A/N: Man thank you so much! You seriously make it worth me posting this. I'm sorry that I didn't get to reply to your reviews but I figured that you would prefer the update to the replies so here it is! Chapter Twelve! We're getting there. Only a few more to go guys.

WARNINGS: It's like a flashback to some pretty heavy torture, something in the likes of the first few chapters. And everyone thought I would leave it at that did they? All I can say is MWHAHAHAHA! I mean. Yes, this is the last flashback so if it's your kind of thing then please enjoy!

Chapter Twelve

Dean popped his head around the door way and into the kitchen where Missouri was currently pealing potatoes for that nights dinner. The psychic had insisted that while the Winchesters were living under her roof then they would eat properly. That meant no take out and good home cooked meals. Meat and three veg seemed to be fine. The meat was fine, Missouri cooked a mean roast, but the vegetables weren't really his thing. He ate them though because it was expected of him. However there was no way in hell he was going to eat the broccoli that Missouri kept putting on his plate. Nup, no way no how. That shit was freakin' demonic!

"Missouri, have you got an extension cord?" he asked. The Impala was dirty and as he still wasn't that keen on leaving the house, he would have to settle for cleaning it up in Missouri's driveway instead of taking it to a 'do-it-yourself' carwash. He needed the cord because the damn vacuum wouldn't reach otherwise.

Missouri looked up from the spuds, "In the garage hun." She said.

The hunter nodded his thanks and made his way out the back to her garage. It was messy but in a nice way. While Dean looked for the cord he thought about the last few days.

Since he had 'woken up' he hadn't rarely left the house. His idea to go out for steak had been shot down by Missouri and he couldn't have been more grateful. He really didn't want to leave the house. Not yet. He was afraid that people would look at him and be able to tell what had happened to him. See how he was broken and barely holding it together. She must have read his mind because she had stopped them and made them dinner. Hell, the psychic had even made him cookies. And yeah they were his. She'd smacked John across the back of the head for trying to grab one before he had. Dean had barely been able to hide his laughter from the look of shock on his father's face.

That was another thing. Missouri had been being nice to him. They all had been. It was like they thought he was going to break down again at any minute. He wasn't. He wasn't okay with what had happened to him, and he probably never would, but he wasn't going to let that show. His break down in front of his brother and father had been a one time thing. Suck it up. You're a Winchester. He would take everything he had felt when he had 'woken up' and he would push it down, deep inside him and he wouldn't let it out. Not for anyone. Besides, his subconscious had been dealing with it. Not that he would call the nightmares he had been having 'dealing'. That was an entire different issue.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Dean finally located the extension cord. As soon as he picked it up from the draw he had found it in he was thrust violently back into the past.

Dean lifted his groggy head. He and Sam had been awake for awhile now. What a rude awakening it had been to find himself and his little brother in a freaky mirror room, in their boxer shorts and chained to a wall. When he got out of here he as going to kill that bastard. Last time I accept a drink from a stranger.

The older hunter glared at the guy who walked through the door. He was the one they had been interviewing. The one who had spiked their drinks, "What the fuck is this?" Dean demanded angrily.

The man smirked at him, his eyes cold, "Deannie you shouldn't use such foul language. It makes me angry and you don't want me angry." He said calmly.

Dean glanced to his brother and gave him a look as if to say 'great-a-psycho-freak"

"My my my. You are a very pretty boy aren't you?" their captor asked leaning into the hunter's personal space. Confident that he wouldn't be hurt by the chained man, "I liked to make pretty boys like you scream."

"Yeah well sorry to burst your bubble but I'm not really in the mood right now. How about you let us go and I'll pop by later?" Dean said in his sarcastic tone.

The next thing he knew his head whipped to the side from a vicious punch. He turned back to face his captor with a shit eating grin, "That all you got bitch?" he teased. He hoped his captor didn't notice his probably glazed eyes as his vision swam around. The hard hit had been made worse by the drugs still coursing through his system.

A smile spread slowly across the evil man's face, "A challenge huh? I always did like a challenge and from what I can tell Deannie boy you're going to prove rather hard to break. But I've never failed before and I don't intend to now so lets get started shall we?"

Sam stared at his brother, his anger, frustration and concern showing clearly through his eyes. What the hell was his brother thinking pissing of the guy who had them at his disposal?! Then again his brother never could keep his mouth closed at the best of times.

