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Though nothing,

Will keep us together,

We could steal time,

Just for one day,
We can be Heroes.
For ever and ever,
What d'you say?

-Heroes, David Bowie

The cool bars made him shiver as his frazzled mind started to wake up. Bars? His eyes snapped open. He seemed to have been dumped in the middle of some kind of cage. Everything hurt and he couldn't breathe with the pressure on his chest. What was that? He gingerly lifted his head to get a mouthful of long, brown hair in his face. Sam. He sat up quickly, pushing his brother carefully of his chest onto his side before lowering his head back down as dizziness overtook him. As the nausea started to fade slightly he managed to reach over and press his fingers to the side of his brother's neck, feeling desperately for a pulse. The unsteady rhythm did nothing to quell his fears. Sam's alive. Have to get him to the side of the cage so he can sit up and I can check out how bad he is.

He held the shaking form in his arms, trying not to show his panic. He set his brother gently next to the wall of the cage, sitting down next to him and cradling Sam's head against his shoulder. He smoothed away the damp hair hanging to his pale face slowly, careful not to catch on any of the scratches on his head. He pulled the bloody bangs away gently revealing large, terrified eyes, unfocused through the pain. "How you going Sammy?" he whispered, surprised at how calm it came out. He swayed dizzily, feeling the bile rise up at the back of his throat as he tries to move pressure off his injured leg and felt sickening pain straight to his core. Push it down. Sam needs you. He realised he still hadn't got an answer yet. "Sammy?" he said, louder this time. Sam's eyes, having drifted almost completely shut, open wide in surprise at the sound of Dean's voice. He smiled a dreamy, lopsided smile, flashing his dimples at his worried older sibling.

"I'm fine Dean. Nothin' to worry about. We've seen worse right?" Sam struggled to keep his voice steady and his words slurred slightly through the ever-increasing pain in his stomach and head. He had never felt worse than this, but no point in letting Dean know that, right? He would only worry. And if he was worrying, he wouldn't be taking care of himself. He could feel himself beginning to drift away again but he fought it. Make sure Dean is ok first, then sleep. "What about you?" His smile quickly disappearing. "How's your leg? And that shoulder"

Dean could see the barely concealed pain in his brother's eyes, knew it was much worse than he was letting on, but as long as he can flash those dimples and keep those puppy dog eyes open he would leave it for now. Hell he didn't even know if he could have done anything anyway. But Sam was still shivering. Hard. And he could see how hard his brother was fighting to stay awake, realising it was only for his sake that he did so. "I'm fine. I'm not the one who got ripped open and smacked around by a friggin' hellhound" He muttered quickly, placing a hand on Sam's forehead and feeling him relax under his touch and comforting words. "Jeez Sam you're burning up, that's not good. Let me see those cuts. Now" So much for not letting him worry. As Sam pulled the blood-soaked towel away from his chest, Dean felt the bile back in his throat. "Shit Sam, that's bad." He instantly regretted not checking him sooner. The younger Winchester tried not to wince as he pulled his shirt off the still seeping wound and allowed his brother to examine the four long gashes spanning from the top of his shoulder down to just above his waist. Was it bad that he could hardly feel it unless he touched it?

"They're not deep Dean. I'm fine. I can't even feel them." Damn the world should not be spinning like that. He felt his head drop hopelessly onto his brother's shoulder, unable to stop the whimper that escaped his lips at the fresh wave of nausea and pain. Dean's ok. Dean's ok. Just have a little rest. But you have to wake up soon. Cannot leave Dean on his own for too long, cannot worry him. Will just rest a little while the pain goes away. Dad will be here soon to get us out of here and then can sleep for real. Just a nap. Just a little nap. Then the black dots at the edge of his vision swarmed in and he lost the battle to remain conscious.

"Sam?" He watched his brother lose the fight to stay awake and drop his head back onto his shoulder with growing panic. Can't feel them? Either Sam is lying out of his ass to calm him down or that was really, really bad. Shit, he's going into shock. He slapped his brother gently on the cheek, cringing at the small noise of pain his sibling made without opening his eyes. He gently slid his fingers under the bloody mat of hair to feel the weak, erratic pulse. Goddam it Sam, how much pain are you in? "Sam?" he whispered again, knowing that no matter what happened, unconsciousness was not good. Please get here soon Dad. "Come on, stay with me little brother."

He heard the door open and instinctively pulled Sam closer as the gliding figure of their captor entered the room. "Hey there kiddos. How's the weather down here?" Catching sight of the unconscious younger Winchester she let out a soft moan, walking over and leaning closer to the cage to get a better look, all anger from before forgotten. "I just love a damsel in distress." She raised her eyebrows knowingly at Dean, a slight smile on her lips. "And damn if he ain't in distress. Hellhounds right?" she shrugged, "Whatcha gonna do?" She laughed a little at that, increasing the volume as she saw Dean tighten his grip once again on his sibling and gave her a death glare. She pouted, "Oh Deany, you really think Daddy Dearest is going to save your sweet little arses this time, don't you? That's adorable. You two are way too young to be in this business" Dean fought down panic. Damn straight they were, his kid brother was bleeding out in his arms as they spoke. Where the hell were they? What was Tandia playing at? If they weren't useful she would have killed them already. They'd given her enough reason to. So what were they? Bait? Or did she just enjoy torturing them?

"Bite me" he managed to grunt. Hell if he was gonna go, he was gonna go with the Winchester charm.

"Oh sweetie I think I'll leave that to the hellhounds. Oh unless you mean…?" She replied raising an eyebrow suggestively. "I didn't know you were into the whole spawn of hell gig." She laughed again and threw something into the cage. "Well while you two were getting ripped into tiny Winchester-shaped pieces up there I had an idea. How about…just for fun…. We play a little game with old Johnny Winchester." Dean picked up the item cautiously. A phone. "Now don't try anything funny with that phone now, darling. Sammy wouldn't like that very much."

"It's Sam." He heard the weak whisper of his brother next to him. Trust Sam to only worry about the use of his name, not the very real threat against his life. His hands fluttered around his brother's face, desperate to see him open his eyes that he was sure were glaring at the demon. "And Dad's gonna find us. With or without a phone call. So you can shove that out-of-date piece of shit right up your…" Sam gasped as Tandia reached into the cage and pulled his arm forcefully, effectively causing him to roll from his brother's protective grip and send fresh waves of agony through his head. Gasping and grabbing at his aching upper body, he looked up at her in shock, her hand already out of the cage before Dean has a chance to grab it. "Ow?" He whispered.

Ignoring the pain and heavy breathing from the young hunter she leaned in close to the cage. Hands rubbing the bars playfully. "Oh, so Sleeping Beauty decided to bless us with her presence, did she? I didn't realise you were allowed to be a smartass with hair like that" She shifted her attention to Dean, glancing at him meaningfully. "I think he might be a bit delirious Dean, your dad's good, but not good enough to find you this time. You know that. And even if he did..." She snaked a hand through the bars and wiped a piece of Sam's hair out of his eyes, laughing as she pulled it away too quickly for Dean's slowing reflexes. "How long do you two really have? Especially the little one here. Why, I think he's fallen asleep on us again!" He glanced over. She was right. He had pulled Sam back into his arms and his brother's head had fallen weakly onto his shoulder again. "Now how about that phone call?" She said excitedly. "Here's what I want you to do. I want you to call your dad and tell him exactly what happened to his two darling babies."

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