced his lips with the tip of her tongue before sliding it between them. With a guttural moan, Sam slid his arms around Grace's shoulders and pulled her in closer deepening the kiss.

Rough hands grabbed Grace by the hair and yanked her away from Sam, shattering their moment into tiny shards, Grace cried out as they roughly threw her against the wall. While two guards bore down on Sam, 'No leave her alone,' Sam cried out rushing at the bigger men, 'don't touch her.'

'Get her back to her own cell.' One of the guards ordered just as Sam's right fist connected with his jaw. 'Son of a ...' swinging around he straight armed Sam across his throat causing him to drop to his knees gasping desperately for air. Grace screamed as she felt each blow and kick as they pummelled away at Sam, who now lay unconscious and vulnerable on the floor, his own blood pooling around him;

'What the hell is going on here?' Summers bellowed as he raced down the short hallway skidding to a stop at the open door to Sam's cell. 'Get off him now.'

'Found it and the bitch at each other,' one of the guards spat out annoyed at having their fun interrupted.

'Get off him now,' Summers ordered again, 'report to Doctor Schlatter immediately.'

'Where do you get off giving us orders?'

'When I am in charge of the new arrivals and when I can do to you what you're doing to him ... is that clear.'

'Why? It's just a freak!' the guard snarled aiming one last kick at Sam's back as he walked away, a smile of grim satisfaction on his face. 'Oh you had better check your other little pet Summers, it aint looking too good either.'

The four men left laughing at their latest round of fun, 'she sobbed and begged but loved it,' the fourth one bragged still doing up his trousers. 'She aint gonna want him now she's tasted the real thing.'

'The real thing? Get a grip Jonesy, since when are you the real thing?'

'Why jealous are ya Stan?' Jonesy laughed and pushed the other man in the back.

Summers crouched down next to Sam and checked his pulse thankfully he was still alive, as gently as he could he picked the younger man up and laid him down on the hard bed before going to check on Grace.

Grace lay huddled in a corner, naked from the waist down she curled tighter in on herself when she saw Summers walk into her cell. 'Please no more.' She cried her eyes wide and filled with unshed tears.

'Sh it's alright Grace, I'm not going to hurt you anymore,' Summers said holding his hands out, palms up and fingers flat in the most unthreatening posture he could use he crouched down to look at her. 'Ah damn Grace I am so sorry.'

'Sam? I can feel him, he's dying isn't he?' Grace whispered forgetting her own pain and humiliation as she absorbed Sam's.

'He's not doing too good they really worked him over.' Summers admitted.

'Help me get up please.' Grace started to uncurl herself, 'my pants?'

'Here but Grace you're not strong enough to heal Sam, you're badly hurt too.'

'No, no please it makes me ill if I can feel them and can't reach them.' Grace muttered feeling better once she was able to put her pants back on. 'Take me to him please?'

With a heavy sigh, Summers picked Grace up and carried her into the other room, placing her on the bed next to Sam.

As Summers watched in awe while Grace steadied herself and placed each hand on Sam, healing him slowly from the inside out, Tobias arrived and watched the healing a small smile on his face.

At first, he had been appalled and furious with the guards but then the scientist in him took over and he decided he wanted to see what would happen this time with the healing. Now that the two subjects wanted to mate, thoughts of a breeding program filled his mind, the idea of breeding his own psychics, trained from infancy to become the perfect agents, their usage incomprehensible it was so great, the idea made him salivate, and he felt his growing erection harden.

Sam's eyes snapped open and he pulled away from Grace pushing himself up against the wall, 'no! Grace no more.' He panted out, 'I don't want to be healed.'

'Sam please let me help you,' Grace begged weakly, the effort already taking most of her life force.

'No, please Summers take her away,' Sam turned to his new friend imploring him silently, when he froze staring just behind Summer's shoulder. Turning around the guard faced Doctor Tobias Schlatter.

'How long have you been standing there Doctor?' Summers asked suspiciously.

'Just long enough to see the healing process; it never ceases to amaze me,' Schlatter answered, 'why is it refusing the healing though?'

