The Final Straw

Warning: Some more violence in this chapter so the warning is up for that. Nothing too graphic or as graphic as I have done but still serious. Also, mentions of past implied non-con event, just mentioned.

Chapter Two

"Well, I'll give you this. You're a lot harder to break than I thought you'd be after nearly five hours."

Dean Winchester or the demon residing in his tall, lanky body walked around the hanging bloody and bruised body of the younger Winchester as lightly slapping a heavy leather flogger against his palm just to see the little jerks Sam made at the sound.

The demon seemed to enjoy both the muffled screams or cries of pain that after two hours of constant and brutal abuse the younger man couldn't bury anymore as well as the bitter struggles of the man whose body he was riding and using to torture his own little brother.

Sam had tried not to give the demon what he wanted; him fighting the torture and making sounds of pain from under the gag since he knew those sounds were going to be used against him and after Dean was himself again those cries would be what haunted him.

However after two hours of harsh beatings and whippings over his bare back and chest, the demon had gotten frustrated enough to begin to start cutting him and the first deep cut broke his silence.

The cries were muffled by the gag but in an empty building, a place that Sam had never wanted to see again, they still sounded loud and he was surprised by the lack of attention.

"Bet you're wondering why no security or anyone's coming to check out the noise," the demon with Dean's voice spoke from behind him as he struck the flogger with full strength to bring bloody welts over the drying ones already littered across the hunter's back. "Before I jumped your big brother I borrowed the building owner for a few days to ensure no one would be around for this. I thought you'd appreciate spending this quality time in the place where you were happiest."

Being pounded on and tortured by a demon in possession of his older brother was one thing but to have it done in the bedroom where Jessica had died, where his last image of her had been pinned to the ceiling directly where he was chained under to watch her body burn until Dean broke down the door to pull him out was ever worse.

Every time Sam's head fell back or was yanked back his eyes went to the spot that if he looked close enough he'd swear he could see the outline of her body but he couldn't close his eyes because it had been made plain to him that the demon wanted him to watch his own torture.

The few times he hadn't or he'd passed out he'd be brought back to consciousness with the demon punching him or even more terrifying was when he'd been jerked back to see the damn thing making narrow cuts on Dean's own arm with the knife he was using on Sam.

"I honestly thought you'd be a broken and begging mess by now, Sammy," the demon spoke, tossing the flogger aside to pick up the knife again but not before he slammed a hard fist just above Sam's right kidney which was already showing massive bruising forming. "I mean, here you are chained right under the spot where your pretty girlfriend burned on the ceiling just like your Mom did while your brother's beating you to death or maybe we'll just skin you first and nothing but some shouts and moans…maybe I should kick things up a notch."

Sam's breathing was labored due to the pain he was in and not being able to draw in a deep breath due to broken or cracked ribs and the gag covering his mouth but at every small break in the pain he tried to settle it back to somewhat normal, harder now with the pain increasing.

His arms and shoulders ached and burned from hanging for so long as well as the welts and bruises an array of beatings up his arms and across his shoulders had given him but he still kept his fist closed around the tiny medallion to draw strength from it while struggling to find a way to get them both out of this but being gagged kept him from using the exorcism that would force the demon out of his brother.

Sam's legs were nearly useless. The ropes binding him were tight enough that they'd cut off circulation so even if the weights that had been attached to his ankles didn't keep him from moving them the inability to feel them would have.

A sudden low hum had his eyes refocusing only a second before something was jabbed into his back, igniting a burn all through Sam's already battered body and he screamed past the gag as the taser hit him repeatedly along different spot until he was thrashing as much as the chains on his wrists would allow, gasping for breath and blind as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Figured you hadn't had enough shocks recently," the laugh was Dean's but the tone anything but as the demon stepped around to take a handful of hair to pull it sharply and watching the look of fear flitter over glassy hazel eyes. "Want me to take the gag out, kiddo?" he touched it as if considering. "I really do want to hear your voice as he scream and beg Dean here to fight back and not to hurt you so I'll tell you what…I'll take this out but if you try to exorcise me outta him I'll rip this knife right through his guts before I smoke out.

"I'll leave him bleeding out while you'll be hanging here unable to help him," the demon smirked at the wide eyed look before jerking the gag out, lifting an eyebrow as if to see what Sam would do. "Good boy. You still care about what happens to him even though it's been five hours of big brother doing some serious crap to you."

