Supernatural

AN: Okay, so... for those who are reading, I am not very fast writer... So it might take time for me to update, maybe from few days to a week. Thanks for the reviews guys, keep giving them! You're great!

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I do not own them but I do own the bad guys. Yey...

WARNING! SPOILERS OF THE SEASON TWO PREMIERE!

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Chapter two

They made sure that Dean stayed conscious through the whole time that they beated him. It was nothing like Dean had ever experienced and he just kept saying to himself that at least Sam didn't have go through this. The red cloaked men used anything they could get their hands to, from rocks they couldn't rise with one hand to wooden sticks with nails sticking out of it.

"I think we're done here. take him to his room", Dean finally heard someone saying. He sighed with relief. He was badly bruised, he so weak he could barely stand. Suddenly he felt hands grabbing his arms and someone started to walk him to his and Sam's room.

"Oh God..." Dean mumbled when he thought about Sam's face.

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Sam walked back and forth in their jail. His mind was racing and he didn't remember ever being so worried. After what seemed like forever but what had really been like thirty minutes, the door opened up and two read cloaked men came in with Dean.

"Dean! Let go of him! Oh my God... what did you do to him!" Sam yelled when the men put Dean next to the wall.

"Here", the closer one to Sam said. "Food and water. Eat, you won't get food until tomorrow morning."

"And when exactly is that?" Dean asked. Sam was worried about how weak his voice was but he was happy that Dean was able to talk at all.

"Lets just say that you should eat", the man who had given the food said and with that, he and his friend left the room.

"I don't think they gave us hamburgers with extra fries now, did they?" Dean said, leading his head against the wall. Sam smiled a little, at least Dean was able to make jokes. Lame, but jokes nonetheless.

"Here", Sam said as he gave one of the two water bottles they had to Dean.

"Thanks", Dean replied and took a sip. Sam, on the other hand, ripped the pocket of his shirt and washed it with the water from the other bottle. "What the hell are you doing?" Dean asked when Sam put the piece of fabric on his forehead.

"You have nasty wound here, I gonna have to clean it up as good as I can", Sam explained.

"But..." Dean knew he was not gonna be able to talk Sam to drop it and use the water for drinking as it was meant to and offered him his own bottle. "Drink", he ordered.

"I'm not thirsty", Sam said, not taking his eyes of Dean's forehead.

"Half the time that I drink I'm not thirsty. C'mon, Sam, one sip, for me. Please?" Sam sighed. He was usually the one that made Dean crack whit his puppy eyes and pleading voice and that was part of the reason that he was in Dean's place. With another, deeper, sigh, Sam took the offered bottle and drank a little.

"Happy?"

"Very", Dean said. He groaned when Sam pressed his forehead even harder.

"I can't make the bleeding stop!" Sam mumbled, more to himself than Dean.

"Oh, so I'm dying?" It was a meant to be a joke but the reaction that Dean got made him regret he had ever said it. Sam turned his gaze to look at him in the eye and looked shocked. He blinked few times, trying to get rid of the tears that had made their way into his eyes. "Okay, Sammy, I'm sorry. Bad joke, k? I'm not going anywhere here, got it?" Dean said, trying to make up for his mistake. Sam nodded, but clearly none of Dean's words had made it to his mind. He continued his mission to stop the bleeding in Dean's forehead in silence until Dean couldn't take it anymore.

"Sammy, I said I'm sorry, okay? It was a bad joke, I admit that, you don't have to be so angry about it!"

Sam took a deep breath but didn't answer. "The bleeding stopped", he stated.

"Good. Now, did you listen to me at all? Bad joke, not going anywhere? Any of that got into your thick head?" Sam got up and started to pace.

"It's just... You said it so... lightly..." he said quietly. Dean sighed.

"I know, I said I was sorry, what more do you want?" he asked.

"Just tell me you won't go with those people again! Please, if they come just... don't go!" Sam said.

"Are you kidding me! Of course I'm gonna go! They had a gun on you, Sammy, they were gonna shoot you! If they do that again, I'll go in a heartbeat!" Dean said, his voice rising.

