AN: Here ya go, another chapter, hope you enjoy
WARNING: There is torture in this chapter, things that will make you squirm, so if you don't like it don't read it. Its not too too bad because there was no way I could do that to poor Sam and Dean… it'll have to wait for another story.
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The rats scurried around the basement, the claws scratching on the cold ground, blissfully moving around the younger boys heads, unaware of the threat that walked among them, their tails brushing against the boys shaking faces, causing the young Winchesters to shift uncomfortably, wanting to get away from the vile creatures but unable to do so.
Dean watched his younger brothers shaking form, noting the tears that had begun to pool around his younger brother's face, he tried to shift closer, tried to say it was okay, but the ropes and gags made such a simple task impossible. He grunted softly, causing his younger brother to look up, their eyes meeting for the first time since Sam was tied, gagged and thrown into the cellar with Dean.
The older Winchester tried to comfort Sam, tried to tell him it was going to be okay, but he knew it wasn't working, his younger brother continued to shake as footsteps echoed above them. Their capture having been upstairs for over an hour now, Dean wasn't sure what 'Davy' was going to do, what his plans were, but he was hoping that the psycho wouldn't come back downstairs, that he would just leave his brother alone.
Both brothers lifted their heads as they heard the basement door open, the heavy footsteps moving slowly down the stairs, Davy whistled as he moved. The song sending a chill down Dean's spine as it became louder with every step Davy took, getting closer to him and his brother. He tried to shuffle once more, his actions violent as he fought against the ropes that held him tight, wanting nothing more than to protect Sammy.
He had almost made it when the door opened once more, the man standing in the door way smiling at the two boys he had in his grasps, enjoying the look of terror that crossed the younger ones face, and the look of anger that crossed the older ones face.
"Hey boys, miss me?" he asked as he moved closer to the boys, relishing in the tremors of fear that coursed through their young bodies. "Cause I sure as hell missed you" he sneered as he bent down, picking Sam off the floor. He could hear the whimper in the boy, and felt the hot tears. "Shhhh, its okay Sam, I'm not going to hurt you, or Dean" he continued, turning the boy so he could look at the fear in his eyes. "I just want to sit you up in a chair so you're not on the uncomfortable ground" he could vomit at the sweetness in his voice, but was happy to see the boy start to accept his words as he moved him from the cellar.
He placed Sam on one of the chairs he had set up in the basement beside a table he had also set up for the occasion, placing a blindfold over the young boys eyes, he always enjoyed it when his victims didn't know what was coming. He went back to get Dean, the older boys anger overflowing, as he struggled to free himself from the ropes. "Now Now Dean, Sam is fine, and if you stop moving I'll take you too him, but if you don't stop moving you'll just have to listen from in here"
Dean stopped moving, the reality of the situation starting to take hold as the mans words cut through him. Feeling the rough hands of the man grasp his arms, holding on tightly, Dean grunted in pain, 'This is not good' he thought to himself as he was taken into the basement, struggling once more as he looked at his brother sitting on the chair. 'Sammy!" he screamed, only to come out as a muffle, but loud enough that his brothers head turned towards the noise.
"Stop moving boy" Davy sneered as he threw Dean to the ground, enjoying the gasp of pain that came from the boy, "Or I'll make you watch" he continued kicking Dean, causing him to curl up as the wind was knocked out of him. Davy watched the boys, seeing the strong connection between them, "actually, I just had a change of plans, I think you should see your brother, no need for both of you to be blindfolded."
Dean was put into the chair beside his brother; he could see the tears falling from under the blindfold. He watched the man with hatred in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to kill the man who was making Sam cry. But the psycho just smiled as he walked towards Dean, pulling the gag from his mouth.
"You son of a bitch, I'll kill you!" Dean screamed, only to receive a backhand to his face. He could feel the blood dripping from his newly split lip.
"Now listen here boy, every time you speak out like that your little brother here will lose a finger nail."
"You hurt him and I will kill you" Dean yelled once more.
"Now I expected you to listen better" Davy seethed as he grabbed the pliers from the table, reaching over to the blindfolded Sam who was trying to back away. Getting a firm grip of Sams index fingernail with the pliers he pulled up slowly, enjoying the terror and pain that rolled off the younger boy as his nail started to bleed.
"You sick Fuck Stop it" Dean screamed, fighting his ropes once more, opening the wounds on his wrists.
"No! You stop yelling, and every time I so much as hear a peep from you without me asking you to talk your brother loses another nail" Davy yelled back, yanking hard on the nail, ripping it from its nail bed, blood beginning to drip as Sammy screamed behind the gag.
Deans heart began to pound, his face became flush as he watched the nail being ripped up in one quick movement. His own tears began to well up as he saw the pain his brother was in.
"Do you understand?"
Dean just nodded, not wanting to break the rules, realizing that he was not the one in charge.
"Good" Davy said as he turned back to the table, placing the pliers back down as he picked up a smoke from the pack he had found in the house, they were stale, but that didn't matter he wasn't much of a smoker.
