Chapter 18 - Dont Do Anything Stupid

'Stop doing that!' cried out Dean.

He had forced himself not to say anything, but seeing what Aaron was doing to his little brother angered him. He glared at Aaron, momentarily forgetting how cold he was.

'Sorry Dean, did you say something? Mocked Aaron, standing in front of him.

'Yeah,' replied Dean. 'I said; stop doing that to my brother you ugly bastard.'

'Watch your language Dean,' Aaron said lightly, and slinked back over to Sam. 'Coz you aren't in a good position right now to be insulting me.'

His hand rested gently on the clamp that was preventing Sam's blood from leaving his body.

'I could drain him dry,' said Aaron. 'And you would be helpless. Metres away from your little treasure and unable to save him.'

He glanced at Sam, whose eyes were beginning to droop, and picked up another bucket of ice water, throwing it mercilessly onto Sam's already soaked and cold body. Even with the restraints, Sam had begun to shake terribly, showing signs of hypothermia.

'Please-' Dean began, desperation obvious in his voice.

'What was that?' asked Aaron, feigning surprise. 'Is that the Mighty Dean Winchester, actually begging for his brother's life?'

Dean began tugging furiously at the chains that bound him so unwillingly as Aaron removed the clamp and the bright red blood began its journey slowly up into the empty bag.

'He'll probably die of blood loss,' mused Aaron. 'Or the hypothermia will get him. I put my money on hypothermia. He'll get so cold he'll die….Just. Like. Katie.'

He spoke his words sharp and clear, and with a single click of his fingers, Katie's
body appeared and hit the ground with a sickening thud. Her face had turned a bluish colour, her blond hair shining brighter than ever, small flecks of snow running through it. Dean's heart sank at the site of the one girl he had truly loved looking so horrible and lifeless. Aaron looked at Dean expectantly.

'What…no yelling? No threats? No insults?' he asked, mocking Dean again. Dean began to study the ground thoroughly, before he raised his head slightly, his face dark.

'You are going to regret ever messing with us,' Dean said in a low, threatening tone. 'I promise you, I will hunt you for the rest of my life, if that's what it takes, for what you have done. It won't just be me, it'll be Sam, and Uncle Joe too.'

'Ahhh…good old Uncle Joe,' laughed Aaron. He furrowed his brow suddenly. 'What happened to him?' He snapped his fingers as if remembering suddenly. 'That's right…he threatened me, so I shot the pathetic bastard between the eyes.'

He pressed a button that was on the wall, and a trapdoor opened in the roof, Joe's body falling to the ground beside Katie in a thump. Dean's face was one of horror as he saw his Uncle's bloodied face, a bullet hole right where Aaron said it would be, his whole body also riddled with bullet holes.

'I had to make sure he was dead,' chuckled Aaron.

Dean had begun to sweat profusely, all traces of the earlier frostbite he had experience gone, his face welled up in anger. He ground his teeth viciously together, and mustering all his strength, he yanked his arm hard, the shackle snapping clean from the wall.

Aaron watched amused as one by one, each shackle was broken. Dean was fuming. Just the way Aaron wanted him to be. Dean's breathing got deeper and heavier with anger as he faced off with Aaron. The room was deadly quiet except for the consistent drip, drip, drip of the tap.

'Dean…' Sam whispered weakly. 'Help me Dean.'

The sound of his brother's weak voice urged Dean on, and he lunged at Aaron, engaging in a hand-to-hand combat. With one fowl punch to the face, Dean flew into a nearby wall, falling beside his dead uncle. His eye caught site of a rock-salt gun that was tucked safely in an ankle holster on his uncle, and he grabbed it quickly, standing up and pointing it with a shaking hand at Aaron.

Without hesitation he fired, hitting Aaron's chest 6 times before Aaron disappeared. Knowing time was limited, he rushed to his brother's side. He turned off the tap, closed the clamp to stop blood being taken, and closed the clamp to stop the IV. He carefully removed the tubes from Sam's arms.

'Thankyou,' Sam whispered.

He so desperately wanted to close his eyes, to drift off, but all he could hear was drip, drip, drip, echoing through his head, driving him crazy.

'Make it stop!' he said, cringing. 'Turn the tap off; make it stop!'

'Sammy, its ok,' soothed Dean, touching his shivering brother's forehead. It was icy cold. 'Just give me a second to get these restraints off.'

He finally released his brother, and helped him off the table. Sam cried out in pain as Dean wrapped his arm around his chest to help steady him.

'My ribs,' gasped Sam, clutching them.

Dean groaned. He had forgotten about Sam's ribs. He moved his arm around Sam's waist, and slung Sam's arm over his shoulder. And it was then that Sam lost consciousness. Dean moaned over the sudden weight. Grunting with effort, he managed to make it to the door, giving Katie and Joe's bodies' one last sorrowful look, before turning away forever and staggering out the door.
He froze in the hallway, as things went from bad to worse.

They weren't at Katie's place anymore, Dean didn't recognize where he was. The hallway in front of him had four different paths, and Dean had no idea which one to take. He figured that they were in a basement of some kind, so he went towards the one path that had stairs, and began the agonizing climb.

He reached the top thankfully, panting and sweating hard. He reached out, opening the door in front of him, ready to continue. What lay behind it almost sent him cascading back down the stairs. In his way was Aaron.

'Where do you think your going?' asked Aaron. Dean let go of Sam's arm, raising it and firing at Aaron again, but he disappeared before the salt could hit.

He jumped in fright as he felt the cool muzzle of a gun resting on the back of his neck.

'I wouldn't do anything stupid if I were you,' hissed Aaron in his ear.