Dean was hit in the stomach followed by a quick upper cut to the jaw that, as much as it pissed him off, almost made him black out again. The chains which were connected to his wrist cuffs were disconnected from the wall and swung over the rafters bringing Dean's arms above his head and making it so his feet just touched the floor.

"What do you want with us?" Sam asked realizing it was time to intervene.

Their captor looked up from the box he was looking in and shrugged, "I want to play a game with you boys. Don't worry we're going to have fun." He answered as he pulled an extension cord out of the box.

Sam highly doubted the fun part and his eyes widened in shock and horror as the guy stepped behind his brother and raised the cord. It made a whistling noise as it flew through the air and then hit his brother's bare back.

Dean went to cry out in surprise at the sudden pain but bit his tongue instead. He turned his head and realized what he was being hit with. The plug from the extension cord had hit him on the left shoulder blade with brutal force. That's going to leave a bruise. Recovering from the surprise pain he spoke, "Dude you hit like a g-" he was cut off as he bit his tongue again to keep from crying out as he was hit again, the plug hitting him on his mid right back this time.

"Scream for me." His captor hissed.

There was no way in hell he was going to scream for this sick fuck. So as he was continually hit, losing count in the almost blinding pain, he bit his tongue to keep his captor from having the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

Soon all that was heard in the room was the slight whistle of the cord as it sliced the air, followed by the thwack it made when it came into contact with Dean's back, and then the small grunt of pain he made as he bit his tongue and clenched his jaw. Even Sam's screams to stop faded into the background.

The man stopped and stood panting. His arm was burning for flinging the cord as hard as he could. He wasn't getting anywhere with making this stubborn bastard scream. He turned to the younger guy, "Well seeing as Deannie here isn't making a noise let's see how you do." He stated wiping the sweat off his brow.

"No!" Dean yelled as their captors word broke through the haze that was his mind. His back was pretty much numb now, just a dull throbbing in time with his heartbeat and he was willing to bet it was going to be an impressive black and blue when the bruising showed up if it hadn't already. But he still wasn't going to let that bitch touch his brother. Not while he still had a breath left in him.

The man stopped, his arm half raised and pointing towards Sam, the younger brother glaring at him with pure hated seeping out of his moss green eyes, "What was that?" he asked, not dropping his stance.

"No. I'll scream for you. Just don't touch him." He whispered.

"Oh I don't know," the man drawled, "Sammy's pretty cute as well."

Dean bristled at the use of his nickname for his brother coming fro that freak. He swallowed hard on his pride and did the only thing he could do, "Please."

"Dean no!" Sam yelled. He could see the sick grin spreading across the guy's face. This wasn't good.

"Please." Dean repeated, still half out of it because of the drugs and pain.

Their captor nodded silently and moved back to his 'box of tricks'. He put the cord back in and produced a long cattle whip. The whip sliced the air and his Dean's bruised back with a crack. The eldest Winchester let out a scream as the whip split his skin. Even if he hadn't said he would scream he doubted he would have been able to keep that cry in without biting his tongue in half. It had felt like it had reached the bone even though he knew that wasn't possible.

The whip landed again and again splitting the already abused skin on Dean's back. He couldn't help the primal screams that were ripped from his throat. All he could focus on was the blinding pain he was suffering. His legs gave way beneath him so that his arms were supporting his dead weight. His mind concentrated on his lashes, the rhythmic crack against his numbing mind.

'Whoosh, thwack, scream, breath.'

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"Hey Missouri. Where do you want these?" Sam asked as he entered the kitchen. He and John had just gotten back from grocery shopping. Missouri had been running low so she had given them a list of things she needed and ordered them out the door claiming that Dean would be fine alone and that they needed to spend some father son time together anyway.

"On the table thanks." She answered.

Sam put the bags on the table and looked around the room as John came in behind him, lugging his own bags, "Where's Dean?" Sam queried.

"You brother's a big boy Sam, he can spend a little time on his own," at the youngest Winchester's look she caved, "He's out in the garage."

John watched Sam bound from the kitchen, on his way to his brother. He pulled out a chair and sat back at the table facing Missouri.

"How is he?" he asked tiredly.

"He'll be fine John. However you two keep hovering over that boy and it'll drive him insane." She scolded gently.