"It's Sam. And I know, and I don't care! Dean I... Just... Please..." Sam sat down next to Dean, lead his head against the wall and closed his eyes.

"Sammy...?"

"It's been too close too many times", Sam suddenly said. Dean was confused. He was about to ask what Sam was talking about but he didn't have to. "You've almost died for too many times..."

It was Dean's turn to close his eyes. He was so not in a mood for a chick flick moment. "Yeah, Sam. Comes with the job, you know that", he said.

"No! I mean... You know, the rawhead. The time I saw Max killing you and barely making it in time to stop it. Not to mention you being in coma and your heart stopping and me

watching when the doctors did CPR..." Sam had spoke so fast that Dean had trouble understanding. He had got the point though. He shook his head, sighing. There was no way he was gonna stop a chick flick moment from happening.

"You know, Sam. I'm still here", he said, quietly. Sam opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him. "I'm alive. I think that someone up there likes me", Dean continued. Sam smiled a little and turned his gaze to his hands that rested on his knees.

"But how many times are you gonna fool death, Dean, huh?"

"Sam, I think they want us alive", Dean said, saying the obvious. "And I intend to stay alive, even if those people did NOT want us alive. Hell, the cows will fly, before I die in hands of a human." Sam turned to look at his big brother again.

"But demons, spirits, poltergeists? You okay with getting killed by them?"

"Nah, but cows won't fly if I will You and I both know it, Sammy. That does come with our job."

Sam shrugged. He suddenly found the spider next to his foot very interesting. "Dean, do you think we're gonna make it to thirty?"

"Aw, did they out something in that water? Where is this coming from?" Dean asked.

"Just answer me! Do you think we're gonna make it to thirty?" Dean was quiet for a minute, thinking of what to say and then said the thing he knew was true.

"Honestly, I don't know about me. You, no way I'm gonna let you die before that. Or before any age for that matter." Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Why would you say that?" he asked.

"Because I'm you big brother. If I don't keep you safe then who will?"

"It's not you job to keep me safe", Sam pointed out.

"Sure it is. It's simple. I'm not gonna let you die before me", Dean said, smiling to his own master plan. Sam, however, didn't seem too happy about it.

"What? So you're gonna make sure that you die before me? Dean, what...? How...?"

"Oh, I'll just watch your back as long as I have to. So if you ever settle down, you're gonna have to deal with me, living next door, being the Awesome Uncle Dean to your kids. Huh, I wonder how am I gonna survive that..." Dean pretended to be thinking and Sam was about to argue with him again but then the door opened. The queen herself came to them, with two other man with black cloaks.

"Both of you, follow me", the queen ordered.

"Why?" the boys asked in unison. The queen smiled.

"You'll see. Now come on, before I get angry!" It was so simple. Dean and Sam were both so afraid of what the queen could do to the other that they both got up and went to the door without further arguments. "Good. Now come, we're gonna start your training", the queen said.

"How do you train us to hunt death?" Dean asked, purely out of curiosity. Sam shot him a questioning look and Dean realized he hadn't filled Sam in with the stuff that he knew.

"It's actually quite easy. Long process, of course, but not very had to plan. In here." They walked through another thick and old looking door. The room inside was smaller than the one

that Dean had been in earlier but much bigger than theirs. "You have an hour to figure out how to get out of here on your own before we come and get you. If you don't succeed, you'll get punished and then you're gonna try again ans so it goes until you find a way out", the queen explained, getting out of the room. "Oh, and by the way. You're not in there alone. I hope that you get out of there alive, I really do. You are my most pontentional students ever! But... well... rules are rules. See you in an hour. Maybe..."

The queen left, leaving two very confused Winchesters alone in the room.

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AN: Okay, so I promise that in next chapter, there will be action. Keep reading, even if it takes me long to up-date. But hey, it's weekend soon, if I don't spend it sleeping, maybe I'll get few chapters done!

Sorry for my mistakes, I'm sure there are few.

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