'Subject twenty-two shows compassion for twenty-one, it doesn't want twenty-one to die at its expense.'

'True empathy is such a wasted gift.' Schlatter sighed, 'very well take subject twenty-one back to its cell and then clean twenty-two up and bring him to me in the main lab, the new assistant arrives in the morning and I want to go over a few things this evening.'

Summers carried Grace back to her cell and made her as comfortable as possible before hurrying back to Sam.

'You should have let me die.' Sam shot out as soon as the older man returned.

'Grace wouldn't let me, she could feel your pain, and it was making her sick.'

'It's not fair Summers, she doesn't deserve this.'

'Neither of you do.' Summers said sadly, 'come on kiddo I have to get you cleaned up you've been summoned.'

Sam meekly followed Summers back to the lab early the next morning, the session the previous evening took a lot out of Sam and he finally stopped fighting the doctor, even Summers couldn't get Sam to utter a single word when he took him back to his cell.

Now, just as dawn broke over the institute subject twenty-two took Sam's broken mind and formed a protective shell around it, it allowed the numbness to descend and for the turmoil, anxiety and panic to filter away through the blankness.

Summers kept glancing at his young charge dismayed at his sudden change in demeanour. Whatever the doctor did to him in that last session broke Sam's spirit completely. The boy didn't even answer to Sam anymore, only turned dull eyes to whoever called him subject twenty-two.

'Good morning Summers, subject twenty-two.' Doctor Tobias Schlatter greeted them at the door of the main labs. 'And how is our star performer this morning?'

'Subject twenty-two is completely compliant Doctor,' Summers reported tonelessly, 'it has been silent and now only answers to subject twenty-two.'

'Excellent, let's see how we do this morning. Subject twenty-two strip off your clothes and place yourself on the examination table.' The doctor ordered watching closely as Sam moved almost robotically. Undressing first and then moving to the exam table he laid down without blinking his eyes once.

'Excellent, what are you called?'

'Subject twenty-two.'

'What are you called?'

'Subject twenty-two.'

'Excellent, no hesitation at all,' the doctor noted everything down and then proceeded to give Sam a thorough examination. 'Subject twenty-two still shows signs of the beating it received yesterday. Bruising around the kidney area the most prominent.' The doctor stopped recording when he heard a soft tapping on the door, 'come in,' he yelled annoyed at the interruption.

'Your new assistant Doctor Schlatter,' Delia Stone marched in with a young man following close behind. 'He is the one Mister Sloane explained to you about.'

'Very good thank you Ms Stone,' the doctor nodded as he regarded the file she handed him. Without another word, the officious woman strode out of the lab leaving Dean standing just inside the door.

'Mister Hunt is it?' Doctor Schlatter closed the distance between him and Dean easily in two strides, 'well Mister Hunt your ass is now mine.'

'Excuse me?'

'You are to do whatever I order you to do, without question.' Tobias continued, 'you will speak only when spoken too unless you must ask a question. Think about your questions carefully Mister Hunt I do not tolerate ineptness, rudeness, tardiness or incessant and inane questions.'

'Yes Doctor.' Dean said trying to sound eager, 'what would you like to me to do first?'

'Very good, I am in the middle of examining a subject before its next round of tests; you will take all notes as well as recording my findings.'

'Yes Sir.'

The doctor nodded his head and then indicated for Dean to follow him, 'this is subject twenty-two it is undergoing the next phase of it's induction.'

Dean stared in dismay down at Sam lying passively on the table, 'excuse me doctor but may I ask why is he not restrained?'

'Restraints no longer become necessary when the subjects assimilate, as you will see they are quite pliable after a while.' The doctor continued to do the examination while Dean tried to ignore the fact that it was his baby brother lying there, 'hang in there Sammy, I'm gonna get you out of here.' The only thought running through his mind.

'Very good now Mister Hunt, the next phase in subject twenty-two's treatment is to find out exactly what gifts he harbours.' The doctor explained as he fixed small electrodes and patches to Sam's forehead, temples, and chest. 'Some of course only have limited abilities but there are quite a few who have abilities that lay dormant and need the right stimuli to bring them out.'

