A/N: Well, first of all; HOLY FREAKIN CRAP THANK YOU!! Man did it make posting this worth it when I woke up to that many reviews and again when I got back from school. Seriously guys thank you! I'm still giddy lol. I would also like to thank the people who are reading this even if you didn't review. Knowing that people out there like what I'm putting up, well like I said, it makes it worth it. Getting reviews is just like the icing on the cake! And dang coz now I want cake. Anyhoo, the most common response I got was 'poor Dean' lol. All I can say is that things are going to get worse, a lot worse before they get better. But yeah, I was so thrilled with the wicked response I got from Chapter One that I decided to post Chapter Two the next day, probably will be a one time thing unless you guys can knock me off my seat! lol

A/N2: If the brothers seem a bit out of character in this chapter, especially Dean, my only excuse is that they are only human and humans can only take so much. The mind is a fragile thing and after what they have been through so far I am allowing some cracks to show. Especially on Dean's part. Besides, I'm just sick in the head and I like to see the boy beg. Ha, that rhymed. So on with the chapter!

WARNINGS: Still torture...

Chapter Two

"Dean?" Sam asked his older brother as soon as the door closed. The older hunter had had no sleep for the past 24 hours at least and Sam was worried that in his current weakened state he was going to fall asleep on his feet and choke himself to death. When he didn't get an answer he spoke again, a little louder this time, "Dean? You okay there?" he knew it was a stupid question, his brother was obviously not okay, who the hell could be okay after what that sick fuck had put him through?

Dean lifted his eyes to look at his brother. Sam stood against the wall, shackles around his wrists and ankles keeping him there securely. His throat sore from the constant screaming, Dean nodded his head slightly and tried to keep his tired mind focused on keeping himself upright. He would do no good to Sam if he fell asleep on his feet, the cord which was fashioned like a noose and hung through one of the many rings from the roof and would kill him.

"So, umm, I was thinking that after we get out of here we could maybe have a little shore leave. What you say?" Sam asked trying to keep his brother awake, "Dean!" he yelped loudly when the older brother teetered forward on his toes and the noose around his neck tightened causing his eyes to snap wide and him to fight to get his balance back.

This wasn't good. They had to get out of there and they had to get out now. Then again even if Sam somehow figured out how to get out of there, there was still the problem of Dean. Sam didn't even think that the older brother would be able to support his own weight if he were to be let free and he was worried that Dean would start going into shock soon if they didn't get the hell out of there.

The older Winchester didn't reply to Sam's question. This was shit. Shit fucking shit shit! How the hell were they gonna get out of there?! Dean mentally cursed his predicament. He wished he could find away to Sam out of there, because in all truth he didn't think he was going to make it out of this shithole alive.

The brothers had lost all sense of time. It was probably only a few hours that Dean teetered on the tips of his toes while Sam talked encouragingly to try and help Dean in the only way he could at the moment, but it felt like days, weeks even to the boys.

Dean shuddered involuntarily when he heard the door creak open and tear him from the trance he had put himself in to escape the pain he was suffering. The chirpy face of their captor entered his line of vision, a happy smile on his face and his eyes glowing with malice.

"Well Deannie I must admit I'm impressed your still hanging in there." He said and laughed at his own joke, "I was thinking that if you're interested we could have even more fun than yesterday. That is of course unless you want to trade places with Sammy. I'm sure you could use a rest and little Sammy over there looks sad that he's being left out of our fun. What do you say?" he asked, his voice all to chipper to belong to this psycho.

Dean's bloodshot eyes widened at the question and he shook his head violently in the negative. No no no he couldn't let that freak get his hands on Sam. He wouldn't.

'It's Sam." the youngest Winchester spat from behind his captor.

Turning around ice cold eyes met with Sam's as the man asked, "What was that?" his tone now not chirpy and fun filled but cold and hard enough to cut diamonds.

"I said it's Sam. Only Dean's aloud to call me Sammy." Sam said keeping defiant eye contact with his captor. He had to get him away from Dean. He was sure his older brother couldn't take much more. The bruises, bloody cuts (some of which were starting to look infected), broken bones and burn marks covering his brother's body was testament to that.

