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.

CHAPTER 13 A paranormal storm's brewing.

Lightening flashed illuminating the dark room, a few seconds later the roll of thunder shook the glass windows, the storm peaking in the dark of the night. Steaming rain hit the roads and footpaths, sizzling with steam where it hit the sunbaked earth.

'Sam!' Dean cried out and sat up shuddering with fright and disorientation, sleepily he gazed around the room, it was still the same room at Sandy's house, but something seemed different. Another bolt of lightening lit the room again and the glittering silver on the door caught Dean's eye. That was what was different; there was a now a shining new lock on the door. Someone has locked him in the bedroom.

Sliding out of the bed, he padded over to the lock and tried it, 'Sandy what the fuck is going on?' he yelled starting to bang on the door with his fists, Dean could feel his temper rising, he was so sick and tired of this place and of that freaking institute.

'Sandy open this fucking door now!'

'Sorry Dean, but it's for your own good.' Sandy called from the other side of the door, 'the doctor said you needed to rest, it was the only way to keep you home.'

'Dammit Sandy I am not going to ask again, unlock the door.' Dean seethed but he tried to calm himself down to try to reason with the woman, currently an impossible feat for him.

'Dean calm down or I will call the doctor again.' Sandy threatened, 'I'm going to work, please, please calm down and rest.'

'Sandy let me out now!' Dean bellowed as he started to kick the wooden door, trying to break the seemingly flimsy wood.

'I have to go Dean; I'll be back with breakfast in a few hours.'

'Sandy don't you dare leave me locked in here.' Dean yelled but he received no response a short time later he heard the front door slam and racing to the window, he watched her pull out of the drive and head towards the diner. Streaks of red fought with the blackness of night for supremacy of the sky.

A quick search of his room elicited nothing, his clothes, shoes everything were gone. well except for his wallet and car keys, they were still in the drawer of the bedside table. 'Finally something's going my way.' Dean muttered as he looked for something to smash the window with.

'Hang on Sammy I'm coming.' Dean muttered as he swung the wooden chair with all of his waning strength at the window. The glass shattering in a strangely lyrical way blending with the another roll of thunder.

Picking his way through the broken glass Dean scramble through his impromptu exit and ran for the impala. Swearing intensely as he cut his feet on the broken glass.

Pausing for a few minutes to throw on some clothes from his bag and grabbed another pair of boots, after slamming the trunk lid down he limped gingerly around to the driver's side door. Cussing broadly under his breath, even thinking of a few new ones that would even have his father blushing, Dean sat down and concentrated on removing the shards of glass from his feet. After a few minutes he managed to remove all of the pieces, clean the cuts and bandage them up for now. He would get them fixed later, when Sam was safe, he decided pulling his socks and boots on, wincing even more when he put pressure on the torn soles of his feet.

Pulling the car out of Sandy's driveway Dean glanced back once at the house and then he sped away, leaving a cloud of dust and burnt rubber in his wake. 'Eat that bitch.'

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Summers sat watching Sam with an unblinking stare, his young charge came out of his surgery still critical, but Schlatter seemed pleased enough with the way the operation went.

'Damn kid you've got more lives than a cat.' He muttered checking the charts once again, taking Schlatter's orders literally, Summers hadn't left Sam's side, he watched the entire operation, sat with him in the recovery suite, and now in his own room, he remained watching over him. 'I know I'm not Dean but I hope you consider me a good enough substitute until the real thing can get here.' He muttered good naturedly, 'I am so sorry Sam that you have had to go through all of this.'

'Dean?' Sam murmured softly as he tossed restlessly in the grips of a nightmare, his long fingers clutched at the sheets spasmodically, 'Dean no!' he screamed his eyes snapping open at the sametime startling Summers. 'Dean!'

'Sammy, hey Sam its okay, it's all okay.' Summers tried to calm the boy down before the guards came running in to see what the noise was all about. 'Sam look at me, come on kid don't freak out on me now.'

'Where's Dean?' Sam sobbed, 'please where's Dean?'

