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End of Innocence
Chapter 8 – First Break
"We'll see Sammy; every man has his breaking point…Wendell had his and he said the same thing to me. Let's see if we can find yours Sam, what will it takes to break you?"
Dean was getting frustrated. He and Nick had spent the whole day combing through the records in Wendell's office and still hadn't found a way to get into the basement. Dean had gone back twice to try to get through the door, but had met with the same results each time. They had circled the building but there was no outside entrance into the lower level of the building. As each minute passed, Dean was more worried about what was happening with his brother.
"Damn it…there just aren't any answers here!" Dean slammed the folder down on the desk making Nick jump.
"Dean, I have an idea…the blueprints for this building have to be at City Hall. It's already dark outside, we get there, break in and be back in less than an hour. I know you don't want to leave Sam, but there is nothing here to help us." Nick's throat was still sore, but at least the headache had lessened as the day wore on.
"I can't just leave him Nick…who knows what that bastard is doing to him right now."
"Look, we can sit around here and hope that something comes up or we can go find what we need…either way, Sam is stuck until we can get more information."
Dean sighed. He knew that Nick was right, but he was afraid if they left…they'd never get back in or worse yet, they wouldn't find Sam in time. "Ok, but we make it quick and we make sure that we can get back into this place…we'll break out one of the windows on the first floor before we leave."
Nick nodded. "Dean, I know this is hard, but I don't think that Wendell wants to kill Sam. He tortured the kids and used brain washing techniques on them, be he wanted them alive…somehow I don't think the fire was his idea."
Dean grabbed onto the slim thread of hope that Nick was throwing out as he gathered his things. "Let's go…the sooner we get what we need, the sooner we can get Sam!"
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Sam felt the cold air on his skin as he tried to open his eyes. The pain had stopped only a short while ago. Sam had never felt the amount of pain that he had felt over the past few hours. He looked at the bloodied instruments on the table beside him and realized that they were stained with his blood.
His clothes had been cut from him long ago, exposing his naked skin to the different sharp objects and implements that Wendell relished using on him. The whole time he had been torturing Sam, Wendell had smiled and laughed as if Sam's pain was feeding him. Sam swallowed, his throat sore from the screams that had been ripped from his torn body. He just wanted it to end, but he refused to give Wendell what he wanted. He wouldn't allow the demon within Wendell to take over his soul.
The door opened a few moments later as Wendell returned. He had a tray with food and water on it. "Hi there Sammy, how are you feeling?"
Sam refused to answer, but instead glared at the man.
"Cat got your tongue Sammy? Well that's ok, I've got some food and drink here for you. We can't have you getting sick now can we?" Wendell laughed at his own joke.
Sam turned his head and clamped his lips shut. He wasn't going to eat anything that Wendell brought for him. No matter how thirsty or hungry he got, he didn't trust the man.
"Come on Sammy, I'm not asking much of you…all you have to do is eat the food I prepared for you and drink this water. Surely you can do that much can't you?" Wendell brought the plate with the food on it over to Sam and held it under his nose. Sam's stomach rolled at the sight of the greasy meatloaf and mashed potatoes that seemed to be swimming in grease. Once again he turned his face.
"Oh, I see the problem, you can't use your hands. Well don't worry Sammy…I've had plenty of practice feeding kids…I can feed you too. Just open your mouth and I'll put it in for you." Wendell picked up the fork and looked at Sam.
"NO!" Sam shouted as he clamped his mouth shut. Before Sam could respond the fork in Wendell's hand moved and stabbed Sam's left hand. The tines digging deep into the meat of his hand and causing excruciating pain. Sam couldn't help it, he screamed.
"Now let's try this again Sam…Open wide…No?" The fork went into Sam's other hand forcing yet another scream from Sam's lips.
"Look Sam, I can keep this up all night, but somehow I don't think you'll last that long. Now open up and eat for me, please?"
Sam felt the tears falling down his cheeks as he looked at the man standing in front of him. It would be so easy to give in, but something in Sam knew that if he gave in now…it would be harder for him to resist later. He shook his head and turned once again from the food.
"OK Sam, but just remember you asked for this!" Wendell used the fork to continue to pierce Sam's body, each time followed by the command to eat. Sam lost track of time, his world had shrank down to the small amount of time between each stab of the fork.
"Dean…hurry" Sam thought as he screamed once more. "I can't take it much more Dean…please hurry!"
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Dean and Nick were searching through the county records. "These blueprints are useless Nick…we need to get back. I'll figure out a way through that door…"
Nick didn't hear Dean as his eyes began to light up. "Dean…I think I found something!"
Dean walked over to look at what Nick was reviewing. "I decided to check out the sewer layout and bingo…look at this."
Dean followed Nick's finger and smiled. "Well I'll be…good job Nick! We can use the sewer system to get into the basement."
"You got it, there's an entrance about a mile from the property. From the looks of these diagrams, it is a straight shot to the basement and there appears to be more than one access panel into the building."
Dean hit Nick on the shoulder as he rolled up the diagram and headed for the door. "Come on, it's going to take us a little time to get there and I don't want Sammy to be alone one more second than he has to!"
A short time later, Dean was working on the lock that sealed the entrance to the sewer. Nick was standing guard, a position that was normally held by his little brother. God, he hoped that Sam was ok. It had been over 12 hours since his brother had disappeared. "Got it…let's go Nick!" Dean said as he quickly entered the dark sewer. He just hoped that they didn't run into too many rats…he hated rats!
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Sam gagged as Wendell continued to force the food down his throat. The taste was horrible, but Wendell continued to put the food in Sam's mouth and watched him to make sure that he swallowed. "There now that wasn't too bad was it Sammy? All you have to do, is do what I ask and the pain will go away. Now open up again, you need to drink this water."
Sam obeyed as the tears continued to fall down his cheeks. Once again, he almost gagged as the water was poured down his sore throat…the water had a metallic taste to it which probably meant that Sam was right…Wendell had put something in it. But Sam didn't care. He just wanted the pain to end.
"Now I know you must be tired and this chair is no place for you to sleep, so you sit tight while I go make up a nice soft bed for you…I'll be back in a few minutes."
Sam could feel himself getting sleepy as Wendell's form began to shimmer. "What did you put in the water?"
"Just a little something to make you easier to handle Sammy…don't worry, it won't kill you. But I can't guarantee it won't hurt a little." Wendell laughed as he slammed the door and turned off the light.
Sam was left alone in the dark, the pain from the wounds all over his body throbbing and now a new pain was making itself known in his stomach. He groaned as the first wave of pain hit, he was ashamed that he had given in and he was afraid that it was just the beginning of a slippery slope to the demon getting what he wanted.
"Dean…please find me!" Sam sobbed softly as he tried to ride the wave of pain radiating from his stomach. "Oh God, DEAN!" Sam screamed, but no one answered as the dark pressed down on him.
TBC
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