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 15 Rebel Yell

The rebellious snarls and yelling echoed through the entire floor of level three. Two extra sentinels were dispatched to help subdue the subject, both armed with taser units. As they skidded to a stop just outside the induction centre, they saw the carnage already in the room.

A tall and panting young man stood pressed into the far corner, keeping his back safe, furniture and paper scattered everywhere they looked, one of the other sentinels laid on the floor nursing a bloodied and probably broken nose, the other menaced the subject with his baton but stayed out of reach. Wild-eyed the subject watched for anyone to step too close as he fought for inner control again. Lavone stood leaning against a wall with a barely concealed look of amusement on his face, 'the more you fight us subject twenty-two the more you will be punished.'

'My name is Sam.'

'Subject twenty-two cease and desist now, or we will have to take further action.' Lavone said with a slight tinge of annoyance. Straightening he caught sight of the two armed sentinels waiting for the signal by the door, smiling at Sam Lavone stepped closer to him and made sure that Sam had his eyes firmly fixed on him.

'You do realise that fighting is futile don't you subject twenty-two.'

'My name is Sam.'

'Although you have already demonstrated just how advanced your skills are they are still out of control. You barely held it together subject twenty-two, with your training here on level three; you will learn to control your powers, and to fight without emotion.'

Sam watched the man warily; he saw the movement in his peripheral vision and tried to manoeuvre him around so he could watch the new intruders as well. One of the sentinels saw Sam's intent and split from his partner instead working his way around to the other doorway, deciding that a two-pronged attack would probably work better, this kid was well trained, in fact that well trained it was militaristic in execution.

'My name is Sam.'

'Subject twenty-two I am tired of this nonsense, stand down now.' Lavone ordered his anger getting the better of him.

Suddenly as the wind whipped around the room, again three things happened simultaneously. The two sentinels went for Sam with their tasers, one at a time but in synch with each other, and Sam launched himself at Lavone, determined to take his new tormentor down with him.

Sam's body convulsed as the electrical currents surged through his body, dropping to his knees he gasped for air and tried to shake off the effects when another surge went through him, they hit him with both weapons.

Stunned and barely conscious Sam collapsed to the floor, his body still spasming and twisting as the electrical current slowed to a stop.

'Restrain him now.' Lavone barked the order nursing his jaw, Sam managed to connect heavily with his fist before the first sentinel attacked, a black and purple bruise already forming along the jaw-line.

Roughly, the guards forced Sam's hands behind his back and tied them with plastic restraint strips, and then with one holding his legs the other tied his ankles together in the same fashion. Satisfied that Sam could no longer physically attack anyone Lavone ordered for him to be strapped to the chair, the battle was over and Sam lost.

Before Sam could regain enough of his senses to use his telekinesis again Lavone jabbed a long syringe into Sam's neck, the drug used to train unwilling subjects it works on their thought process, preventing them from forming cohesive thoughts and to use any mind methods, such as telekinesis, or telepathy.

Groggily Sam glared at the man but found he couldn't speak or even workout what had just happened, when he saw what Lavone held in his hands.

'This time there is no way you can stop it.' Lavone cooed in Sam's ear, taunting him, 'you could have had this done earlier without drugs, and restraints but you had to fight didn't you.' Running the scissor blades down Sam's cheek he revelled in the look of fear in Sam's green eyes. 'Ah yes it is going to happen and I have decided to do it myself.'

'Nooo.' Sam pushed the sob out weakly from his frozen throat; he could feel his heart thumping in his now silent and still body.

'Be thankful we don't do the full shave on ya.' Lavone laughed as he attacked Sam's hair with the very sharp scissors. Long dark clumps of hair fell down Sam's shoulders and gathered on the floor under the chair, in silent homage.

If Dean could only see this, him and Dad. Sam thought bitterly, they would be pissing themselves laughing and wished that they had thought of doing it this way.

Sam shuddered when he felt the clippers on the back of his neck, despondent he wondered what he would look like bald when the cutting and trimming stopped.

'Much better, take it to the physical and then take it directly to its cell, we're running late, and will have to start with training first thing in the morning. When punishment will also be dealt.'

'Sir.' The sentinel cut the straps away from Sam's ankles but left his wrists bound behind his back, as he and his partner half-dragged Sam to the medical unit in the next section.

The doctor examined Sam in complete silence, acting as though the younger man was nothing more than a piece of meat to inspect. He poked at the nearly healed surgical scar and other injuries Sam sustained after Grace's last attempt to heal him.

He muttered to himself, as he made copious notes and then he turned back to Sam and for the first time actually looked at him, 'subject twenty-two is in good condition, it will be fine to start training tomorrow. Although, we do not want the surgical scar reopened or damaged in anyway that may cause infection. We don't want to wreck Doctor Schlatter's handiwork do we?' He announced to Lavone as the man just entered the room.

'What about punishment Doctor?'

'Some physical yes, but don't over do it, deprivation will be a better course of action.' The doctor said dryly as he washed his hands, 'alright I'm done with it.'

Lavone led the way to the cells, the sentinels dragging a semi-conscious Sam between them, the effects of the drug now displaying their full effect in him.

They pushed Sam into the small cubicle with a bench bed and small basin and mirror above it, on the bed was clothing that resembled surgical scrubs in their design with the number twenty-two emblazoned on the back of the top.

Blinking owlishly at the cause of his misery Sam refused to back down with his defiance, knowing it was going to cause him pain but he didn't care anymore.