'He's safe Sam and he's gonna come for you don't worry bout that.' Summers answered him as loudly as he dared, 'dude I need you to look at me, can you do that?'

Sam nodded mutely holding a shaking hand out to Summers, 'please you have to get Dean a message.'

'No, nope no way Sam, you can give him your own message.'

'Summers please I'm not going to make it, we both know it.' Sam said with a small soft, sad smile, 'I know it's time, hell I've cheated death too many times.'

'Look Sam I know that you're not gonna die, the big guy up there he has plans for you, good plans ... You're too special to lose Sam don't let anyone tell you otherwise.'

'Tell Dean, tell Dean I love him and, and l know he tried ... he has to go on and finish this.'

'Sam that's enough.' Summers barked out a little harsher than he planned, kicking himself when he saw the younger man flinch and pull away from him. 'Listen to me Sam, you came through your operation okay, you need to rest and behave yourself, but you are going to make it.'

'I can feel it Summers, I can feel the darkness of death crawling up inside me, and I'm just so tired I don't want to fight anymore. I just want to lie down and ...'

'Don't you dare finish that sentence Sam, please don't.' Summers' voice broke as he spoke, jumping up he stared down at Sam whose eyes started to slide closed again, 'sleep Sammy I'll be back soon with a reason for you to keep fighting.'

Summers double checked the orders with the guards outside Sam's room, no one except Doctor Schlatter or Summers himself, is allowed in the room. Including Sloane.

Hurrying through the labyrinth of corridors Summers went to the psych ward and then found out where they held Grace now.

The young woman smiled benignly at the stranger as he entered her room, 'hello.' She said in a soft voice, 'I am subject twenty-one, have you come to take me to the testing rooms?'

'Grace?' Summers whispered a sinking feeling started to roil in his stomach, 'Grace it's me, it's Summers.'

'I'm sorry but I don't know who Grace is, and who you are ... I am subject twenty-one.'

'Grace ... subject twenty-one Sam needs you.'

'Sam?' Grace frowned at the name, it meant something to her that she knew, but she couldn't remember what.

'What did they do to you?' Summers muttered, 'I will be taking you to the testing centre to recommence your healer duties but first I have to take you to subject twenty-two he needs your help.'

'Of course, I am sorry if I don't remember you, I don't remember much after the masters had me reawaken.'

'Don't worry bout it, but we have to hurry, subject twenty-two is in a lot of pain.'

'I can feel the worry emanating from you.' Grace said placing a hand on Summer's forearm, 'I will do as I am bid.'

'Thank you.'

'What happened to it? To subject twenty-two.'

'A long story and one I will tell you as we walk but we do have to get going.'

Grace listened intently as Summers explained what happened to Sam, starting with when they were placed together when Sam first arrived at the Institute. Their escape attempt, their brutality with the young escapee since and as he finished telling about surgery and how Sloane caused Sam to come so close to death Grace paled and put her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the scream bubbling upwards, bringing with it all of the locked away memories. 'Sam?' she moaned, swaying Grace started to collapse, but Summers caught her and made her look at him.

'For both of your sakes, yours and Sam's you have to keep it together Grace, they can't find out that their reprogramming failed, or you will be sent to the sweep.'

'I-I'm fine please take me to him.' Grace whispered composing herself, she managed to fix the blank look on her face and calmed her breathing, 'forgive my weakness, and now please take me to subject twenty-two.' She said in a soft clear voice.

Summers stood in front of the door barring anyone from entering while Grace worked to heal Sam. 'I am so sorry Sam.' she whispered when she saw his condition, her gaze floated up to the bags of blood and fluid on the frames, trickling down the tubing into his arm. She avoided looking at the various scars and half-healed wounds, the multi-coloured bruises and the white surgical bandaging covering his upper body. 'Oh Sam.'

Weeping silently Grace laid her hands on Sam and started to heal him, 'No Grace, no.' Sam cried feeling a cocoon of warmth surrounding him he opened his eyes and stared up at the young healer. 'No Grace please don't, I don't deserve it.'

TBC