"I'm just worried about him Missouri. He doesn't leave the house, he's quiet and I don't even think he realizes that he still flinches at loud noises. I don't know how to help him." John confessed as he used both hands to scrub at his face.

John was right. Dean had been quiet and jumpy. Missouri wondered if he has stopped taking the medication that the doctors had had him on. Before he had 'woken up' she had watched as Sam pulled out pills from different bottles – a small handful when he was done – and had given them to Dean. She doubted that Dean had continued taking them and the withdrawal effect it was probably having on his body probably wasn't helping matters either. Still he was dealing with his matters better than a lot of people would have if they had been in his place.

"Just give him some time John. He needs to heal." She said.

The hunter nodded, sighed and stood up, "So where do these go?" he asked pulling some of the food out of the bags.

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Sam jumped the steps leading out into Missouri's garden. He really wanted to see his brother, the shopping had taken longer than he had anticipated. They had been gone a few hours and he had this worrying feeling in his stomach. He needed to see Dean. Now.

He slowed his pace as he reached for the garage door. If he bounded in Dean would get annoyed at being 'treated like a child'. However when he walked in his stomach dropped.

Dean was in the corner leaning against the work bench, bent over, his eyes wide and glazed, hyperventilating. In his hands clutched tightly to his chest was an extension cord. Putting two and two together quickly Sam realized his big brother was having a panic attack. He had had one two days before when John had said something to Dean which happened to be the same combination of words that their captor had used once or twice. Dean had freaked had to say the least.

This one was looking like a bad one. Damn it he shouldn't have left his brother alone. He had had a bad feeling the whole time but he'd ignored it. God who knew how long Dean had been standing like this!

Sam was at his brother's side in a second. He put his hands on both sides of Dean face and moved it so they were looking eye to eye. The older hunter's skin was sweaty and he was swaying a little on his feet, "Dean? Dean look at me. You're okay. Shh, it's okay." Sam cooed.

There was no response to show that Dean even knew Sam was there. He was trapped in his mind seeing whatever had happened to him. Although judging from the cord in his hand Sam was willing to bet he was remembering the brutal whipping he had received on the first day.

"Shit." Sam put his hand on his brother's wrist and gently felt for a pulse. Dean's heart was racing. He had to get him calmed down. The younger brother tried to pull the cord from his brother's grasp thinking that it would somehow help to calm Dean down but the older wasn't giving in. His knuckles where white, his grasp was so tight. He wasn't letting go.

"Dean. Dean snap out of it!" Sam said a little louder. The only response he got was Dean's knees buckling as the hyperventilating finally got to him and made him too dizzy to stand. Sam caught his brother under the arms and lowered him slowly to the ground, "Dean, listen to me. You need to calm down." Sam half yelled trying to get through to his brother.

"Hey do you boys want some lunch?" John's voice came from just outside the garage a few seconds later.

"Dad!" Sam called out to his father, the urgency in his voice easy to read.

John appeared in the garage barely a second later, his eyes sharp, and the hunter in full control. He quickly assed the situation, Dean and Sam on the floor, Dean in the middle of a nasty panic attack and Sam looking like he was on the verge of one. John quickly rushed to their side and grabbed Dean's face, looking into his eyes, "Dean, son, snap out of it. You need to calm down. That's an order." John said, his tone stern.

Dean made no change, just kept sucking in huge breaths like he was choking. If he kept up like this much longer he was going to pass out. Still despite it all his grip on the cord was iron.

"Let's get him out of here." John said when it was obvious Dean's condition was not going to change. Sam nodded and together they lifted the middle Winchester and carried him into the house.

They put him down on the couch and Missouri came in with a wet cloth which she placed on his forehead. Her skin came into contact with his and she gasped and retracted her hand like she'd been burnt. Her eyes filled with tears and she backed into the closest chair. With her hand over her heart she looked at the young hunter with sorrow filled eyes, "Oh god! How could anyone do that?" she croaked.

John looked up to Missouri. He bit his tongue to keep from asking what she had seen. Now was not the time. Sam hadn't told him much of what had happened to them except from telling him that Dean had been raped. He was pretty sure if his youngest hadn't been so out of it he wouldn't have even told him that. Still he had been able to put some pieces together from the doctor's report and the wounds he had seen covering his sons. He wondered what Missouri had seen or felt when she'd made contact with Dean. The psychic had turned an unnatural pale. He couldn't worry about her right now though. Dean needed him.