"Is that true?" the man asked in an eerily calm tone. He turned back to Dean and smiled apologetically at the older brother before he kicked Dean's feet out from under him causing the older hunter to stumble forward and the makeshift noose to strangle him.

Dean panicked and tried to get his balance back, he really did, but nothing he did would make it return and his frantic movements only caused him to get weaker faster. His chest heaving in mock breathing Dean stopped his struggle and let himself hang limp, the cord cutting into his neck ruthlessly. On the edge of his hearing he could hear Sam pleading with their captor to let him down and screaming he was sorry. White spots were dancing in front of his eyes and his hands and feet were tingling, the feeling was unnerving to say the least. This is it. I'm so sorry Sammy. I'm sorry I couldn't save you. Please forgive me.

Just as he was about to let it all go, forget everything and enter the blissful dark that was calling him, he hit the ground ungracefully with a thud that sounded distant to him. The cord was unwrapped from his throat and without even thinking his body sucked in huge shuddering breaths into his air starved lungs. Somewhere through the haze of his mind he could hear Sam saying comforting things like 'its okay Dean', 'that's it just breathe, breathe Dean' and 'you're going to be okay'. When the sputtering coughs subsided he risked opening his eyes.

Sam was right where he had seen him last, tied to the wall except he was pale and his eyes held fear. His wrists were bleeding, that was for sure judging by the blood running down his hands from obviously pulling so hard against his bonds to get to his brother.

"Deannie has anyone every told you that your brother is a spoilt little brat? That boy needs to learn some manners and respect his elders don't you think?" their captor asked a once again chipper look on his ugly face.

Dean didn't answer, merely drew his legs up to his chest and averted his gaze from the monster in front of him. Not answering earned him a harsh kick against his ribs and he heard the cracking of the bone before he felt it. The white hot pain came after and he cried out as his captor landed kick after kick into his side while laughing the entire time. Tense Dean lay there waiting for another blow that didn't come. Instead he saw their captor fishing around in his suitcase.

"You know what you just gave me a wonderful idea Deannie. I have a new game we can play." Standing up he pulled a hammer and a chisel from his bag and smiled at Dean, "Did you know that the human body has a twelve ribs on each side? That makes a total of twenty four seeing as you don't look like you could count if you tried Deannie. I'm guessing that since we've started I've broken around four of them. Lets see if we can fix that huh?" he bent down over Dean who was shaking his head with a pleading 'no' on his lips.

His silent pleases went unheard as the man placed the chisel against one of the ribs on his right side, taking time to angle it just right and then hit the end of the chisel hard with the hammer making a loud cracking noise and Dean scream.

Sam bit back the scream for his brother he wanted to let go. This was this sick fucks game, he liked to hurt Dean and judging by the bulge in the front of his pants he was getting off on it too. Another crack rang out through the room followed by another hoarse scream from Dean. Looking into the mirror he could see Dean and that monster hovering over him breaking his ribs slowly. He could see the bruises and the red crisscrossed welts on his brother's back from the whipping he had received earlier. Sam still couldn't get the cracking sound of the whip, his brother's screams muffled by the ball gag that had been shoved hard into his mouth, out of his head.

That little fun 'game' had happened on their first day in this oh so lovely room. Dean had been silent at first but then with some choice words from their captor had screamed like there was no tomorrow. The threats the man had made against Sam had been what had first broken Dean. Of that he was sure. Because he knew that whip would have hurt like a bitch, but until their captor had raised the whip with the intent to hit Sam, Dean hadn't made a peep. Merely grit his teeth and taken it. After that Dean hadn't stopped screaming, giving the satisfaction to their sadistic captor to keep him away from Sam.

The young hunter was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice the screams had stopped and that their captor was now prepping something new. Looking down to the floor Sam saw that his bother was huddled into a small ball, eyes glazed over with pain and unshed tears, trying to pant but not having much luck.