He watched the ember glow as he inhaled, mesmerized by the heat that seemed to radiate off of it.
"Smoking is a dirty habit boys" he said as looked back down at the quiet Dean and the crying Sam, he hated when people cried, so weak, so pathetic.
"Stop crying" he ordered.
Sam tried to stop, but he couldn't, he couldn't stop the tears from flowing freely, the fear and pain mixing together. He felt the man at his face, his warm breath against his cheek. "I said stop crying" he repeated as he brought the cigarette down on to the pale flesh of Sams arm, listening to it sizzle before the cry came from behind the gag once more, breathing in deep, the smell of searing flesh invading his nostrils.
Dean wanted to yell out, to beg the man to stop, but he couldn't, not if it meant more pain to Sam. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't wipe the tears from Sams face, couldn't comfort his shaking brother, he was useless.
"Tsk tsk, looks like you brother listens about as well as you do Dean" Davy said, enjoying the pain from both the brothers as he turned back to the table, looking at the various items he had lined up for the boys, starting off small picking up the small needle he had found, crouching in front of Sam once more.
"You know, I thought older brothers were supposed to protect their younger brothers" he said as he stroked Sams hand, looking at the pain in Deans eyes, he knew he had struck a chord. "What kind of brother lets a man like me do this?" he continued as he brought the needle under Sams middle finger nail, he watched the young boy as his head began to shake and sobs wracked through his body as he started to move the needle into the tender flesh under the nail.
"Why don't you help him Dean?" the man question as he pushed further, watching the needle move up under the nail, Sams body twitching violently as he tried to get away from the pain. "Why are you so Pathetic?!" he screamed getting up, leaving the needle he had wedged into Sams nail bed, turning to the older brother who was crying.
Davy struck out at Dean, causing the young hunter to fall from his chair; he walked over and kicked Dean once more, before picking him up and placing him in front of Sam. Taking the blindfold off of Sams face so the two brothers could look at one another.
Dean cried at the look in Sams eyes, the pain and fear evident, looking for Dean to save him. But he couldn't do anything, "I'm sorry Sammy" Dean whispered, as he sobbed.
"What was that Deany?" Davy said, picking up the exchange between the boys, "Did you just say something?"
"No, please, I didn't say anything" Dean begged as he was torn away from Sam and placed back on the chair, watching as the psycho turned back to the table, grasping the pliers once again.
"Please… I didn't Say anything" Dean screamed as Sam looked at the man, horror written across his features as he realized what was going to happen.
"Oh Dean, I heard it, but, I'm in a good mood right now so I won't take one of Sams nails… this time."
The older brother relaxed slightly, at the thought that Sam wouldn't be losing another nail because of him. The fear returned as he watched the psycho remove Sams gag.
"Dean!" Sam screamed out, only to be hit by Davy.
"Now boys, I know your both young, and Sam, you must have a few loose teeth in there, why don't we find one" Davy said as he grabbed Sams jaw, squeezing hard until the young boys mouth opened, revealing his small baby teeth.
Dean watched in horror as the man brought the pliers into Sams mouth, 'Oh god no' Dean thought to himself, feeling the bile rise up as the psycho yanked back, bringing with him one of Sams small molars, the blood beginning to spill from his younger brothers mouth.
"Well isn't that a beauty" Davy said, admiring the tooth.
Dean bit down on his lip as he tried to keep his mouth shut, not wanting Sam to have to experience anymore pain because of his stupidity.
"Oh Dean, look at all the pain you're causing your brother" Davy said as he put the pliers back down, keeping the tooth in the palm of his hand as he walked back to the older brother, dropping the bloody tooth into Deans lap. "You know, its people like you who don't deserve to have a brother, you can't even protect him, its all your fault he's getting hurt."
Dean just shook his head, he didn't want to believe it, he loved Sammy, he would never let something like this happen if he could stop it.
"Its your fault, you should have made sure the window down here was locked, then I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't be hurting your brother"
"Don't listen to him Dean" Sam suddenly called out, causing Davy to turn and lash out, knocking Sam from his chair.
"No" Dean cried as he watched Davy advance on his brother.
"You know, bad little boys like you deserve to be taught a lesson" Davy seethed as he picked Sam up and cleared the table, throwing the young boy onto the table and picking up the knife that had fallen to the floor.
"And I know just the way to teach you a lesson" Davy continued as he brought the knife down to Sams skin, slowing digging in, just deep enough that he was only bringing the skin up, Sam screamed in agony.
Dean watched in horror as the man began to pull back on Sam's skin, revealing the muscle in his young brother arm. "Please, stop it" Dean begged, shutting his eyes tight, not wanting to watch the torture, Sams continuous screams echoing in the basement. "Please…." Dean sobbed wanting nothing more than for this to all be over.
AN: Hope you liked it, not going to lie, it was a hard chapter to write, and I had planned for a lot more torture, but I just couldn't do it to young Sam and Young Dean, so I'm obviously going to have to write another story so I can get all my torture in there lol
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