"He's…not doing anything to…me," Sam spit, tasting blood and praying it was only because he'd bite his lip or tongue and not from anything more serious. "You are and you're…not my brother…argh!"

Fingertips pressed into a cut on Sam's chest to make it bigger, allowing more blood to flow down as the tip of the knife was dragged down his side to touch his thigh. "He's in here with me though but you know all about that cause you know how it was when little Meg jacked your body a couple months back," the demon's hand shifted to turn the knife to stick it through the hunter's upper thigh, hearing the choked off cry.

"Oh and he's a bitch to hold onto but I've made it plain to him that if he fights this too hard what I can do to you," the demon's voice dropped low and took on a tone that Sam had never heard from his brother and the numb panic began to resurface. "I gave Dean a blow by blow, not so much of a pun really, of the pain I can cause you or…what else I really want to do to his precious baby brother but then he doesn't know everything else Meg did…does he?"

"Shut up," Sam bit down hard against the agony as the knife twisted in his thigh again but he refused to let this damn demon ever reveal that to his brother. "You want to hurt me…fine…but leave…him alone. It's me…"

"You boys have no clue the real game being played or what your old man really did when he did what he did to save your worthless piece of shit brother," the demon sneered, jerking the knife out to place the tip against Sam's stomach before applying pressure while he slid the blade down to touch the snap on Sam's jeans with a slow smile. "He's begging now," he murmured lowly, making no attempts to hide the not so subtle hints as to what he wanted to do. "Begging me not to touch you like Meg allowed to happen…oops, you don't want your hero to know too much, do you?"

Playing with the knife against Sam's side, the demon seemed to frown a little at the shaky jerk of the hand holding the blade. "Hmm, big brother better watch it if he doesn't want serious damage inflicted but damn, does he got a mouth on him right now. Pity I can't gag him as easily as I can you," black eyes flashed twice as if the creature from Hell was fighting to stay in control. "He puts up a good front but I but I could break him just by…"

"My brother's twice the man our Dad was and you…won't break him…asshole," Sam snapped, in pain, hurting and logically scared of this situation but still pissed at the demon inside Dean for talking down about his brother, for making Dean feel the same way the damn Yellow Eyed bastard had that night before the semi plowed into the Impala…before their Dad died. "He'll never stop fighting you and…"

The blade flashed up under his throat as Sam swallowed tightly to remember it while it was Dean's face up close to his it wasn't his brother in control and blinking a little as he took in the slightest muscle movement under Dean's eye and understood.

"Dean," he murmured barely with any sound as the blade pressed in a little deeper until the younger man was certain his throat would be cut shortly but the blade stayed steady despite the fingers that had been curled ruthlessly tight in Sam's hair loosened and shook. "I'm sorry."

For just a brief moment a flicker of wild panic flashed in those deep green eyes as their true owner fought to the surface if only for a second, if only to try to offer some sort of assurance that he was still struggling against the strength of the demon wrestling control back.

"Sammy…" the pain in Dean's voice wasn't from whatever wounds the demon had inflicted but from he knew he'd done to his brother, trying to hold control long enough to at least try to get Sam free. "Don't…listen to it. Use the damn…exorcism."

"No, it could…kill you before I could…" Sam tried to argue, feeling the blade jerk and fearing the demon would punish Dean for fighting back by killing him. "De'n…I'm…"

"This…ain't your fault," Dean gritted, pushing the demon down while it railed in his mind with promises of what it would do to Sam once it was back in control. "My fault for taking the damn medallion off to…shit, Sam…you use that damn spell because I will not let this thing hurt you like it wants to but I can't…" he shook all over at the images being forced into his head of his own body assaulting his brother.

A gasp of pain as Dean jerked and Sam watched in horror when the blade sliced down his brother's hand to make Dean bleed even as he was holding onto control by a thin string, reaching up to try to get one of the cuffs loose.

"Shit!" Dean hissed, pulled away violently as black eyes flashed up to show the demon back and control and he was lunging to grab for Sam's throat. "Cute stunt your brother pulled," he growled, the knife back at Sam's neck while the blood from Dean's bleeding hand smeared over the raw and bloody welts on his chest. "I should kill you both for that but now I really want to make him pay for that and that means you're gonna pay."