"Please you don't have to do this. I swear if you let us go we won't tell anyone." Sam pleased for the thousandth time when he saw what their captor was now holding onto. In the man's hand was an extension cord. It had been cut in half and the end that he wasn't holing had the wires exposed and frazzled. Sam gulped, he didn't think that was for whipping. Oh god please no not that. He can't get electrocuted again, his heart won't be able to take it.

Apparently Dean thought the same way because when he saw the cord he whimpered and tried to move his abused body back away from their captor. Unfortunately for Dean it only succeeded in making every injury on his body let itself be known. Face scrunched with pain and fear, Dean looked his captor in the eyes directly for the first real time since that defiant act had been beaten out of him.

"Please." He whispered barely loud enough to be heard. It was a plea and something that he hoped his captor would listen to. He could stand almost anything but not that. Not again. He didn't want to die and after the Raw Head incident he had linked electricity with death and it scared the hell out of him. If it happened again he just knew he wouldn't survive it, and if he didn't then where the hell would that leave Sam? He would be even more useless to Sam that he already was now.

Their captor paused in his movements towards Dean. Shocked by the first word he had heard out of the beaten man laying at his feet in well over a day and a half. He had made sure that Dean would not back talk him and seeing as that seemed to be the only thing the Winchester was capable of he had made sure he wouldn't talk. But now his captive, the ever strong one, lay at his feet whimpering and begging for mercy. It made a sadistic smile spread across his face. Dean was afraid and he could practically smell his fear.

"What's wrong Deannie? Afraid of a little extension cord. Don't worry. It won't hurt. Much." He smirked and leaned down in front of Dean who whimpered and let out another broken 'please' while trying to move backwards again.

Sam could see his brother's fear clear as day and he couldn't stand it. He knew that Dean had only let himself scream while being tortured so that it would keep their captor happy and away from him. But bow he was scared, actually terrified if the look in his eyes told Sam anything, and the youngest Winchester he couldn't stand it. He couldn't bear to see that fear in his once fearless brother. His brother who lay broken and bleeding, at some psychos feet, utterly defeated. He couldn't let that continue.

"Please. Do it to me. Not him, h-he can't take that. Please anything but that." Sam pleaded as their captor lowered the cord to the deep cut on Dean's shoulder that he had made earlier with the heated knife. He paused, the cord an inch from the cauterized wound. I can't take it. I can't see him go through that again.

"Really Sammy. You would take this upon yourself for your brother? Then again it makes sense. Deannie here has been through a lot to keep you safe," he spat the word out, "Do you wish to make his efforts for you to have been made in vain?" he asked staring Sam directly in the eyes.

"Yeah. I would do this for him." Sam said, his tone never wavering in its sincerity. I would do anything for him. The young hunter took a quick look at his brother to see him shaking his head at him, a pleading look in his eyes. God the things he would do for me. Sam knew his brother would face his greatest fears for him. He had shown that by getting on that plane that they knew was going to crash. And Sam knew that his brother would die for him, but hell if he was going to let that big lug's hero complex come out now where Sam knew this was one of Dean's great fears. Even if it was hidden so well beneath his layers of bravado.

Their captor shrugged and moved over to Sam, "I was getting a little bored of Deannie's screams anyway. Besides, nothing better than fresh meat." He smirked and lowered the wires onto Sam's chest making the younger Winchester cry out in pain and buck against his restraints trying to get away from the searing pain the electricity caused.

The pain stopped as quickly as it had come and Sam sagged down the wall in exhaustion. His mouth tasted like copper and he realized he must have bitten his tongue in his body's desperate attempt to escape the pain. He let his pain filled eyes search out Dean's and saw the older mans eyes tear filled. Before he had a chance to think the searing pain was back. It was burning and freezing at the same time as it spread mercilessly through his entire body. God, and Dean had gone through 100, 000 vaults of this. Jesus.

This brutal torture went on for around ten minutes before Sam's mind short circuited and he passed out into blissful oblivion.

Ok, well that's that! Poor Sam but I just needed him out of the way so I could inflict some real pain onto Dean..umm yeah :P A few people mentioned wanting to know about my villain and the hunt the boys are on, I'll just say that you will find out, it's just a little slow in the start to unravel. As always more reviews make for faster updates ;)

Mishka xXx