Sam's attention was purely on his brother. He cupped the side of Dean's face lightly and held his brother's hand with his other hand. Dean's breathing had calmed down some since they had moved him inside, his grip on the cord lightened slightly. His flashback was coming to an end and Sam sent out a prayer of thank you for that small gift.

"Dean? Dean son, can you hear me?" John asked quietly in a comforting tone that he rarely used.

Dean slowly blinked once and awareness came back into his eyes. His breathing returned to normal and he looked down at the cord he was holding onto with disgust. He quickly dropped it onto the ground beside him. Damn now his knuckles hurt from being cramped for so long. After closing his eyes to regain his composure, put his memories back into the box labeled 'forget and never bring up again' and sat himself up. When he opened his eyes he was faced with his captor leaning over him, holding his hand.

"No. No you can't be here. Leave me alone!" he said in a small voice that sounded so unlike his own. He pulled his hand from the evil man's and stared at him, half shaking his head in denial. This freak couldn't be here, he was dead. His captor tilted his head to the side for and looked at him with brief concern before a sadistic grin spread across his face.

"Dean are you okay? It's me Sam." he said, his eyes glittering dangerously.

Missouri who was watching the exchange between Dean and Sam realized what was happening, "Sam. Move away from him. Slowly. You too John." She said.

Sam looked up from his brother's petrified face to the woman, "What's happening? I can't just leave him." He said.

"Sam. I mean it. Move. Away. Now." Missouri said in a tone that clearly left no room for argument.

The youngest Winchester however wasn't going to give in, unlike his father who had taken the hint and now stood beside Missouri. He turned back to Dean, "Dean it's me Sam. Talk to me man."

"Please no. Just go away. You're not Sam. Leave me alone." He whimpered his breathing picking up again as he moved back from his captor. He couldn't see his little brother in front of him, the concerned moss green eyes boring into him with worry. All he could see was his captor with cold, hard eyes and a sadistic smile. He couldn't let this guy do that to him again. He wouldn't.

Sam reached out to grasp Dean's hand again. Missouri went to cry out a warning but she was too late. Dean moved faster than anyone had ever seen him move. He grabbed his captor's outstretched hand, pulled him towards him and right into a nasty punch in the face. Then he quickly pushed the stunned man back with a vicious uppercut to the chin. After that he took no chances. He leapt from the couch, jumped over his captor's prone form and ran out the front of the house.

The Impala was in the driveway, black paint glittering in the sunlight, waiting for him. He didn't even know where he got his keys from or where he was but his flight or fight instincts had taken over and he didn't care. He had to get away. Get away from his captor before he came to and came after him.

Dean jumped into the driver's seat of the classic car, turned it on and pulled out of the driveway. He wouldn't be here when his captor woke up.

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Back in Missouri's house there was chaos. Sam was just being roused by his father while Missouri gave John a wad of tissues for Sam's bleeding, possibly broken nose. John was confused and therefore furious and as Sam came into his own and realized his brother wasn't there, he was becoming panicked.

"Dean? Where's Dean?" Sam asked.

"Missouri what the hell happened?!" John demanded over Sam's panicked question.

"Damn that boy and his stubborn Winchester genes." Missouri muttered under her breath. She had been meaning to talk to Dean about what had happened to her bathroom mirror. However his manner about that subject was clearly hostile and she had figured it would be best to just leave it until he was more stable and recovered. Now she was kicking herself up the butt. She should have acted while she had the chance. Since Dean's last flashback induced panic attack she had been worried something like this would happen again. She stopped her musings and saw Sam trying to get to his feet and stop the bloody gushing from his nose at the same time with little success and John trying to keep him seated.

"Missouri?" John asked again.

"Sam sit down before you hurt yourself." She snapped at the younger Winchester. He glared at her but she had to make him understand, "You'll do no good to Dean right now. He'll come back on his own. In the meantime we have a problem."

Little cliffy for you there! And I hate to do this but I won't be able to update for around a week. Maybe a bit under if you're lucky because I'm going away on a short holiday and won't have any internet access. Please don't let this stop you from reviewing this chapter! Anyway guys until next time!

Mishka xXx