'And you think that subject twenty-two is one of these?'

'Yes, yes it has already shown signs of precognition, telekinesis, and empathy it will be interesting to see what else is lurking there.'

Risking a glance down at Sam's face, Dean felt his heart sink when he saw no recognition in Sam's eyes. 'So how do you do this?' he asked clearing his throat.

'You are very eager aren't you Mister Hunt.'

'Just here to learn from the best, Doctor Schlatter.'

'Very good Mister Hunt, you can conduct the first test yourself.' Tobias said watching the young man closely, 'do you think you can do that?'

'What do you want me to do Doctor?' Dean asked over the pounding of his heart.

'We have already established that the subject can easily move objects with its mind so now we are going to see if it can create things with its mind.'

'Create things?'

'Yes, now for the first test place this hood over the subject's head,' Tobias passed a silky black hood to Dean, 'it cannot hear or see anything once it is on.'

Dean held his breath and tried to quell the tremors in his hand as he slipped the hood over Sam's head and fastened it around his neck. He noticed the quickening of Sam's breathing as panic started to set in.

'Mister Hunt are you still with me?' Tobias snapped, 'if you cannot stomach this then say so now and I will have you sent to another part of...'

'No, no Doctor it is fine, so what next?'

'Take the subject to the far wall and place its wrists in the cuffs, it must not be able to move away from the wall.'

Dean pulled Sam as carefully as he could from the table and gripping his arm tightly guided him to the far wall, gritting his teeth as he fastened the cuffs around Sam's already too thin wrists.

'Very good now Mister Hunt I want you to ignite the fire directly in front of the subject.'

'Ignite the fire?' Dean blinked in shock, 'I am sorry Doctor but why a fire?'

'As this is your first day I will allow your first and only questioning my methods. This is to see what kind of self-preservation this subject has. Only able to feel the heat from the fire and sense the danger, we will soon find out if it can either erect a barrier between it and the fire or produce some sort of extinguisher effect to put it out.'

Dean bit down on his tongue and complied with the doctor's orders, terrified at what would happen to Sam if he didn't.

'Transcribe the event Mister Hunt, I do not want anything to be missed.'

'Subject has started to hyperventilate,' Dean started with a shaky voice, 'it has sensed the fire.'

A hoarse scream filled the air as the flames licked at Sam's bare legs, 'Doctor please subject twenty-two is not responding.' Dean cried out desperately as he watched in horror as the flames burnt Sam's flesh.

'Give it time Mister Hunt.' The Doctor snapped back enjoying the show immensely.

Sam screamed again, his chest heaving with each torturous gasp of air, a wind picked up from nowhere, sending papers and smaller pieces of furniture spiralling around the room. Wide-eyed Dean whispered into the recorder describing everything that was happening as the wind moved the flames away from Sam directing them instead to the doctor's direction.

'Atta boy Sammy.' Dean thought forcing himself not to grin he kept recording the event, dictating every thing happening.

The doctor jumped backwards and called for the guards to come with the fire extinguishers, within moments the fire was out and the winds died down, leaving only an echoing breeze caressing Sam.

'Remove the hood and give the subject a cursory examination Mister Hunt.' The doctor ordered, 'I will return in a few moments. It is to remain cuffed to the wall by the way.'

'Yes Sir.' Dean snapped out as he dropped the clipboard and tape recorder and hurried over to Sam. Gently he took the hood off Sam and dropped it on the floor, looking up he cupped Sam's face in his hands and tried to get his brother to focus on him.

All of his natural instincts of survival seemed to dissipate with he saw Sam, instead of acting vigilant he let his guard down. 'Sammy can you hear me?'

'I am called subject twenty-two.' Sam replied tonelessly.

'No, no you are Sam Winchester, you're my brother.' Dean whispered desperately.

'I am subject twenty-two.' Sam repeated, blinking slowly he dropped his gaze to the floor and remained silent standing submissively in front of Dean.

'Very good Mister Hunt, now it is time to step up the testing.' Tobias announced as he breezed back into the room. 'Physical endurance.'

TBC