Sam steeled himself for whatever came, locking his blurring eyes on the small bronze horned amulet his brother always wore and kept them on that one thing as he stopped trying to keep the screams in as punishing fists pummeled his face, chest, stomach and sides until he was left fighting just to draw in a small breath.

"Huh, big brother's not so tough in here now," the demon wiped blood on his knuckles from beating Sam until he was hanging limp and coughing blood off on Dean's already bloody grey t-shirt as he took a good look at the bloody and battered boy in front of him. "He's begging in here I bet a lot like you did while Meg was in control. What d'ya say, Dean? Want to see what you're really capable of doing to your baby brother?"

"'Leave him alone, bastard!'" Dean hated this and with every whimper or scream from Sam he felt even more helpless.

Being helpless or powerless were things that Dean Winchester had worked hard his whole life to never be. He'd been that way only a few times in his entire life and both times his brother had been hurt and he'd sworn to never be that way again.

He'd only taken the anti-possession medallion off for a second because it had gotten tangled in the black cord that held his amulet and in that mere two minutes he'd gone from perfectly fine, returning to the motel with dinner, to feeling a pain in his head to waking up locked in his own mind as the demon held a running commentary as it watched Sam sleep.

It had only been in him less than a day which in some way Dean had been grateful because this sick son of a bitch had certain kinks that turned Dean's stomach especially when it looked at his brother.

"You never should've tried to beat me down, little hunter," the demon was pissed and took it out on Sam with a vicious backhand to face, seeing blood come from his mouth but the younger man stayed limp even though he was clearly trying to return to consciousness.

"'Damn it! You've done enough! Let Sam go and…do whatever the hell you want to me but stop hurting him,'" Dean tried his best to control his own body and hated the mocking sound of his own voice as it laughed while reaching down for the knife again. "'No. No, please. You've hurt him all night. Just let…let him go.'"

The demon ran the tip of the blade down the center of Sam's chest until the young hunter stirred, glassy hazel eyes slow to open to this but the fear was there when they finally did.

"No, I'm going to make you watch and listen all night and all day tomorrow as we take little bits of this freak apart and before I let either of you go I'm going to give you a taste of the fun Meg allowed some bikers to have with your boy during that time before you found him," the demon sneered. "Or maybe I'll keep you both since we both know Sammy-boy won't exorcise me cause I'll kill you and I always fancied havin' a pet."

"'You son of a bitch! You try to put my…your hands on my brother and you won't have to worry about Sammy exorcising your demon ass, I will!'" Dean was enraged and raging inside his own skull while watching helplessly as the demon walked over to one of the bags he'd tossed onto the ruined bed and pulled out a full, unopened bottle of whiskey. "'Ha, getting me drunk won't shut me up, dick.'"

Slitting the seal on the bottle with the knife, the demon walked back over toward Sam with a slow intent. "Whiskey ain't for us, Dean," the demon replied, smile glittering as he felt the young man's mind jerk at the realization. "It's for Sam…in so many ways."

Dean's mind blanked out on that until it hit him as his wrist raised to lift the now open bottle up to begin to light a slow stream of the harsh alcohol pour over Sam's raw and bloody chest and his brother's choked scream brought Sam back to full consciousness.

"'God…Sammy,'" it was agonizing for Dean to listen to the pain in his brother's ragged voice or see the way his eyes would go haunted every time he was lucid enough to look up or remember where he was and Dean remembered the pain Sam suffered at losing Jessica and he wanted this black eyes bastard to pay even if it cost him his life. "'Sammy, I'm sorry. I'll get you out of this…no, damn it. Stop! He's barely conscious! You can't force him to drink…shit! I will so burn you for touching him!'"

"I haven't even started touching him yet, hero," the demon replied smugly, taking a handful of hair to pull Sam's battered head back to pour whiskey down his throat and seemed to take great pleasure in the boy's pain and gasping sounds as he choked on the liquor. "You'll know when I do cause then I'm gonna get to hear you as your little brother squirms under…what the hell is that?"

The little beeping alarm like sound was coming from the bag that Sam kept his laptop in. "Hey! What's going on?" he growled, slapping Sam hard across the face until in shock glassy eyes struggled to focus on him. "Answer me! Why's that beeping and what is it?"

