Chapter 13 - A Box Of Fun

'Oh you've got to be kidding me,' commented Dean, freezing momentarily to watch as the walls closed in slowly. 'I thought she didn't want to kill us!'

'Looks like she changed her mind,' Sam noted grimly.

'Yeah, well I don't want to be squashed like a bug! Think of a plan!'

'Don't you still have that handcuff key?' suggested Sam, surprised in the calmness of his voice.

'What, you think I haven't thought of that Einstein?' shot back Dean. 'The shackle hole is shaped

weird. The key wouldn't work.'

'Well Dean, if you can't think of anything it looks like you will be squashed like a bug,' said Sam.

'We're doomed.'

The two walls approaching from the side stopped moving with a clang as they hit the rings that Dean and Sam were so unwillingly shackled to. The other two walls continued getting closer, Dean panicking slightly when he realized he could lean on the wall behind him it was that close. Realizing the wall behind him had stopped; Sam concentrated on the wall that was steadily moving towards his chest less than a metre away.

'This ain't looking good Dean,' he said, reaching out and planting his hands on it.

It was barely 20 centimetres from his chest now. It slid closer to him, and Sam knew that if it moved again, he would have solid wall pressing on his back and chest.

'Hey Sam,' said Dean. 'If I've ever told you I hate you, I didn't mean it.'

'Shut-up De-'

Sam was cut off as the wall moved, and the floor fell from beneath him. With no choice but down, the brothers fell a short drop into the next room, Sam landing hard on his injured shoulder, and Dean on his feet, before he toppled to the ground. They both rolled painfully onto their backs in time to look up and see the walls close together.

'Talk about close,' panted Dean.

'Well, I couldn't go killing you, could I?' said Katie from behind them.

They scrabbled to their feet, Sam a little slower, Dean discovering with delight that his shackled wasn't attached to anything. Sam's was still secured firmly to a large slab of stone that had managed to stay intact.

'Did I scare you?' mocked Katie. She watched with amusement as Dean attempted to pick up a small slab of stone inconspicuously.

'Oh Dean, you know better than that,' said Katie with a roll of her eyes. Stone still in hand, Dean watched with hatred as Katie moved up to Sam, and partially hid behind him.

'Go on, take your best shot. Coz Sammy ain't going anywhere,' Katie said.

'Doesn't mean I can't do this,' said Sam through gritted teeth, and turning as fast as he could, swung his fist at her. She caught it easily and swiftly locked a cuff onto it.

'You can do better than that,' she said sweetly.

Dean watched carefully from a distance. He didn't want to jeopardize Sam. He heard a noise behind him, but turned too late, copping a metal bar across the head. He fell to the ground, dazed, and Aaron strode in and cuffed him.

'That's what you get for throwing a gun at me!'

'Dean!' yelled Sam, turning in horror to look at his dazed brother, who was bleeding furiously from the head.

His guard let down, Katie swiftly locked the other cuff on his other hand. Sam barely noticed. The shackle was released from his ankle and he went to run to his brother, but a firm hand stopped him.

'He'll be fine,' said Katie. 'Aaron, I think we should test out those chambers today.'

'Good thinking,' grinned Aaron.

He dragged Dean, who was only just conscious, over to a steel box that was just high enough, and just wide enough to fit a man in. Sam was led over to the identical one beside it.

'What are they for?' asked Sam, nervous.

He didn't have to ask. Aaron heaved open the heavy door, gesturing to all the metal spikes that protruded from ever wall of the chamber

'You guys will be standing up for a while,' laughed Aaron. 'If you lean against the wall, you'll kill yourself.'

He propped Dean up inside it.

'You can't put him in there like that!' gasped Sam in horror. 'He's about to faint; he won't last!'

'That's the plan.'

'No,' moaned Dean. 'Please…no.'

His pleas were unheard as the door was shut, and locked for good measure.

'You turn Sam,' sang Katie, giving him a small shove towards the other box. Sam froze.

'You know Sam…the longer you take, the longer Dean will be in there,' said Katie darkly. 'Just get in!'

Sam had no choice but to step inside, and he shuddered slightly as darkness consumed his and the dreaded sound of being locked in hit his ears.

Dean swayed slightly, his mind doing circles, his eyes wanting to close. He leaned back slightly, and the sharp spikes pricked him slightly, causing him to stand up straight.

'Oh god…' he muttered. He closed his eyes.

'Just for a second,' he thought.

And without realizing, he began to lose consciousness, his body slowly slumping forward.

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Hey guys...thanks for your reviews, you know they mean the world to me. Just a quick question...do you think that i'm too Dean centric? or that "torture" i guess is wrong in these stories? i'm just curious, because there was a review on my friends fic that bashed her and her fic, and this fic. so...i'm just wondering

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Nikki