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)

Author's Note: Sorry for the short length of this chapter but I felt a little evil and decided on ending it where I did! LOL plus I am trialling a new form of pain medication and it makes me very tired very easily but actually the main reason is that well evil is my middle name!!!!!!!!!!!! mmmmmmmwahahahaha I am building for a big finale for this story so there is about 3 more chapters to go.

CHAPTER 22 Sam and Dean who?

Dean sighed deeply and turned his head to watch Sam, worried that Sam was yet to regain consciousness. Silent people dressed in white moved around them, taking blood, doing tests but never saying a word.

He felt a hard pressure just under his right hip that was really starting to tic him off when he realised that when they jabbed him no one checked his pockets. Urgently he tried to think of something anything to get at least one of his hands free.

'Nurse, hey Nurse I need help now.' Dean yelled letting his voice get louder with each word.

'What is it?' a middle-aged nurse came running in with a harried look on her rather plain features.

'I have to use the bathroom like now.' Dean snapped.

'I'll go and get you a bottle.'

'No you won't listen lady I have to take a dump and now, no stuffing round with bedpans and stuff, coz I can guarantee you it aint gonna be pretty.'

The nurse stopped and stared in horror at the young man, the look of pain and sheen of sweat on his face sighing dramatically she disappeared for a few minutes coming back with a male orderly and a commode.

'Okay let's get you organised.' The man smirked at the shocked look on Dean's face.

'Look I don't think I need handholding to go to the freaking toilet.' Dean protested.

'Aint holding nothing but it is protocol.' The man said undoing Dean's restraints and hauled him off the bed and onto the commode. Grumbling Dean conceded to the manhandling by mentally tallying up the retribution list. A blanket tossed idly across his knee and without another word the orderly strapped Dean's left hand to the armrest before taking off to the bathroom down the corridor.

Wheeling him into the cubicle, he gave Dean a merciless grin and left him alone to workout how he was going to use the bathroom with one hand strapped to the commode.

After a couple of goes Dean managed to get his pants down, luckily he wasn't lying about having to go but it wasn't as urgent as he made out. Desperately he pulled the cell phone out and stared at it for a moment trying to work out what to do. He knew that the orderly was standing just outside the cubicle so he couldn't call, so he would have to rely on Caleb having his cell on him and turned on. As quickly as possible he keyed in a text message.

Sam me institute med wing. Need help. Sam bad way.

Sliding the phone back into his pocket he started to make some groaning sounds and finally finished the sound of his flushing brought the smirking orderly back to stand in the cubicle's doorway. 'Aw need someone to wipe your poopy butt?'

'Get fucked.' Dean snarled, 'just take me back to my room.'

'What's the rush?' the orderly leered enjoying the look of utter discomfort on Dean's face. 'You aint going anywhere.'

'Let me out of here.' Dean growled.

'What's the rush?' the man bent close to Dean resting both hands on the armrests so that their noses almost touch. 'I can make you stay here a lot easier.'

'Get the fuck away from me. Dude ever heard of mouthwash?' Dean tried to turn his face away from the man.

'Aw gee you're blushing.'

'I do not blush.' Dean retorted but before he could do anything else the man slammed his mouth against Dean's crushing their lips together teeth clashing. Gasping for air Dean snarled and ducked his chin down and brought his head up head butting his attacker.

'You little shit.' The orderly cried out striking Dean hard across his face.

'What is happening here?' the nurse demanded coming to see what was taking so long, she took in the fact that Dean was trapped in the toilet cubicle with his hands strapped to the armrests, the orderly holding his mouth where blood dribbled after putting his tooth through his tongue. 'Get out Ted before I report you.' She hissed pushing the orderly out of the way to get a better look at Dean's face. 'You okay?'

'Peachy.' Dean mumbled wincing when he felt her touching his split lip. 'Thanks.' He whispered hesitantly.

After cleaning his face up the nurse wheeled Dean back to his room, deciding on the way to report the orderly it was obvious what he was going to do and she knew that Mister Sloane said that nothing was to happen to the brothers. 'I'm sorry for that Dean.'

'Whatever ... just get me back to Sam.' Dean sighed, 'please Ma'am.' He added as an after thought.

'The name is Rose and you're welcome.' Rose said undoing the restraints on his arms she helped Dean to stand and move back to his bed.

The strangest thing was that Dean knew he was not ill or injured and yet he felt as weak as a kitten. 'Rose what's ... what did they do to me?'

'Dean please it will be just ... it will be better if you don't ask questions.'

'Why am I so weak?' Dean persisted, 'Rose please I have to know I can't protect my brother feeling like this.'

'Dean I ...'

'Look lady I know that you don't know me from a bar of soap or my brother but ... he's been put through so much I honestly don't know how much more he can take and I know ... if I can't be there for him.'

'Dean please get in bed and listen carefully because I can't ... I have to be careful.' Rose said nodding slightly to the monitor above the door. 'You're in the institute; Sloane wants the two of you prepped and ready for assimilation. You're weak because of the serum.'

'Oh man.' Dean sighed as the implications of her words hit him. 'He's got us exactly where he wants us doesn't he.'

