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The first thing Dean noticed as he came back to consciousness was the pain in his forehead. Dean went to reach a hand up to his face when he realized he could not move his hand. For a split second, his confused mind made him think he was paralyzed. However, as he became more aware he realized his wrists were tied down to the chair he was sitting in. Dean could feel something wet running down his face, he was bleeding from his forehead.

With a groan, Dean blinked his eyes and gently shook his head to try to clear the cobwebs from his hazy memory. Dean finally got a good look at the room he was in. He noticed the blood stains on the walls and floors when suddenly his memory came back to him. Tommy Jones had attacked him and…

"Sammy!" Dean whispered.

Dean immediately scanned the room for his little brother. Relief swept over him when he eventually spotted Sam in the corner of the room by the door Dean had spotted earlier. Sam was also tied to a chair. Dean squinted as he scanned Sam for injuries. He felt a pit in his stomach when he spotted the blood streaming from a cut on the side of Sam's forehead.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled.

Sam gave no response.

"Sammy, c'mon dude. Please wake-up. Sammy!" Dean yelled.

His plea paid off as Sam began to moan and shake his head from side to side. Dean instantly noticed Sam's breathing pick-up as he realized he was tied down.

Dean immediately attempted to soothe his panicking brother. "Sammy, hey Sammy. Look at me. C'mon Sammy open your eyes and look at me."

Sam's breathing began to return to normal, as Dean's voice seemed to soothe Sam. Sam began slowly blinking his eyes open. He slowly lifted his head. Pain lines were etched into his forehead, but Sam began to seek out his older brother. Dean felt his heart break as Sam's terrified pain-filled eyes eventually met his. Dean offered his little brother a small smile.

"Dean?" Sam sobbed.

"Hey Sammy, how are you feeling kid."

"H…h…head hurts." Sam offered as tears slid down his cheeks.

Dean felt awful. This was his dumb idea. He should have never brought his inexperienced ten-year-old brother here. What had he been thinking? He had just wanted to end this because it was involving siblings. The thought had never even crossed his mind that the same thing would happen to them. He just assumed Sam and him could take whatever was going on in the house. Clearly, he had been wrong. He screwed up and now his little brother was paying the price.

"Sammy listen to me. We are going to get out of this."

Sam hiccupped. "You promise."

"I promise Sammy. I promise you."

Both boys smiled at each other, but the tender moment was interrupted by the deep voice of a third party. "Well, well, well isn't that cute."

Sam and Dean both tensed as they saw the man inhabited by Tommy Jones feign a touched expression as he swiped at invisible tears on his cheeks.

"You two boys just break my heart. I mean really touching boys," Tommy said with mock admiration.

Tommy then approached Sam. "Well little Sammy. We haven't had the privilege yet of a formal introduction. My name is Tommy Jones."

Dean noticed the fear in Sam's eyes as his little brother realized who had captured them. His stubborn little brother decided though that he would glare at the possessed man. "Only Dean and Dad can call me Sammy."

Without warning, Tommy swung his arm back and punched Sam in the mouth. Sam's head whipped to the side as he let out a cry of pain. Sam dropped his head to his chest and began breathing through the pain. Dean felt his heart shatter as he noticed the blood dripping from Sam's newly split lip.

"Don't touch him!" yelled Dean.

Tommy ignored Dean. "Sam-MY," Tommy stressed, "You better be careful kid. You have no idea how strong a man is when he is possessed by a ghost." Tommy smiled a wicked grin at Sam.

Sam's tear-filled eyes looked over at Dean.

Tommy knelt down in front of Sam. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Still seeking comfort from your big brother I see. Believe me Sam, by the end of this fun time we're going to have together, you won't be seeking Dean's comfort."

Sam's shoulders shook as the little boy quietly sobbed from fear and pain.

"Go to hell!" Dean yelled.

Tommy whipped his head around to seek out Dean. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. That was unadvisable Dean-o. See all those years ago with Dave, you know the one who tortured my brother and I, when I showed him disrespect he hurt my brother. Made me watch him attack and destroy my baby brother. Then he would turn around and attack me."

Dean stared wide-eyed at Tommy. A tear traced a path down the older brother's cheek.

"Shall we try that Dean," Tommy asked with a smirk.

Dean's eyes filled with fresh tears as he saw the terrified expression on Sam's face.

Dean opened his mouth to yell at Tommy. Tommy however, reacted quickly. He shoved a hand over Dean's mouth and nose cutting off Dean's air supply.

Dean began bucking in his chair as his oxygen deprived lungs screamed for air.

Dean could barely hear Sam pleading for Tommy to stop.

Right as Dean felt like he was going to pass out, Tommy released his hand. Dean immediately began inhaling deeply as he gave his lungs the much-needed oxygen. Seconds later Dean felt duct tape being placed over his mouth.

"See Dean, you are really pissing me off. I tell you to stop disrespecting me and then you try to yell at me again. This should keep you quiet while I punish you for your disrespect by having some fun with Sam."

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