'Get some sleep if you can subject twenty-two training for you will start at dawn.' Lavone smirked before he turned on his heels and disappeared down the hallway, one of the silent sentinels stood over Sam with the taser ready while the other undid the plastic tie freeing Sam's wrists. Without taking their eyes off him, the two men backed out of the cell and sealed the entrance closed, effectively trapping Sam in a doorless room. 'Sleep well princess coz you're gonna need it.' One of them called over his shoulder making both of the guards laugh at Sam's expense.

Still woozy from the effects of the taser stuns and the drugs Sam staggered to the basin and splashed cold water on his face; tentatively he lifted his head and stared at his reflection on the mirror. A shaking hand reached up seemingly of its own accord to touch his newly cut hair, at least they didn't carry through with the threat of total baldness. His dark hair looked black now it was cut short back and sides, similar to Dean's except without the spikes, products, and professional cutting of course.

'Get a grip Sammy, its only hair it'll grow back.' Sam could hear Dean's voice so clearly it felt like his brother was standing next to him. choking back a sob Sam turned away from the mirror and stared around the cell, it was identical to the one he was in before, except smaller.

With a deep sigh, Sam dropped on the bed and pushed himself up against the wall, hugging his knees hard against his chest he curled into himself. Not trusting them to leave him alone while he slept, Sam became determined to stay awake and watchful.

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Summers watched Dean pace the area between the impala and the table, he reminded him of a large tiger or lion, caged in a zoo just stalking along the enclosure looking for a way out.

'Dammit where is he?' Dean muttered again staring at his watch as though it suddenly grew wings.

A battered truck pulled up in a cloud of dust and stones just as Dean resumed his pacing, 'bout freaking time ... what took you so long?'

'Picked up a passenger on the way, thought that we could use the help.' Came the gruff reply.

Blinking through the settling dirt and dust Summers focused on the new arrivals, an older man with slightly greying hair peeking out from a baseball cap, a week's worth of beard, and a cheeky grin. And the other man not much older than Dean, with a buzz cut that looked clean shaven in a certain light; he wore tatty jeans and had a large tattoo circling his upper arm.

'Summers this is Bobby and Caleb, guys this is Summers.' Dean introduced them using minimal words, without waiting for any of them to acknowledge the others Dean turned back to the new arrivals. 'Sorry to drag you guys into this.'

'Hey Dean, you and Sammy, you're family.' Bobby said laying his hand on Dean's shoulder in a fatherly gesture.

'So where is the kid at?' Caleb asked, his bright stare still fixed firmly on Summers' face, 'and what's this dude got to do with it?'

'Summers is okay Caleb,' Dean started before anything else could be said, 'he got shot trying to help Sammy, it's the bastards that run that place we want.'

'What kind of place are we talking about Dean?' Bobby asked his scowl fast turning into a deep frown.

'The institute, it is ... they take anyone they deem different, psychics and the like, they brainwash them, torture them into using their powers on command and then retrain them some for military use, some for scientific and some for research. They were also talking about a breeding program but that never happened.' Summers explained, 'I ah was Sam's guard and carer there, until they decided I got too close to the subject and had me eliminated or thought that they did.'

'What's happened to Sam in there?' Caleb asked, 'Dean?'

'Enough talk, let's get on with this.' Dean growled his patience gone, 'Summers do you know how to get to level three?'

'I can find out easy enough.' Summers said sitting up he winced as the movement pulled on the new stitches in his side.

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Two pretty and young women sat in the office chatting happily together; they watched the monitors with distracted interest but preferred to catch up instead.

'Ladies.' Sloane smiled at the two women as he walked in and sat down, 'Grace how are you feeling.'

'Much better thank you Father, how did it go?'

'Better than we could ever have imagined, what about you Sandy?'

'I would have liked to keep Dean a little while longer, but ... I'm good thanks Father.'

Sloane looked down at his two daughters and smiled deeply, Sandy looked so much like him at times, but Grace was the spitting image of her mother.

'I am sorry Grace to put you through all of that.'

'Hey Dad, don't worry bout it, it's all good now.' Grace smiled, 'though it does feel good to be me again.'

'Grace you know if I had another healer ...'

'Yes Dad I know, don't worry bout it, like I said it's all good now and well let's just say that Sammy was worth it.'

'Grace!' Sloane chided his daughter with a chuckle following. 'You did extremely well keeping it going for so long, the rape scene was brilliant by the way.'

'Thanks, it was all Sandy's idea though,' Grace grinned, 'I do feel kinda bad though.'

'Why?'

'Well Sammy was so sweet and trusting, I did kinda like him.'

'Well whatcha know little sister has a heart after all.'

'Girls, focus we have a lot more work to do.' Sloane said as he turned to watch Sam on the monitor. 'How is the serum coming along Grace?'

'I feel fine now Dad no side-effects.'

'Excellent.'

'Although if you had to use it on a long term basis is anyone's guess.'

'Maybe I shouldn't have gotten rid of Summers so quickly, he would have been a good test subject.'

'Daddy?'

'Yes Grace?'

'If I wasn't your daughter would you...?'

'Honestly? Yes, my Darling I would have you in here as a real subject. But you are my daughter, your mother's daughter and I would never do anything that would harm you.'

'What about me Daddy?' Sandy asked pouting prettily, 'just coz Grace inherited Mom's healing...'

'Ah my Darling girl, you are perfect as well, you have such a brilliant mind, your IQ is through the roof, and your dedicated work into the research is beyond reproach.'

'Thanks Dad, speaking of which the latest test results on subject twenty-two came in.'

'And?'

'Well there is good news, and umm not so good news.'

'Sandra Eileen Sloane what are you talking about?'

'Oh now I get the full name treatment!' Sandy snapped, 'anyway I thought that you wanted to know straight away. Before it starts its training in the morning.'

TBC