'I honestly don't know Dean but ... he wants Sam to be completely healed before anything is to start and by then you will be reliant on the serum.'

'Rose I ... I know I really can't ask you but...'

'I will help you anyway I can Dean, I don't have any children but I have two nephews about your ages and ... well let's say I couldn't stand idly by and watch him to do them what he wants to do to the two of you.'

'Rose I ah ...'

'Dean please stop right there, now let me check on your brother.' Rose smiled and went over to Sam's bedside, as she checked Sam's monitors Rose frowned and double-checked the readouts. 'I'll be right back.' She said turning to face Dean and then she hurried away. Taking advantage of no restraints Dean slipped out of the bed and made his way to Sam's side.

'Hey kiddo what's going on in that head of yours that has our lovely nurse worried?' Dean whispered brushing a stray hair from Sam's forehead, his fingers recoiling at the heat radiating from Sam. 'Damn Sammy what's happening in there?'

Sam turned his head to the direction of the familiar voice, he wanted to open his eyes but they were glued shut, his throat closed stopping him from making a sound. Panicking he heard his own breathing hitch; pain came at him from the depths of the void he was trapped in.

'Come on Sammy open those eyes for me, I'll even give in to your puppy look if you just wake up so we can get out of here.' Dean whispered as he watched his brother desperately try to regain consciousness.

'Dean?' Sam could hear his own voice but nothing came out of his mouth, frustrated he tried to move his hand a faint touch gave him hope and he tried again this time he managed to place his fingers over Dean's hand.

'Sam, Sam what's wrong? Damn it Sammy I'm here.' Dean cried out trying to wake his brother.

'Dean?' Rose put a hand on his shoulder, 'Dean the doctor's here.'

'He, he moved his head and hands, he's trying so hard to wake up but he can't.' Dean snapped out glaring up at the strange doctor, 'who are you?'

'Doctor Phillips, Nolan Philips.' The rather stout man shot back, 'so what is wrong?'

'I just told you, he's having trouble regaining consciousness.' Dean snapped feeling his temper fray even further. Rose squeezed his shoulder a little tighter and then stepped between the two men. 'Sir the subject's blood pressure has gone up rapidly, he has a temperature over 102 and his pulse is sluggish.' Rose reported neatly, 'he is having trouble breathing also.'

'Fine now let me see him.' Doctor Nolan Philips pushed past and went through the entire examination again, he made several notes as he moved around Sam and took several readings from the heart monitor. 'Nurse please page Mister Sloane.' He finally spoke ignoring Dean's outraged look. 'There is indications that he has thrown a clot or has internal bleeding in the abdomen.'

'What?' Dean snapped.

'Subjects are only permitted to speak when addressed.' The doctor snapped at Dean before turning his back on him.

'I aint anyone's subject and neither is Sam.' Dean growled his temper no longer simmering he was ready to explode.

'Nurse please restrain this subject.' The doctor glanced up as Rose re-entered the room.

'Please Dean.' Rose whispered giving him a wink, a look of confusion passed over Dean's face but he allowed Rose to help him up and he freely made his way back to his bed and let her replace his IV in his arm. But when she went to restrain him she grinned and put them gently around his wrists leaving them loose enough for Dean to remove his hands easily and then she did the same with his ankle restraints before covering his legs with a blanket. 'I have also given the subject his sedative in his IV to help keep him docile.'

'Very good Nurse.' Philips said without turning around to verify it. 'I want bloods taken from subject twenty-two and an abdominal scan and x-ray.'

'Yes Doctor.' She acquiesced leaning over Dean's rail she whispered in his ear to act as though the sedative worked, 'go to sleep Dean.'

While the doctor finished his examination of Sam, he squeezed the bruised area harder than necessary, Sam moaned and then before anyone could react he sat up and wrapped his hand around the doctor's neck squeezing tightly.

'Doctor Philips!' Rose cried out as she watched Sam calmly strangle the man, the younger man's eyes were open but glassy and unfocused, a snarl formed on his lips and he squeezed harder. Dean laid still and kept his eyes slitted open watching the proceedings in front of him. Silently cheering for Sam when the door swung open and Sloane strode in ignoring Dean he headed straight to Sam's bed. The doctor managed to pull away from sam's grip and pushed him hard making him fall against the pillows, his eyes remained open but he didn't move or make any sound whatsover.

'What the hell is going on Philips?'

'We need to operate on the subject unless you can find that healer of yours.' The Doctor rasped massaging his bruised throat.

'What are you talking about?'

'Your clowns did too much damage when they retrieved him, at best he has thrown a clot at worst he is bleeding internally.'

'It is not to die do you understand Doctor?' Sloane snarled, 'what of the subject's sibling?'

'He is sedated and is on a serum cocktail, he is however aware of where he is and what is happening.'

'Up his dosage, I want him clueless and make sure that there are no more mistakes with subject twenty-two, I will not be bested by a subject.' Sloane snarled as he left stopping suddenly he turned and stared down at Dean, regarding him carefully.

'Allow the sibling to stay with subject twenty-two until it is recovered enough and then I want them separated and sent straight to level three.'

'Yes Sir.' Doctor Philips smiled coldly, 'Nurse prep subject twenty-two for surgery.'

TBC