It took Sam's head a couple more slaps before he realized what he was being asked and what the sound was, feeling a tiny stirring of hope flicker back to life. "It's…laptop," he slurred, fingers of his left hand moving slowly so the demon wouldn't see or notice his hand. "Got…an alarm these days. Bobby…runs a program through it every…day but it needs to be on to make…the noise stop."

"What program?" the demon eyed the in shock and bleeding hunter closely as if looking for a lie or trick. "Dean doesn't know anything about that."

"You…think Bobby'll…tell Dean about a program that's basically letting him know…we're okay?" Sam was having a hard time breathing and seeing and feared the wounds were worse than he'd first thought, trying to see where the noise was coming from. "Just…open the top, hit a key and let it go…unless you want Bobby Singer to drop in…and he will if that doesn't…run," he gasped as more whiskey hit his open wounds.

Blinking a bit more to clear his vision, Sam watched without taking a breath as the demon inside his brother grabbed the laptop, opened it to hit a key before tossing it away from him on the bed as he came back over to Sam with a sneer.

"Annoying noise all gone and no chance of the old man riding to your rescue," he smirked, lifting a hand that shook more than he liked as he gritted his teeth and reached for Sam's belt. "Now, let's have some fun…what?"

"'Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursion infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.'"

The sudden deep voice of Bobby Singer's recorded voice coming from over the laptop's speakers saying the first verse of the exorcism ritual had the demon in Dean jerking around with a snarl, black eyes flashing. "You stupid…" he snapped, whipping a hard backhand into Sam's face before he went to lunge toward the bed and the offending piece of electronics. "I will rip your tongue out of your head right after I make you watch…argh!"

"'Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.'"

The second verse made him stumble but it was clear this demon was strong and could very well stop the spell before it would work and the demon made to move again, Sam made the only move he knew he could and just prayed he had the strength.

"Hey…think you…forgot something," Sam gasped, pain building but the moment the demon turned back to hit him again Sam let his left hand come free of the cuff that Dean had been able to unlock, grabbing the hand before it could connect and pressing what he'd been holding into it to see those black eyes go wide. "Go…back to…Hell and…get outta my…brother…"

The demon's strength was still greater than Sam's and he was able to pull away, leaving the hunter gasping from exertion and hanging by one arm. "I will…I will…" he snarled again but the pain of the still playing ritual as well as the anti-possession medallion that the damn fingers of this body were curling around was hurting it.

"'Vade, Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt.'"

The third verse came through and the demon fell away to land on his knees by the bed but still too far away to smash the infernal machine that was coming close to yanking him from his very unwilling host.

"I'll kill you both before I let some…argh!" he screamed as the hand he suddenly had no control over squeezed tighter over the medallion to make him feel the burn on it through Dean's skin. "No! I will not…lose con…"

"Yeah…you will," Sam whispered, vision narrowing as he struggled to stay conscious for one more second.

"'Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos. Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris, te rogamus, audi nos.'"

"…te rogamus, audi nos," Sam's voice was fading along with his consciousness as he mumbled the final few words of the ritual before feeling the blackness coming in hard and hoping he'd either be dead soon or if he opened his eyes again it would be to his brother's green eyes. "…Christo…"

The demon snarled fought the repeating ritual as the laptop had it on a loop to repeat for the next hour but he couldn't find the ability to move as it was yanking on him to pull him out of Dean and the medallion was burning but it finally went the ritual got to the third verse again and Dean's control had gained some ground to pull at the duffel on the bed until it fell next to him that the demon knew its time was up.

Dean could feel the thing clawing for control as he worked stiff fingers into the duffel to pull out a bottle of Holy water but he'd only managed to open the cap before the demon was letting go of him with a guttural scream that the hunter wasn't sure if it was the demon screaming or himself as the black smoke tore out of him and out of the shell of a room through cracks on the wall near the window.

With a gasp, Dean fell to the floor unmoving for several long minutes until slowly he began to come back to his dull senses; aware of the pain his body was in both inside and out but then full memory snapped back and his eyes were shooting across the room to find his brother and feeling the whole world stop for him.

"Sammy…"

TBC

A/N: *Cough* Yes, I did just cliffhang it here and yes, I know. I am an evil writer who enjoys torturing my readers as much as I do the boys. Next update will be soon so stay tuned.

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