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 such a long break between updates, no excuses really except that I am back at Uni and trying to get my head around my four new subjects and the new timetable. Promise I will be back on track very quickly

CHAPTER 23 Subject twenty-eight reports for duty Sir!

Dean opened his eyes and stared blearily around the room, he tested his restraints and found them to be tighter than ever before and no longer the soft sheepskin ones, thin leather strips with sharp edges cutting into his skin. His hands felt tight and swollen with constricted circulation.

'Sam?' He turned his head to stare at his brother's bed, finding it empty and stripped of all linen. 'Sam?' He cried out again.

'That is enough noise subject twenty-eight or you will be given sedation.' A stern looking nurse with steel grey hair pulled severely from her face and cold grey eyes. 'I will not have you making so much noise.'

'My brother ... what have you done with Sam?'

'Subject twenty-two is deceased.' She said dispassionately checking the restraints and then the IV cannula feeding into Dean's forearm.

'What the fuck do you mean deceased?' Dean screamed this couldn't be happening, 'they, they took him to surgery.'

'He suffered heart failure during surgery and was not revived, now shut up subject twenty-eight I do not want to hear any more noise from you this evening.'

'I want to see his body.' Dean demanded furiously.

'That is impossible.'

'Why? Fuck you lady where is my brother?'

'His remains were cremated as is standard practice with deceased subjects.' She said walking out the door and leaving Dean alone in the dark room in shock.

'No, no, no!' Dean screamed straining with all of his strength at the restraints, 'get back in here you fucking bitch and tell me where my brother is.'

The door slammed open but this time two men in white uniforms came in one held Dean's shoulders down while the other injected a strange viscous fluid directly into Dean's neck.

'Get the fuck off me.' Dean ground out as the serum hit his system, his jaw locking as his back arched and muscles contracted as the poison coursed through him. 'Get the ...' Dean's body slumped back on to the bed and he stared unseeingly at the ceiling, his body rigid and cold to touch.

'So how is our new recruit?' Sloane asked as he slid into the room and stared dispassionately down at Dean.

'He is ready to move Sir.' One of the orderlies said in a toneless voice.

'I thought that you were going to leave the brothers together until subject twenty-two healed Sloane!' the doctor snarled rushing in to check his patient, 'what have you done? He is catatonic.'

'I am forced to step up production, he is not a psychic but he is a trained hunter been trained like a soldier all of his life. He will assimilate better this way.'

'How can that possibly happen? Unless ... Sloane that new serum is still experimental we don't know the long term effects yet.'

'If I want your opinion Doctor I will ask for it, remove the subject to level three while he is still docile.'

'Yes Sir, what about it's?'

'He is not an it, he is a soldier who will be trained to train our other subjects.' Sloane snarled, 'if I have any more interruptions or questions about my decisions then you will end up on the floor as well is that clear?'

'Yes Sir.' The two men answered in unison the doctor examined Dean for the last time before he nodded and left the room silently not wanting to risk the wrath of Sloane again.

Dean tried to clear his mind but all he could hear was an annoying buzzing in his ear, 'deceased, he is deceased.' Buzzed through silencing all other thoughts.

He felt them lifting him from the gurney and felt them drop him unceremoniously onto a narrow cot in a windowless room. His mind numb didn't register pain or discomfort in any way, he stared brokenly up at the ceiling and let the effects of the new serum wash through him, 'deceased, not dead, not passed away, not gone to a better place, deceased that was it.'

He didn't notice when the door opened and a man in white injected him with more serum, he didn't notice when they branded him with the number twenty-eight he just laid there and stared at the ceiling.

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Rose sat with Sam in the recovery room, it had been touch and go throughout the surgery but he was alive or rather he survived.

She stewed over leaving Dean alone and vulnerable but orders were orders and she would never even contemplate standing up to Mister Sloane. Leaving him at the mercy of Lorraine Mathews bothered her though, the woman was sadistic to say the least, and she relished her job especially when they allowed her time to 'play' with the inmates.

'Dean?' A soft whisper came from the bed next to her and Rose took a deep breath and snapped herself out of her reverie, Sam needed her attention for now.

'Hey Sam welcome back.' She said brushing his fringe back from his too pale and too thin face.

'Dean?' Sam blinked up at Rose in confusion the last thing he remembered was talking to Dean.

'You're in the recovery unit Sam, they had to operate on you ... you were bleeding internally your liver was torn and they had to remove your spleen but overall they said that you're going to be fine.'

'Where's Dean?' Sam asked blinking furiously so he could stay awake.

'In your room Sam waiting for you.' Rose said with a smile, 'just relax and go to sleep.'

'He's really there?' Sam asked suspiciously.

'Yes I am ... why Sam?'

'I can't ...'

'You can't what?' Rose asked worriedly, 'Sam are you okay?'

'He's gone.' Sam whispered his voice thick with unshed tears, 'Dean's gone.'

Rose stared at him in horror, thinking back to the orders she had to stay with subject twenty-two. 'Oh my God I am so sorry Sam they...'

'They took him didn't they?' Sam murmured, 'don't worry I know I'm back in the institute, Sloane was never going to let me go.'

'Sam don't you give up, we'll find your brother and get the two of you out of here.'

'No Rose, please Summers helped me and he's dead.' Sam sighed turning his face away from the sympathetic look on Rose's face, 'I'm gonna try and get some sleep.'

'Good idea subject twenty-two you are going to need your strength.' Sloane said from the doorway. 'Oh by the way, your brother Dean tried to escape and he was killed in the attempt.'

