Chapter 2:
The submissive guy left Josh and Sam alone in the room, and Josh said in a teasing tone, "We're going to have us some fun now." Sam, was pretty sure he did not want to participate in anything this guy would consider fun. Josh smiled an evil smile that made Sam's stomach turn as Josh clamped on the clips on either of the chairs legs. Sam was nervous, he had been hurt tons of times before, but never electrocuted before, and he had heard it hurt like hell.
Josh walked back to the black box thing, it was used to control the electricity that would flow through his body soon, and turned the dial and pressed it in, as he did Sam saw his eyes flash black. Sam felt the white hot heat, no it wasn't just heat it was fire, like boiling water so hot it feels cold, flowing through his body.
It made him flex everywhere; his arms went rigid making the cuffs cut his wrists, his head flew back hitting the back of the chair with a sickening thud, and once it got there his head was just another place in contact with the metal, but none of that was what really scared him. What scared him was that he couldn't breath.
He didn't know how long it went in, although it felt like hours, all he knew is when it stopped he still couldn't breath. He tried to gasp, but it was to no avail. Josh was laughing now he walked over to Sam and said, "I bet I can make it even more fun."
Sam didn't even remotely like the idea of that. Josh yanked a still gasping Sam of the chair and stood him up, when he bent over Josh pushed him upright again. He grabbed one of the buckets of water and tossed it on Sam, the water was ice cold Sam started shivering. He supposed he looked somewhat like a puppy, gasping and shivering, that wasn't embarrassing at all. Josh forced him to sit back in the chair for another round. Oh, joy.
Josh stepped closer and inspected him, as if to see what else he could do to inflict more pain, of course he found something. He moved closer and tried to take of Sam's shirt off, he couldn't because of the cuffs. Somehow Josh blamed this on Sam and was very frustrated with him. As he tore off the shirt Sam heard him mumbling something like, "I don't know why Azazel picked you … good for nothing… should've been me… supposed to break you, what the hell?"
Who in the world was Azazel? Was he another demon? He would have to find out later because Joss had decided on another round only this time he was going to clip them on his feet, and turn the voltage down so that he wouldn't kill Sam. Sam was only aware for seconds before she passed out. He had a dream that wasn't really a dream it was actually a flash back to 10 years ago, when he was 5.
It was right after Sam's first hunt, Sam had screwed up and broke his arm in the process. They were renting a house with Bobby because he had insisted in it. He was supposed to be in bed but he woke up to voices arguing, and Dean wasn't lying next to him like he was when he had fallen asleep.
He was just outside the kitchen door, it was left ajar and he listened to his dad and Dean argue. He thought it was weird though, this was the first time he realized that a kitchen could actually be in a separate room.
Dad- "What's wrong with him, huh?"
Dean- "Dad, he wasn't ready, you just-"
Dad- "Wasn't ready? You were ready when you were 4. He's 5 he should be ready, he was just acting like a little kid!"
Dean- "That's because he is a little kid!"
Dad- "Maybe he's just not a hunter. I don't even think he's my kid, there is something wrong with him. He's just not normal"
Sam made the mistake of hiccupping, because he was trying not to make noise as the tears fell silently down his cheek. Dean must have heard him because then he said, "Dad, Stop!" and he ran over to the door. Sam raced back to his room, as if running away from the person who said the things would make the things said go away.
Dean followed behind Sam, Sam lied down on the bed and started sobbing. Dean came up behind him and sat beside him, putting his face next to his, rubbing his hands in small circles on Sam's back.
"Hey bub look, I don't care what he says, okay? I don't. You're my brother, and that alone makes you awesome, but not just that, your smart, and I know you are strong. I don't care what you do, you could never do anything to make me quit loving you."
Josh had continued the shock even after Sam had passed out. Once he was done with that he shook Sam to get him to wake up-that didn't work. He decided that he would just toss some water on the kid and take him back to the basement. The kid was through for today.
Josh left Sam slumped over next to Dean, he uncuffed Sam. He walked up the stairs and left them sitting there. Sam woke up seconds after he left, he didn't realize it bur he was crying still. He was shaking, and still his breaths took effort to pull in. He heard Dean call his name, " Sammy, Sammy, Come on man. You've got to snap out of it."
"huh?" Sam mumbled, he was now becoming more aware, now. " Sammy what happened? How did your shirt get off?" the next sentence Sam said was hushed and forced, " He- h-he t- took it off," He leaned back against the pole and let his dead fall against Dean, Sam was very cold now, he was shirtless, cold, and scared. The only thing that was keeping him aware was Dean's leather jacket was cold against his skin.
Sam knew he was in for a long ride when Josh had thrown him down the stairs, he was no where near satisfied but he had left him down there anyway. That had to mean that he wasn't done. He wasn't sure he could make it another round of that, he only hoped Dean couldn't tell how spent he really was, he needed him to know he was strong too.
Dean watched his brother struggle to stay aware, he could only imagine what they had done to him, they needed to take his shirt off and he was soaking wet, what the hell? He knew that his brother was going to need all the energy he could scrounge up, if he could get any so he let his brother drift off into whatever his dreams were.
The night could have turned to day but they wouldn't have known. The only thing that could count time was the annoying drip of whatever stupid thing was dripping. Dean had noticed earlier that Sammy's breaths were not evening out like they normally did when someone was asleep. This worried him, but then what was there that wouldn't worry him?
Sam woke only because Dean adjusted his leather jacket, Sam head had been Resting on Dean's shoulder as he slept. He let his head hang forward and he grunted, reality slowly seeping into his mind. Damn, He wished he could plug the whole to wherever the leak was, but then again Dean was in the area of reality. Sam chose to open his eyes, not surprised by the darkness, the drip, or even his shaking body, because he remembered that last round of shock.
" Hey Sleeping Beauty, how's it going?" Sam heard his brother say jokingly, He wished he could get closer to Dean, he was so warm. As he wished he thought about having to go back with Josh, the thought made him sick to his stomach, he was sure he was going to puke he felt it coming. Crap, I don't want to sit in my own puke, I should probably aim it over there. Sam reasoned, he tried to aim- if that was even possible to do, projectile vomiting, that is awesome- but he couldn't. It didn't land where he intended it to, it landed right on the other side of him, the one away from Dean.
"Hey, You okay Sam? You know I always said you should work on your projectile vomiting skills? Here let me just…" Dean Said as he scooted over and pulled Sam with him. Sam let out a small whimper as Dean grabbed him by his mid-section to pull him away from the vomit. He apologized as he found another place to pull him by, after Dean had pulled him farther away. He stopped, muttered something, and lifted Sam's shirt up and felt each of his ribs, looking for broken ones. Sam bit his lip to contain the huge protest he had to this, it hurt like hell, but of course it was nothing like when he was electrocuted.
" you've got at least 5 broken ones. Please, tell me what he did, what happened?" Dean nearly begged from Sam. Sam was fumbling with the words but nothing seemed to be working right and all he could get out was, "H-he, I-it, the she- they-ugh it was- Josh, he- uhh-" Sam then started sobbing then in shear terror from thoughts that came to him. Dean, again, gave up on finding out what had happened, for now he would have to be satisfied with just knowing that, for now, Sammy was right here by his side.