'You're lying.' Sam gritted out ignoring the stabbing pain in his abdomen he launched himself at Sloane collapsing to the floor in agony, Sam passed out in a pool of blood and spilt urine from his catheter.

'Clean it up and prepare it for the new regime as soon as its wounds are healed sufficiently it will be returned to the training pit.'

'Yes Mister Sloane.' Rose said without looking at him, she knelt next to her patient and kept her tear stained face away from his steely gaze.

'Pathetic.' Sloane muttered as he strutted out of the room, feeling very pleased with himself.

'Excuse me Mr Sloane.' Subject twenty-seven ran up to him panting, 'I thought that you would want to know that your daughters have returned and are waiting for you in your office.'

'Very good subject twenty-seven you are proving yourself as a very good assistant.'

The young man's face lit up as he nodded his head, 'Thank you Sir.'

'Walk with me subject twenty-seven I have an assignment for you.'

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Dean stood over his third victim, all he could feel was the blood lust, breathing heavily he looked up and wiped the blood from a small split on his lower lip, 'who's next?' He bellowed.

'Calm down subject twenty-eight all in good time.' Norman Harris strode up to Dean and inspected the injuries his latest opponent sported. 'At ease soldier.'

'Yes Sir.' Dean said slightly relaxing his stance, his eyes fixed firmly on the wall in front of him.

'I like your work subject twenty-eight you are going to be moved up a level.'

'Yes Sir.' Dean answered without showing any emotion whatsoever.

'Tomorrow you will commence your trainer's training; I want you to train the subjects in hand-to-hand combat and weaponry.'

'Yes Sir, thank you Sir.' Dean snapped his shoulders back and spared a quick glance to his new superior.

'Very good, report to meds for your vitamin shots and get that lip looked at.'

'Yes Sir.' Dean saluted and with a click of his heels strode off, muscles rippling as he walked. He had never so alive and so strong before, and yet something deep within him was screaming from loneliness and the need for revenge. A cold smile played across his handsome face as he thought of what he was going to do to them all for the death of his brother. They will never know what or rather who hit them.

Entering the med cubicle, he sat down and waited for his turn, not even flinching when the silent medic gave him his latest shot and then cleaned up the small cut on his lip, the only sign he bore of his three fights.

'You're done subject twenty-eight.' The medic dismissed Dean without looking at him, getting up Dean headed towards the gym and once again started doing his weight reps his mantra constant in his mind. 'My name is Dean Winchester; I am going to avenge my brother Sam!'

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Sam looked at the empty bed for the tenth time expecting Dean to be lying there everytime he woke up but it always remained empty. Dean was gone this time there was going to be no more reunions.

'Soon Dean, soon.' Sam kept repeating blinking back the tears, he was not going to shed any tears for Dean, not yet, after he avenged his death then he would grieve for his older brother.

'Hey Sam.' Rose said as she came in carrying a tray, 'feel like trying something to eat?'

'No thanks Rose.' Sam mustered a small smile for the woman, 'I just want to sleep.'

'Sam ... you have to regain your strength, Dean wouldn't want to see you starving yourself.' Rose hated using Dean's memory like that but it was the only thing she knew to get through Sam's depression.

'Rose I – I'm just not hungry that's all.' Sam patted her hand and laid back in his bed, 'might try to get some sleep.'

'Sam ... they're going to take you in a couple of days.' Rose said, 'Mister Sloane feels that you are healed enough, even though you broke you stitches open the other day and nearly ended up back in the operating theatre. As soon as they remove your stitches you are going to be shifted back to the training pits.'

'L-level three?' Sam asked swallowing deeply the fear evident in his green eyes.

'I – I don't know, what is it Sam? What's wrong?'

'I can't go back there Rose, I won't, I would rather die and be with Dean than to return to Level three.' Sam cried out. His fear and anger rising exponentially.

'Sam you have to calm down, your blood pressure...'

'No more Rose.' Sam ground out, squeezing his eyes shut he tried to push thoughts of level three out of his mind but nothing could block out the memories, of them beating him because he refused a haircut, the other abuse everything down to being used for target practice. As his fury grew, he felt a strong surge of power through him, suddenly a strong wind whipped around the room, upturning the furniture and medical equipment, Rose stood by his side apparently untouched and unaffected by the storm created by Sam's anger and fear.

'I am not going back.' He screamed panting heavily as his rage burnt itself out and the wind abated, two men in white uniforms rushed in, one of them armed with a loaded syringe, Sam turned his glittering gaze on them and they flew backwards out of the door, slamming it after them with a flick of his wrist.

'This ends Rose, I can't ... I won't go back.' Sam wheezed, looking down at his stomach he saw his hospital gown soaked with blood. 'Rose?' He looked up, all fear and fury gone, 'what?'

'Oh God, Sam you're ...' Rose snapped herself out of the shock and gently pulled his soaked gown up, 'you have to stop snapping your stitches.' She ticked him off gently, 'I'll be right back.'

'Not going anywhere Rose.' Sam said as he watched her hurry from his room, taking a deep breath he pulled the IV from his arm, yanked at the catheter until he dislodged it, gasping in pain and humiliation Sam dropped the tubing on the floor and pushed himself on to the side of the bed closet to the door. Sliding off he waited for the dizziness to go before lurching towards the door. Slipping out of the room, he made his way down the corridor leaving a trail of blood behind him.

TBC